<?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-6798119</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:13:32.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cHOTTIE: Who am I anyway?</title><subtitle type='html'>"On really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-2659104355566371328</id><published>2007-04-28T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:21:16.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"My spoon is too big"</title><content type='html'>I have just learned something extremely important. It is not a good idea to eat dill pickle rice cakes and then eat some pear yogurt. It definitely was not a pleasant mixture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-2659104355566371328?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/2659104355566371328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=2659104355566371328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2659104355566371328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2659104355566371328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-spoon-is-too-big.html' title='&quot;My spoon is too 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-8246327260041530922</id><published>2007-04-27T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T17:26:51.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Infomercial Parody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/dHi-ZcvFV_0' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/dHi-ZcvFV_0'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-8246327260041530922?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-117522261465734133</id><published>2007-04-13T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:01:38.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>walked to and from Fitness World&lt;br /&gt;Walked Marty 2x&lt;br /&gt;15 mins treadmill hill incline jogging&lt;br /&gt;10 mins on stationary bike&lt;br /&gt;20 mins elliptical&lt;br /&gt;2 sets of ab circuit&lt;br /&gt;20 mins Pilates video workout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RiBhckOuOWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aoVXSJLWhTQ/s1600-h/day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RiBhckOuOWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aoVXSJLWhTQ/s72-c/day2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-1414559936565904081</id><published>2007-04-12T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:01:38.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Dieting!!! Day 1</title><content type='html'>Summer is speedily moving closer and closer. Pretty soon it will be time to dust off the short-shorts, bikini's and flip flops. It seems as though I am almost more excited than usual about the sun coming back. Is it just me or has the weather in Vancouver been kinda nasty the past few months? I just noticed the other day how much better the sun makes me feel. I have had people tell me to get more sun to beat depression, but I didn't really think it would make a big difference. Hurray for learning. Anyways, my body is desperately crying out for me to revive it again. So back I go to eating a strict diet of a certain amount of calories (I am starting with 1400), lifting weights, doing tons of cardio and just trying to stay positive. For those of you that worry too much about me, DON'T! It is true that I have had problems with an eating disorder and obsessive dieting, but I have learned my lesson now. I just want to be healthy and completely happy with my body. My brothers wedding is coming up in August and I want to be in super awesome shape for it since I am a brides maid. Yay! It is even more exciting since I haven't even been to a wedding before. Can't wait! So my new goal is to blog about how my dieting/fitness stuff went each day. If i screw up and eat a ton of Nutella I will have to put it up and be embarrassed about it. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April.12.2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitness&lt;br /&gt;- Walked Marty 2x&lt;br /&gt;- Walked to and from Fitness World&lt;br /&gt;- Stretches before and after workout&lt;br /&gt;- 45 minutes of lifting weights&lt;br /&gt;- 15 minutes of random terrain bike&lt;br /&gt;- 25 minutes of random elliptical machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;- Within calorie range&lt;br /&gt;- a tad too low on fat intake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/Rh719UOuOVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tKOeXVUaLkQ/s1600-h/day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/Rh719UOuOVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tKOeXVUaLkQ/s400/day1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052746265707559250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-1414559936565904081?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/1414559936565904081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=1414559936565904081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/1414559936565904081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/1414559936565904081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/04/extreme-dieting-day-1.html' title='Extreme Dieting!!! Day 1'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/Rh719UOuOVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tKOeXVUaLkQ/s72-c/day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-3955566497811526880</id><published>2007-04-06T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T16:13:58.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of elementary school...</title><content type='html'>...If you give a mouse a cookie, he'll ask for a glass of milk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-3955566497811526880?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/3955566497811526880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=3955566497811526880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/3955566497811526880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/3955566497811526880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/04/memories-of-elementary-school.html' title='Memories of elementary school...'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-9111131153927342134</id><published>2007-04-06T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T11:29:00.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday! ENJOY Friday! (inside joke)</title><content type='html'>Indeed it is Friday today and for once it is not insanely freezing outside. What to do...what to do? So far, I haven't found anyone else that has no plans. I'd better soon, because I really don't want to spend another night alone playing World of Warcraft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know which are the best places to go hiking around Vancouver/lower mainland area? And does anyone want to be my hiking buddy? GAH! My mom just yelled for me...I will have to return to this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone is bored, give me a call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-9111131153927342134?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/9111131153927342134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=9111131153927342134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/9111131153927342134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/9111131153927342134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-friday-enjoy-friday-inside-joke.html' title='It&apos;s Friday! ENJOY Friday! (inside joke)'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-5842110640207506767</id><published>2007-04-05T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:01:38.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Mauve</title><content type='html'>I am painting my chewed to bits(end of semester crunch makes me chew them worse than normal) with a colour called Magic Mauve. The question in my mind, is what makes it magical? Just imagine having the job of creating the names for nail polish, paint, and crayons. That would be a pretty odd nine-to-five. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone today? I know that I am doing extremely better than I was before. There are only a few more classes remaining of this semester and then I get a couple weeks to  regenerate myself for summer courses. By tonight I will decide on which ones I am going to take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been a bumbley bee. There never seems to be a shortage of homework. Things around my house have been hectic. Two weeks ago, my eighty-six years old grandma broke her hip. She had an operation, but it is possible she will never be strong enough to walk again. So, my mom spends all day up at the hospital with her. My dad just had a nose operation because he cannot smell or breathe through his nose. My brother is super busy with plans for his wedding, which is in a few months. And I have been a loner at home, either doing homework and studying, playing World of Warcraft (my mage is at level 43 right now) and taking care of my puggy. For more than a week I was taking care of a baby squirrel as well. He had fallen out of a tree across the street from my house. I named him Niblet. ________(insert "awwwww"'s here). Niblet was only approximately a week old. He needed to be fed constantly! I fed him like eight times a day from a little bottle. Somehow, I managed to keep him alive and kicking. I took him to the S.P.C.A wildlife rehabilitation centre and they told me that when he is old enough they will let him free where I found him. I miss that little guy. &lt;br /&gt;Sniff Sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RhVcEuZNtdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/g-DtV2CxecE/s1600-h/niblet04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RhVcEuZNtdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/g-DtV2CxecE/s400/niblet04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050043793408898514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RhVcE-ZNteI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2TiaTMEogW4/s1600-h/niblet06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RhVcE-ZNteI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2TiaTMEogW4/s400/niblet06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050043797703865826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-5842110640207506767?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/5842110640207506767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=5842110640207506767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/5842110640207506767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/5842110640207506767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/04/magic-mauve.html' title='Magic Mauve'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RhVcEuZNtdI/AAAAAAAAAHM/g-DtV2CxecE/s72-c/niblet04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-8003385725333544252</id><published>2007-03-03T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:39:32.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This place ain't what it was before</title><content type='html'>Here I sit listening to So Long Mrs.Smith, closing my eyes and trying to hold back tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you say that we were wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could someone please take me away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-8003385725333544252?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/8003385725333544252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=8003385725333544252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/8003385725333544252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/8003385725333544252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-place-aint-what-it-was-before.html' title='This place ain&apos;t what it was before'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-2370822376822531466</id><published>2007-02-18T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T14:35:56.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just realized something crazy</title><content type='html'>This is my 201st post!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOooooooo! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of this special occasion....I present you with a &lt;a href="http://dura.cell.free.fr/home/swf/arms12.swf"&gt;very strange site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-2370822376822531466?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/2370822376822531466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=2370822376822531466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2370822376822531466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2370822376822531466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-realized-something-crazy.html' title='I just realized something crazy'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-2183907479460526544</id><published>2007-02-18T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T13:22:29.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Here is the news of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videoblogging Issues! MY VIDEO CAMERA IS BROKEN! AHHhhh! (cries uncontrollably). I'm going to take it into a Sony repair shop and see what they can do. If they can't fix it then I will either just use the family crappy camera or buy a new one. I'm so sad about it! It was super expensive too. Gah! One day it works fine and then you try to use it again and then all the video it takes in is scrambled. Stupid digital stuff... sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Severe Lack of Starbucks! This is my first week of not being a barista. (screams) It's great and terrible all that the same time. How can i cope with never making another caramel macchiato or mocha again? The thing I will miss the most is the people I worked with though. "I LOVE YOU GUYS!" Laura says wiping tears from her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.... back to my day. &lt;br /&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;br /&gt;Working out&lt;br /&gt;Doing homework&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-2183907479460526544?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/2183907479460526544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=2183907479460526544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2183907479460526544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2183907479460526544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/02/sunday-afternoon.html' title='Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-1160385931920030264</id><published>2007-02-16T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T22:48:57.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get ready to be afraid</title><content type='html'>I planned on getting into YouTube long ago, but I just never got around to it. Today I started fooling around a bit. I hope everyone will get a kick out of my future crappy vids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-1160385931920030264?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/1160385931920030264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=1160385931920030264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/1160385931920030264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/1160385931920030264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/02/get-ready-to-be-afraid.html' title='Get ready to be afraid'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-5792069903273893267</id><published>2007-02-16T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:01:41.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day, a new hairstyle. Only good comments welcome! lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RdaioamAQXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/otnrTHq3gwc/s1600-h/Resize-Wizard-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RdaioamAQXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/otnrTHq3gwc/s400/Resize-Wizard-13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032388448850297202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/Rdaid6mAQRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-28bHeY30u4/s1600-h/Resize-Wizard-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/Rdaid6mAQRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-28bHeY30u4/s400/Resize-Wizard-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032388268461670674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RdaieKmAQSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HH7G3le-T_Q/s1600-h/Resize-Wizard-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/Rdah0amAQNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lcdIpG9nNSw/s400/Resize-Wizard-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032387555497099474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/Rdah0amAQOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KWGCowDCEaU/s1600-h/Resize-Wizard-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/Rdah0amAQOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KWGCowDCEaU/s400/Resize-Wizard-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032387555497099490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/Rdah0qmAQPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/e8JIfM48du0/s1600-h/Resize-Wizard-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/Rdah0qmAQPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/e8JIfM48du0/s400/Resize-Wizard-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032387559792066802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/Rdah0qmAQQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tnDkHDC1Vs8/s1600-h/Resize-Wizard-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/Rdah0qmAQQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tnDkHDC1Vs8/s400/Resize-Wizard-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032387559792066818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-5792069903273893267?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/5792069903273893267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=5792069903273893267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/5792069903273893267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/5792069903273893267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-day-new-hairstyle-only-good.html' title='A new day, a new hairstyle. Only good comments welcome! lol'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RdaioamAQXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/otnrTHq3gwc/s72-c/Resize-Wizard-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-6189931441296848189</id><published>2007-02-15T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:01:41.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What ever happened to Bill Nye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RdTIj6mAQLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zbaJAEdnDtE/s1600-h/b105PB_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RdTIj6mAQLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zbaJAEdnDtE/s400/b105PB_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031867203029319858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever wonder what happened to that super tall nerdy science guy? If that still came on I would totally watch it! Who else out there loved that show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... just something that has been popping into my insane mind lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-6189931441296848189?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/6189931441296848189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=6189931441296848189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/6189931441296848189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/6189931441296848189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-ever-happened-to-bill-nye.html' title='What ever happened to Bill Nye?'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RdTIj6mAQLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zbaJAEdnDtE/s72-c/b105PB_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-8356151516560588017</id><published>2007-02-14T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:08:42.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in in the air...or is it?</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines day everyone! I hope you are all bathed in chocolate with the man/woman of your dreams cleaning it off you.(wink wink) So what does everyone think of Valentines day? I actually didn't even realize that it was today until I walked through the front doors to my school and the madness swarmed around me. Douglas was having a cupcake sale and they were doing some messaging/gift sort of deal. That moment that I realized I felt pretty bad actually. Here I was walking to do a mid-term and all around me are smiling lovey-dovy people. Such a strange holiday. (lets look at the details shall we?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"There's also some controversy regarding Saint Valentine, for whom the famous day is named. Archaeologists, who unearthed a Roman catacomb and an ancient church dedicated to St. Valentine, are not sure if there was one Valentine or more. Today, the Catholic Church recognizes at least three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred on February 14 -- at least two of those in Italy during the 3rd century. The most popular candidate for St. Valentine was a 3rd century Roman priest who practiced Christianity and performed secret marriages against direct orders from Emperor Claudius II, who believed single soldiers were more likely to join his army. Legend has it that Valentine sent a friend (the jailer's daughter) a note signed "From Your Valentine" before he was executed on February 14 in 270 A.D. (That phrase is still used prominently on today's cards!)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wasn't that interesting? So in conclusion we spend tons of money on tokens of our affection. This money goes towards making chocolate companies, plush toys companies and Hallmark a fortune. It's just a thought, but maybe we should all start to show our loved ones how much we care through out the ENTIRE YEAR not just in one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone did anything cool today or your sweetheart surprised you with something special I'd like to here it. Actually, I don't even mind hearing that your night was terrible and that you just stayed home. It's all that I am doing. It's a special night of romance at home. My psych text book and I were made for each other..... Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-8356151516560588017?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/8356151516560588017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=8356151516560588017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/8356151516560588017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/8356151516560588017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-in-in-airor-is-it.html' title='Love in in the air...or is it?'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-3913774852317948357</id><published>2007-02-10T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T18:55:18.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>underwater carpentry (Just imagine how strange that would be)</title><content type='html'>Information: It is midterm time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, brace yourselves for the upcoming STUDY POSTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am aware that my nerdy qualities out weigh my cool ones. Just be happy that I already did my Philosophy test. Not that I won't talk about it, but my posts won't be as weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subjects that are coming soon will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of Canadian Literature and plenty of Psychology. Let the cramming fun begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-3913774852317948357?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/3913774852317948357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=3913774852317948357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/3913774852317948357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/3913774852317948357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/02/underwater-carpentry-just-imagine-how.html' title='underwater carpentry (Just imagine how strange that would be)'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-7250786939791794816</id><published>2007-02-10T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T15:09:23.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Significant Conclusions</title><content type='html'>Hello&lt;br /&gt;(Hi)&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to finally meet you&lt;br /&gt;(.....)&lt;br /&gt;I've heard so much about you. Somethings are bad and somethings are good. &lt;br /&gt;(..)&lt;br /&gt;No wait! Please don't leave. I have so much to tell you. There is so much that you must know before you go.&lt;br /&gt;(.....)&lt;br /&gt;If you do not know this everything will be for nothing. All the pain will never be neutralized if not. So please.&lt;br /&gt;(....)&lt;br /&gt;Come closer.&lt;br /&gt;(...............)&lt;br /&gt;Ok. What I am going to tell you now may sound like a joke, but hear me out. Take a good look around you right now. &lt;br /&gt;(......)&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you see exists because of you. My words, my body, my lips. Yes, even I existed because of you.&lt;br /&gt;(huh?)&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. It's natural to be afraid when you realize the truth. You, my friend, are dreaming. You have been for many long years. I have been calling to you. I want to free you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-7250786939791794816?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/7250786939791794816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=7250786939791794816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/7250786939791794816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/7250786939791794816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/02/significant-conclusions.html' title='Significant Conclusions'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-4715900397405760363</id><published>2007-01-23T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T15:09:24.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknown</title><content type='html'>Over the past week I have started at least ten different posts and then just delete them. At this moment, I am hoping that I won't do it yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new hobby has grabbed. Instead of wanting to play World of Warcraft all the time, I would much rather be drawing. It's funny because right at this moment I am installing update after update for the new addon for WOW. Geek power! Whooohoooo! I will scan my drawings sometime soon and put them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(warning! possible upsetting story below)&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I heard the strangest thing on the news. Somewhere in the States there was a radio show doing a contest to win a Nintendo Wii. It was called "Hold Your Wee For A Wii". Scary yes, but that was what you had to do. The contestants drank tons and tons of water and then did not let themselves have bathroom breaks. Here is where it gets even worse then it was already. A contestant died from drinking too much water. No one there knew that when you drink that much water and do not let it out that it turns toxic. I find this so extremely insane! That woman was probably trying to win the system for her children and now those kids have lost their mom. Of all the reasons to die. Unbelievably sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-4715900397405760363?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/4715900397405760363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=4715900397405760363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4715900397405760363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4715900397405760363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/01/unknown.html' title='Unknown'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-1659230965203667573</id><published>2007-01-18T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:01:41.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you can say anything nice....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RbAB7QPAYgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8J7FzZ76Y-M/s1600-h/Theatrical2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RbAB7QPAYgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8J7FzZ76Y-M/s400/Theatrical2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021515701999919618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... then don't say anything at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Walt for those words of wisdom. When I hear it through the mouth of a mother bunny, it means just that much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-1659230965203667573?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/1659230965203667573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=1659230965203667573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/1659230965203667573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/1659230965203667573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-you-can-say-anything-nice.html' title='&quot;If you can say anything nice....'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RbAB7QPAYgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8J7FzZ76Y-M/s72-c/Theatrical2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-3146314486361678938</id><published>2007-01-12T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:01:42.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework, Homework, Warcraft, Warcraft.</title><content type='html'>What I swore would never happen again has happened. I have become addicted to World of Warcraft yet again. Alas, like any addiction it is easy to get back into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the character I am using now. It is my dad's character. If it were mine it would of course be a female. Blah hate playing guy characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RaiCkAPAYfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6Q5oG8lRkfs/s1600-h/wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RaiCkAPAYfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6Q5oG8lRkfs/s400/wow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019405339754258930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-3146314486361678938?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/3146314486361678938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=3146314486361678938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/3146314486361678938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/3146314486361678938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/01/homework-homework-warcraft-warcraft.html' title='Homework, Homework, Warcraft, Warcraft.'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RaiCkAPAYfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6Q5oG8lRkfs/s72-c/wow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-4870388510336314688</id><published>2007-01-12T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T18:26:05.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does it mean?</title><content type='html'>One of my reoccurring dreams that I have had at least a dozen times showed up yet again last night. Maybe one of you can figure out it's meaning for me. Pretty much the whole dream is fish somehow jumping out of their tanks and landing on the carpet. Sometimes i see it happen or sometimes I walk into the room and see it dying on the floor. Frantically I pick it up with my hands and dump it back into the tank. It always lives, but I feel terrible inside. It happens over and over again throughout the dream. It's usually the same fish that jumps out the entire dream too. It's really strange because I don't even have fish anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make sense of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-4870388510336314688?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/4870388510336314688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=4870388510336314688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4870388510336314688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4870388510336314688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-does-it-mean.html' title='What does it mean?'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-7750646825102550161</id><published>2007-01-11T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:25:15.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12:00, 12:00, 12:00, 12:00</title><content type='html'>Hellooooo Nurse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I absolutely despise resetting clocks. Sigh... I think I will just leave mine for awhile longer. This week has been an adventure for me. My first week at Douglas College is officially over. Three out of the four days of school, I had to run to the skytrain from my home and had to run up the Douglas hill. I'm getting pretty tired of the buses not showing up, skytrains immobility and insane windy/snowy weather. Seriously! What the heck is going on here?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a super handsome man sleeping in my bed right now. Hush! Don't tell Jack;) My darling puggy is all cozily snuggled up in my blankets snoring. He will turn 2 years old in six days. Six days from now I predict I will be baking some vanilla cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to get back to homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. - My blog probably won't go dead again anytime soon. My reasoning - It gives me a reason to have a break from homework. Long live procrastination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-7750646825102550161?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/7750646825102550161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=7750646825102550161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/7750646825102550161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/7750646825102550161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/01/1200-1200-1200-1200.html' title='12:00, 12:00, 12:00, 12:00'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-1529885444293211719</id><published>2007-01-11T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:01:42.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the abominably cute little snowman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RaawygPAYeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bf2FFW7-FH4/s1600-h/the-abominably-cute-little-snowman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RaawygPAYeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bf2FFW7-FH4/s400/the-abominably-cute-little-snowman.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018893216443818466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-1529885444293211719?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/1529885444293211719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=1529885444293211719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/1529885444293211719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/1529885444293211719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/01/abominably-cute-little-snowman.html' title='the abominably cute little snowman'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RaawygPAYeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bf2FFW7-FH4/s72-c/the-abominably-cute-little-snowman.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-818856390721259945</id><published>2007-01-11T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:44:09.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Day Road - Joseph Boyden</title><content type='html'>A dare to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to finish this book in three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on! (darn it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-818856390721259945?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/818856390721259945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=818856390721259945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/818856390721259945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/818856390721259945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/01/three-day-road-joseph-boyden.html' title='Three Day Road - Joseph Boyden'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-1710324463577773405</id><published>2007-01-11T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:01:42.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Costume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RaasWgPAYdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yRPnwO8FnHw/s1600-h/tribal-tattoo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RaasWgPAYdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yRPnwO8FnHw/s320/tribal-tattoo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018888337360970194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-1710324463577773405?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/1710324463577773405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=1710324463577773405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/1710324463577773405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/1710324463577773405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/01/halloween-costume.html' title='Halloween Costume'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RaasWgPAYdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yRPnwO8FnHw/s72-c/tribal-tattoo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-2585426291043992956</id><published>2007-01-11T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:02:38.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annabelle said to me the other day....</title><content type='html'>She told me this life is just a dream. Annabelle also told me that nothings what it seems. Thank you Annabelle for clearing that up for me. I'd be lost without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that there is no Annabelle in my life. Her lack of existence encases me in my everyday struggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle. If you are reading this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when am I going to wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-2585426291043992956?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/2585426291043992956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=2585426291043992956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2585426291043992956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2585426291043992956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2007/01/annabelle-said-to-me-other-day.html' title='Annabelle said to me the other day....'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-2305172163601289082</id><published>2006-12-07T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:03:22.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick update</title><content type='html'>I am alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty was Santa pug the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-2305172163601289082?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/2305172163601289082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=2305172163601289082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2305172163601289082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2305172163601289082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/12/quick-update.html' title='A quick update'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-3651830445749784709</id><published>2006-12-01T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:01:45.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got bored.</title><content type='html'>After my last post, I decided to quickly do myself up like I was at school. (Better though...not Snow White.) Alrighty, So here is a super fast Marilyn Monroe me. Yes I know I take a lot of pictures of myself. What else happens when you take photography classes/makeup classes and then have no one around? Sheesh Anyways, I tried to have some fun with it. (I'm such a loser) OH OH, OK... maybe I'm just seeing things and I'm not trying to be conceited or anything. Everyone knows that I have HUGE self image issues. Somehow I see a resemblance to Angelina Jolie in a few pictures. I had had people tell me that before, but I had never seen it. Strange stuff..... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RXEpOo78PaI/AAAAAAAAABs/LSyZOopVMfg/s1600-h/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RXEpOo78PaI/AAAAAAAAABs/LSyZOopVMfg/s320/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003825992469069218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RXEpOo78PbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KPX9XZBy7rk/s1600-h/Resize-Wizard-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RXEpOo78PbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KPX9XZBy7rk/s320/Resize-Wizard-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003825992469069234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RXEpOo78PcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IhCka2NxUmo/s1600-h/Resize-Wizard-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RXEpa478PjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/07zohh4FiEQ/s320/Resize-Wizard-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003826202922466866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RXEpho78PkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kYTov64JPiE/s1600-h/Resize-Wizard-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RXEpho78PkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kYTov64JPiE/s320/Resize-Wizard-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003826318886583874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RXEpho78PlI/AAAAAAAAADE/EVp9UzNPCmE/s1600-h/Resize-Wizard-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RXEpho78PlI/AAAAAAAAADE/EVp9UzNPCmE/s320/Resize-Wizard-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003826318886583890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-3651830445749784709?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/3651830445749784709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=3651830445749784709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/3651830445749784709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/3651830445749784709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-got-bored.html' title='I got bored.'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RXEpOo78PaI/AAAAAAAAABs/LSyZOopVMfg/s72-c/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-4759074063015849174</id><published>2006-12-01T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:01:45.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust Of Snow - By Robert Frost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RXEW6478PWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qXGh0frzLjQ/s1600-h/snow-marty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RXEW6478PWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qXGh0frzLjQ/s320/snow-marty2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003805861957352802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The way a crow&lt;br /&gt;Shook down on me&lt;br /&gt;The dust of snow&lt;br /&gt;From a hemlock tree&lt;br /&gt;Has given my heart&lt;br /&gt;A change of mood&lt;br /&gt;And saved some part&lt;br /&gt;Of a day I had rued."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RXEXOo78PZI/AAAAAAAAABM/0JZ_fpUZ5H4/s1600-h/snow-marty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RXEXOo78PZI/AAAAAAAAABM/0JZ_fpUZ5H4/s320/snow-marty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003806201259769234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-4759074063015849174?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/4759074063015849174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=4759074063015849174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4759074063015849174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4759074063015849174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/12/dust-of-snow-by-robert-frost.html' title='Dust Of Snow - By Robert Frost'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/RXEW6478PWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qXGh0frzLjQ/s72-c/snow-marty2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-613091221784163125</id><published>2006-12-01T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:53:07.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Laura: I cry stars</title><content type='html'>My oh my 24 days and counting people! (screams) I haven't even started!!! No worries though. There will be lots of time over the period of approximately 2 full days of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a strange one. I went to the doctors. FINALLY! Pretty much it's been years that I have just decided to not go. If you have issues like me or ever have you know what I mean. You think you need to go at some moments, but then it passes and you think it will be alright. I was so insanely afraid waiting in the office. All i could think of was how easy it would be to sneak out. Don't worry, I stayed put and did it anyways. It was kindof humorous 'cuz i overwhelmed the doctor with all of my issues. He filled a whole page of notes on me. It looked like a overly crammed study page for an exam. He told me what I had been saying for a long time. "You seriously have a lot of problems" Geez... Yeah, didn't see that one coming. lol It's going to take time to figure out for sure what is wrong with me, but until he is starting me on antidepressants. I started the pack today. Oh how i long to throw the pack in the garbage because i'm super afraid they are going to do something weird to me...but yeah, i'll give them a try. What's even worse is that I'll probably have to go for counseling in a bit. It's like I always feared. I'm crazy. oh well... I'll do anything at this point. I just want this to go away. My list of almost 10 problems. It's just one at a time from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the doctors I had to go get a blood test because of all the other possible things he is checking me for. If you know me well, you know that I really really do not do well with needles or anything surgical. SOoooo it was pretty embarrassing. The lady went and got my mom to be in the room with us because she saw how scared I was. She even let me lay down when she did it. I'm not really so much of a baby... it seems like it, but i'm not that bad. I just have an insanely over active imagination. Anyways, the only way I got through it was by not looking at all. I stared at the wall closest to me. The worst part was what was on the wall. Framed paintings of .....MONKEYS! Alright.. so i may be a bit of a baby...sigh... Alright I'm a baby. I'm sortof afraid of monkeys. (silence) So while the lady takes away 3 things of my blood I'm thinking just how terribly humorous my luck is. At least i'll finally know my blood type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to class. Something amazing happened actually. I finally got a taxi driver who wasn't creepy and actually knew how to drive. Yeah, you guessed it. I've had some not very pleasant taxi rides over the past few months. The topic for makeup class was decade makeup. I found it really interesting. Today I figured out that i want to learn as much as I can about the trends, history, etc of the past decades. I should have guessed i'd like that though because of my 80's obsession. I made my model look like Anne Baxter (1950's) and she made me look like Marilyn Monroe. Yep beauty mark and all. It was pretty funny. My mom said I looked like Snow White when i got home though. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A randomly weird thing i learned today in class - My teacher used to have a mohawk. SOOOO CREEPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think i'm going to go hug a pug now. Maybe i'll pick him up and play airpug with him. By the way, sorry if this post doesn't make sense in some areas. I just finished working out (aerobic striptease of course) and exercise makes me type crazy fast. OR maybe it's the 4 cups of green tea I have had today. Meh, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-613091221784163125?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/613091221784163125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=613091221784163125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/613091221784163125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/613091221784163125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/12/emo-laura-i-cry-stars.html' title='Emo Laura: I cry stars'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-6374528449005417105</id><published>2006-11-29T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:56:16.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Day(s)</title><content type='html'>Today has been a super weird one. It's 7:40pm right now and I still have to go to work tonight! I start at 8:30pm and work four hours. It's not really bad, but no one ever gets a shift like this. The reason is because the store closes at 10pm. One thing that is good about it is that today felt like a day off pretty much. I was going to go work out today, but it started snowing again. So I decided to work out at home instead. I brought out my Carmen Electra Aerobic Striptease DVDs. Fun Fun Fun:) Hopefully these will help get me back into the shape I was in (along with everything else I plan to do). Other then that today has been a pretty relaxed day. I organized my room a bit and did some vacuuming. blah blah blah.. Walked Marty in the snow ... etc. I think i'm going to go read a bit before I leave for work now. :) I hope everyone has had an awesome Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-6374528449005417105?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/6374528449005417105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=6374528449005417105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/6374528449005417105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/6374528449005417105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/11/strange-days.html' title='Strange Day(s)'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-592729667000791618</id><published>2006-11-29T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:27:26.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more bravado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/1600/724896/refugees1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/320/784674/refugees1a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can be said about courage? Who have you seen in your life you has unbreakable courage? I realize that the thing I think of first with the word courage is completely dumb. Movie characters and random literature flows through my thoughts. Sure, they are examples of courage too, but where is the real courage? Infinite numbers of people are  at this very moment going through something at this very moment that requires them to be brave. It's so terribly hard to think of what other people are experiencing when all i know is my sheltered world. Thinking about it gives me real courage. My troubles are so weak compared to what they could be. Thank you world for letting my problems be pebbles along my path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-592729667000791618?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/592729667000791618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=592729667000791618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/592729667000791618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/592729667000791618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-more-bravado.html' title='No more bravado'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-1958948114242115703</id><published>2006-11-29T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:54:15.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it just may be ~FUNNY PICTURE TIME!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/1600/372973/pic_02738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/320/461941/pic_02738.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/1600/889078/pic_02846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/320/265135/pic_02846.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/1600/421994/image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/320/935880/image019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/1600/103120/pic_02752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/320/347757/pic_02873.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/1600/340030/pic_02594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/320/714131/pic_02594.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/1600/223313/pic_02833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/320/407706/pic_02833.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/1600/617515/pic_02870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/320/466244/pic_02870.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-1958948114242115703?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/1958948114242115703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=1958948114242115703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/1958948114242115703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/1958948114242115703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-it-just-may-be-funny-picture.html' title='I think it just may be ~FUNNY PICTURE TIME!~'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-6686389846793968500</id><published>2006-11-29T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T00:51:59.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is .....(see below)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/1600/415340/bwmarty03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6951/829/320/925902/bwmarty03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Marty. I love him SOOOOOOOOOOooooooo much!!! I seriously cannot express it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-6686389846793968500?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/6686389846793968500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=6686389846793968500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/6686389846793968500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/6686389846793968500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/11/happiness-is-see-below.html' title='Happiness is .....(see below)'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-7401763920932100169</id><published>2006-11-29T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T00:40:00.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10:55pm to 12:29am</title><content type='html'>My panic button was pushed and I was set off. The water flowed and I screamed frantic words. The pain is so unbelievably great. I tried to banish my pain with sugar and fat, but now I'm left yet again with a feeling of despair greater then before. It took me until now to gain control enough to think normally. If I were a religious person, I would be praying for the strength to get through this. Since I am not I will just hope that some light will shine on me. I want this so badly... so why is it that I'm having so much trouble? At least tomorrow lies the possibility of renewed strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many inspirational PostIt notes stuck around my monitor. "Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up" --Thomas Edison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-7401763920932100169?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/7401763920932100169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=7401763920932100169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/7401763920932100169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/7401763920932100169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/11/1055pm-to-1229am.html' title='10:55pm to 12:29am'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-3575566274143226108</id><published>2006-11-28T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T14:54:37.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a lighter note</title><content type='html'>Three more days people. Just three tiny little days until BOOM!!!! December will come down on us hard, spewing it's candy coated dreams, repetitive sappy tunes and bringing forth the endless waves of worn out shoppers. How is it possible that it is already the  Holiday season? I swear the years/months/days/hours/mins actually are shorter as you get older. When I was in elementary school, I used to count down days a lot. Days until my birthday, days until Halloween, days until Christmas, days until summer break, days until I would be an adult. It's so ironic how it turns out. Does anyone remember making those garlands of red and green construction paper hoops? I guess you could call them advent calender garlands. Even when I didn't have to make them for class, I made them at home to help me count down to an event. I guess that was the start of my obsessive compulsive state. Wonderful how we develop problems and they just develop with us. Yep, definately wonderful. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW! Here are some more totally random and pointless photos of me. Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/floor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/floor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/floor2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-3575566274143226108?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/3575566274143226108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=3575566274143226108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/3575566274143226108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/3575566274143226108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a lighter note'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-2032254997022169425</id><published>2006-11-27T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:51:58.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Helicopter", take me away like you always do.</title><content type='html'>Good day humans. Who here loves Mondays? Come to think of it, I'm actually quite positive that I have never met anyone who comes alive at the thought of Monday. Well, until today I suppose. This might be the day that I find my way back. Back from where you ask? The most accurate answer, my mind. Somehow I have broken free of the shackles that contained my brain. Their is no doubt that something is wrong with me and I'm not ashamed to say it anymore. If any of you wonder why I just seem to disappear of the face of the earth socially for long periods of time, here is the reason. I haven't figured it out completely yet, but I plan to as soon as possible. I have decided to take control and bring myself back. If anyone catches me losing myself again, remind me of this. I know it's strange, but I go through emotional/mental changes way too many times a day. The hardest part of this is to accept help. I'm such a strong headed person. For years I have tried to figure it out myself. Admitting defeat has seemed impossible until this point. Yes, I will not push anyone away anymore. This is what I want. Finally. I apologize to everyone who has been the victim of my scattered mind. It's about time I come 'home'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-2032254997022169425?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/2032254997022169425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=2032254997022169425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2032254997022169425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2032254997022169425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/11/helicopter-take-me-away-like-you-always.html' title='&quot;Helicopter&quot;, take me away like you always do.'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-8614158354034760821</id><published>2006-11-16T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:00:27.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natasha &amp; I</title><content type='html'>Beware the link below. Practice extreme caution. (Pics of Natasha and me acting crazy/strange/nuts @ Guildford Mall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s99.photobucket.com/albums/l299/biscuitroo/CrazyGirls/"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-8614158354034760821?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/8614158354034760821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=8614158354034760821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/8614158354034760821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/8614158354034760821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/11/natasha-i.html' title='Natasha &amp; I'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-2428095073613778686</id><published>2006-11-10T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T21:50:55.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for some practice</title><content type='html'>Alrighty... Here is what I learned in class today. Hurray for Smokey eyes! I did the works for this one. False lashes and all. It's really too bad that I'm just going to go wash this all off now and then hit the hay. Meh...that is the way the biscuit crumbles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's definitely not perfect. Let me know what you think. Click the photos to get a closer look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. - Any models willing to sit in a chair for an hour would be appreciated. Give me a shout. Thanks:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/chottiesmoke5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/chottiesmoke5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/chottiesmoke1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/chottiesmoke1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/chottiesmoke2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/chottiesmoke2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/chottiesmoke3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/chottiesmoke3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/chottiesmoke4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/chottiesmoke4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/chottiesmoke7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/chottiesmoke7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/chottiesmoke10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/chottiesmoke10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/chottiesmoke9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/chottiesmoke9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/chottiesmoke6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/chottiesmoke6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/chottiesmoke8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/chottiesmoke8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/chottiesmoke11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/chottiesmoke11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-2428095073613778686?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/2428095073613778686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=2428095073613778686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2428095073613778686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2428095073613778686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-for-some-practice.html' title='Time for some practice'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-2402746789670371755</id><published>2006-10-16T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:20:17.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Dreams</title><content type='html'>I took this picture today. I noticed that it looked even more heart shaped then most strawberries. Yes, I ate it. You might think that because of it's lovely appearance, it might taste better then other plain strawberries. Sadly, I found that to be false. This is much like another lesson of life. A lot of pretty people are REALLY NOT PRETTY ON THE INSIDE. Well, enough of that for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/heart-strawberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/heart-strawberry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-2402746789670371755?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/2402746789670371755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=2402746789670371755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2402746789670371755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2402746789670371755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/10/strawberry-dreams.html' title='Strawberry Dreams'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-263058658662593284</id><published>2006-10-16T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:47:35.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME SONG! WEIRD AL I LOVE YOU!</title><content type='html'>Pretty much this describes half of my boyfriend and half of me. We complete this song. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWs1FF-BS7c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWs1FF-BS7c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-263058658662593284?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/263058658662593284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=263058658662593284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/263058658662593284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/263058658662593284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/10/awesome-song-weird-al-i-love-you.html' title='AWESOME SONG! WEIRD AL I LOVE YOU!'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-8009349752459079397</id><published>2006-10-11T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:57:32.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare yourself for some t-shirt fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r6tlw-oPDBM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r6tlw-oPDBM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted this once. It was only around 15 t-shirts though. Probably one of the worst feelings ever. The bulkage around your arms feels absolutely horrid. It makes your arms stick staight out. (Imagine A Christmas Story. The little kid with the layers who has to walk in the snow.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-8009349752459079397?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/8009349752459079397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=8009349752459079397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/8009349752459079397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/8009349752459079397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/10/prepare-yourself-for-some-t-shirt-fun.html' title='Prepare yourself for some t-shirt fun!'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-4904163182646337144</id><published>2006-10-09T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T15:20:53.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS SOOOO WEIRDLY FUNNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RO10s_HK6d0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RO10s_HK6d0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-4904163182646337144?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/4904163182646337144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=4904163182646337144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4904163182646337144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4904163182646337144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-soooo-weirdly-funny.html' title='THIS IS SOOOO WEIRDLY FUNNY'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-1345497554492275929</id><published>2006-10-08T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T13:53:34.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes for all who brave this cruel land!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/cupcake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-1345497554492275929?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/1345497554492275929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=1345497554492275929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/1345497554492275929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/1345497554492275929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/10/cupcakes-for-all-who-brave-this-cruel.html' title='Cupcakes for all who brave this cruel land!'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-4514824448862619847</id><published>2006-10-07T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T14:14:22.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is quite fitting</title><content type='html'>I just found this quote. It reminds me of my island plan from last night. The truth is sorrowful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Human beings often seek to find pristine, uninhabited locations where we can relax and enjoy the natural beauty of our surroundings. However, it seems that every time people find such a destination they inevitably try to turn it into the place they fled. Development and destruction of the environment are so often the consequence of population. It’s as if we just can't help ourselves."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-4514824448862619847?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/4514824448862619847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=4514824448862619847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4514824448862619847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4514824448862619847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-quite-fitting.html' title='This is quite fitting'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-3625493915326679864</id><published>2006-10-07T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T14:06:23.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty found on a Starbucks cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/timessquarepanorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/timessquarepanorama.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Way I See It #141&lt;br /&gt;I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stumped by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say, “hi.” They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word.&lt;br /&gt;-- Augusten Burroughs&lt;br /&gt;Author of Running with Scissors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-3625493915326679864?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/3625493915326679864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=3625493915326679864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/3625493915326679864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/3625493915326679864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/10/beauty-found-on-starbucks-cup.html' title='Beauty found on a Starbucks cup'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-4960467574861239845</id><published>2006-10-07T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T00:06:39.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/calvns1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/400/calvns1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/calvns2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/400/calvns2.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-4960467574861239845?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/4960467574861239845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=4960467574861239845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4960467574861239845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4960467574861239845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-this.html' title='Love this'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-262134544944770171</id><published>2006-10-06T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:53:30.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeup my face. Makeup my soul.</title><content type='html'>Alrighty. Here it is! The long awaited makeup post. How is my class you ask? Well, prepare yourself for some random babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so incredibly strange to go from being in classes of all guys to one of all girls.  Something that is really funny- I definitely feel less out of place with the guys in the techie classes. This makeup class is so different. It sort of makes me want to run away and enroll in a all boys programming camp. So pretty much this is good for me. No way will I do this for the rest of my life, but I welcome this new challenge and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I have only taken 4 classes so far BUT I have learned so much already. I hope some of you benefit from the following information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;First off, skin care is super important. Start taking care of it now if you don't already.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Many factors determines your skin type. Whatever skin type you have now, doesn't mean that you will have it for life. It is always changing. Season, age, stress, hormones and environment all change your skin type.&lt;/li&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes approximately 28 days for new skin cells to reach the surface.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no such thing as a 'healthy tan'. Even if you don't burn you have caused your skin damage. Always wear sunscreen people! In cause you didn't know...&lt;br /&gt;SPF = sun protection factor&lt;br /&gt;uva = protection against aging&lt;br /&gt;uvb = protection against burning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;This has been a hard rule for me to follow. Do not wash your face in the shower. It is the most convenient, but it's also the worst for your skin. All the heat and pressure pushes the dirt and oil deeper into your pores. Definitely not the intention of cleansing....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Simple product packaging is a wonderfully amazing thing for your wallet. Who really wants to spend more money for the pretty glass bottle then for the actual product. OH OH! Not me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If what you are using makes your skin feel tingly, it is not good for your skin. Tingly is a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If it is expensive it does not mean that it is better. Don't be fooled&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do this 2X per day. Using products for your skin type.&lt;br /&gt;1.Cleanse (Upward motion)&lt;br /&gt;2.Tone (Downward motion)&lt;br /&gt;3.Moisturize (Upward motion) Use a moisturizer for day and one for night.&lt;br /&gt;Day moisturizer = Protection&lt;br /&gt;Night moisturizer = Repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ground up pieces of walnuts etc in your wash is terrible! They actually tear up your skin with there broken sharp edges.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of us probably do this. sigh... The bathroom is the worst place to store makeup. It totally decreases the life span.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have oily skin and/or acne DO NOT over wash. This actually tells your skin to make more oil. Icky!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The pH scale goes from acid (0) to the alkaline(14). Human skin has a normal pH of 4.5-6.5. Soapy water has a pH of 12! If you use just regular soap and water to clean your face, it will change it's pH to 12 as well. You are forcing you skin to find it's way back throughout the day. Doing this is not good for you and it also leaves it open for bacteria. It's working so hard to get back to it's normal state, that it just lets it all in. Keep those nasty critters out by keeping up your skins natural shield.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aging is caused by many things. Your genes, hormones, nutrition, drugs, smoking, alcohol, pollution, exhaust, and second hand smoke to name a few. Take care of yourself on the inside and the out. Your body will thank you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of my tips. On to something else. It never crossed my mind that by taking a beauty course, I would long to live in a world without it. I'm so completely sick of this superficial world. My new plan...build a crappy little boat, search the seas for a deserted island and start a paradise. No more tweezing eyebrows, no more extreme dieting, no more brand labels or trends...just us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like writing better. Because I don't have to wear makeup, I don't have to be thin, and I don't have to remember lines.&lt;/i&gt; --Fran Drescher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-262134544944770171?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/262134544944770171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=262134544944770171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/262134544944770171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/262134544944770171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/10/makeup-my-face-makeup-my-soul.html' title='Makeup my face. Makeup my soul.'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-119778953032058069</id><published>2006-10-05T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T23:53:03.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siren sounds!</title><content type='html'>Please remain calm. The site you are visiting will finally stop changing. October 04 2006: cHOTTIE blog changes at least 10 times. It was all I did today. Puff Puff. That's it! I'm pooped. Done. Zip. End of the road. Get used to this layout folks... cuz I'm down for the count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (I know I have said this before...so i'll reword it. I PLAN on writing A LOT tomorrow. I seriously have a lot on my mind that I want to get out there. I should have time around 6pm to start.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-119778953032058069?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/119778953032058069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=119778953032058069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/119778953032058069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/119778953032058069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/10/siren-sounds.html' title='Siren sounds!'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-7408746433511388243</id><published>2006-10-02T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T14:10:13.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is not well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/sick-marty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/sick-marty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty somehow has managed to puncture his right eye again. :( So yet again I have a cone-pug on my hands. He always has to be hand fed, drinks from my hands and has to have 3 different medicine drops put into his eyes as total of 10 times a day. We are all not in the greatest spirits over here. My family and I love him so much. It's always hard to see someone you love be in pain. Hopefully he will pull through as lucky as he was last time. The vet thought that it was amazing he didn't loose his sight before. Yes, it is the same eye. I'm not a religious person or anything..but my baby needs all the help he can get..so nice thoughts or doggie treats his way would be wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-7408746433511388243?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/7408746433511388243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=7408746433511388243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/7408746433511388243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/7408746433511388243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-baby-is-not-well.html' title='My baby is not well'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-4563431558628897941</id><published>2006-10-02T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T13:29:43.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death By Caffeine</title><content type='html'>I just found out some interesting facts. If you are looking for an interesting way to kill me here you go. All you would have to do is pick one of the following and make me drink or eat the number that is stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) 1,421.88 Kit Kat Bars&lt;br /&gt;B) 8,531.25 Hershey's Kisses &lt;br /&gt;C) 106.64 cans of Red Bull&lt;br /&gt;D) 244.90 cans of Coca-Cola Classic&lt;br /&gt;E) 108.14 shots of Espresso&lt;br /&gt;F) 44.77 cups of Starbucks Short Coffee&lt;br /&gt;G) 87.65 cans of Tab Energy&lt;br /&gt;H) 22.38 cups of Starbucks Grande Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all who attempt this task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf' flashvars='id=694089&amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D5cc41a33df474cf5092dc7ccca14a6fc.694089&amp;imUrl=http%25253A%25252F%25252Fvideo.yahoo.com%25252Fvideo%25252Fplay%25253F%252526ei%25253DUTF-8%252526vid%25253D5cc41a33df474cf5092dc7ccca14a6fc.694089&amp;imTitle=%2525E5%252592%252596%2525E5%252595%2525A1%2525E6%25258B%252589%2525E8%25258A%2525B1&amp;searchUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/search?p=&amp;profileUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;creatorValue=YmNuNjg2&amp;vid=5cc41a33df474cf5092dc7ccca14a6fc.694089' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='425' height='350'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-4563431558628897941?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/4563431558628897941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=4563431558628897941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4563431558628897941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4563431558628897941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/10/big-brother-is-watching-you.html' title='Death By Caffeine'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-4352544289738278529</id><published>2006-09-18T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:14:05.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slight delay</title><content type='html'>Alrighty... sorry, but an actual post has been delayed. This is due to the fact that I'm so exhausted I barely know my own name. Clearly I am Mimi Lemontoe. Anyways, i'm going to go pass out as soon as possible. I seriously can not wait until saturday. OH GLORIOUS SATURDAY! Until then Lemontoe is the way to go. HAHaaaaaa.....sheesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-4352544289738278529?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/4352544289738278529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=4352544289738278529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4352544289738278529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4352544289738278529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/09/slight-delay.html' title='slight delay'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-8635053187473443991</id><published>2006-09-16T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T00:25:09.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe you should....</title><content type='html'>STOP! THINK BEFORE YOU ACT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and goodnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- i will have a lot to post tomorrow after work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-8635053187473443991?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/8635053187473443991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=8635053187473443991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/8635053187473443991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/8635053187473443991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/09/maybe-you-should.html' title='maybe you should....'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-6382161646845511559</id><published>2006-09-12T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T17:00:57.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes are happening EVERYWHERE</title><content type='html'>Welcome to yet another temp layout at cHOTTIE Blog. I played around with a lot of css this time. But anyways, i'm just gonna leave it for now. Total Vancouver layout style!!! I'm gonna change it into a layout with Marty in it soon though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-6382161646845511559?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/6382161646845511559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=6382161646845511559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/6382161646845511559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/6382161646845511559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/09/changes-are-happening-everywhere.html' title='Changes are happening EVERYWHERE'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-3318402709358734085</id><published>2006-09-12T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T12:42:42.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post #155</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/B0009EXY7S.16._SCLZZZZZZZ_SS260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/B0009EXY7S.16._SCLZZZZZZZ_SS260_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the local newspapers today I found a link to a African webcam site. It's called Africam. If you are ever bored and are interested in live wildlife cams you should check this one out. It's in colour and turn up the volume because it seriously is a jungle over there. Sudden loud animal noises scared me a few times actually. lol The cam is positioned around the Nkorho Pan waterhole in South Africa. It is not a camera watching animals in a zoo. The only problem with this cam is that because it is live it's best to watch it at night. They are about 8 hours ahead of us here in British Columbia. They are releasing a grizzly bear one that is recieved from a camera up on Grouse Mountian in a few weeks though. That should be pretty cool. Anyways, I just wanted to put that out there for my fellow animal lovers. &lt;a href="http://www.wavelit.com/?ch=Wildlife&amp;sh=africam"&gt;Check it out here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will be changing the look of my blog yet again. The Hello Kitty was just a test. Gah! Way too much pink even for my tastes. lol Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-3318402709358734085?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/3318402709358734085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=3318402709358734085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/3318402709358734085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/3318402709358734085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/09/post-155.html' title='Post #155'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-8713118844467624109</id><published>2006-09-11T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:14:59.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again, Home Again...</title><content type='html'>The info session was rather (ahem) informative. All the programs they went over sounded awesome. I will probably go into one sometime next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping today wasn't the most successful shopping trips. I didn't actually finish getting gifts for any of the three people. Oh well, I still have a few days. Too bad that I work like everyday for 8 hours coming up. Then again, I really really need the cash right now. I should start selling lemonade and hold bake sales or something. Perhaps I could interest you in a beaded necklace or bracelet? No? Hmm well that's just too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-8713118844467624109?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/8713118844467624109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=8713118844467624109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/8713118844467624109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/8713118844467624109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/09/home-again-home-again.html' title='Home Again, Home Again...'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-1839847890258890369</id><published>2006-09-11T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T15:32:47.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10</title><content type='html'>Alrighty...So I have about 10 mins to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/polkadot.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/polkadot.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to another glorious Monday. Even if you weren't ready for it...well, it sure was ready for you. I can't believe it's actually warm out today. This morning I put on 2 t-shirts and a sweatshirt to walk Marty. Big mistake. Anyways, today I have to go to Metrotown to buy b-day presents for 3 people. To make matters worse, they are all men! AHHHhhhhhhhhhhh! One of my least fave things to do....SHOPPING FOR GUYS!!! After that it's off to BCIT to go to a information session for a full-time program I have been interested in. If it sounds good it will be the next thing I take after I get through my makeup program and get myself settled into a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching Ticketmaster the other day for any new events happening and I found that Kasabian is coming to town again. YAY! I went to see them a year or so ago and that concert rocked! Totally awesome. So of course I will be going again this year.:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. i think I have to go now. It's getting late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-1839847890258890369?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/1839847890258890369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=1839847890258890369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/1839847890258890369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/1839847890258890369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/09/12345678910.html' title='1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-2170122757387551935</id><published>2006-09-10T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:16:02.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, another apple</title><content type='html'>I'm not really sure why I typed that title. Probably because I just noticed that I do indeed eat one (sometimes two) apples a day. If only that old saying were true... because I really want to stop getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is. Sunday. It was very extremely nice to not have to work today. Over the past 5 days I have worked and had quite a few run-ins with nasty customers. Is it just my imagination or are the people of the world getting more and more self absorbed and lacking a heart? I actually love my job at Starbucks, but I just can't handle these same customers much longer. I'm going to brave another 5-6 more months and then I will throw in the towel and move on. Bigger and better things are ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. back to Sunday. Not much happened today except we had a time warp occur. This day went way too darn fast. I didn't get to do half of the things I had originally planned to do today. What else is new though? I did an intense workout today. It was a really awesome day to go to Fitness World since it was nearly empty. I also washed Marty today. Marty was ecstatic that I decided to give him a bath. He loves them so much. He was jumping up at the utility sink like mad. It was almost impossible to pick him up and put him in it. What would I do without my darling little puggy boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few personal goals that I have made recently:&lt;br /&gt;1.No more crying unless I seriously can't help it. It is probably good to release it when it comes up, but I have to learn to be as strong as possible. I have done enough crying for my whole life already. Also I don't want to cry in front of people anymore. This is it. I have to be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;2.Even when I am angry or upset I must over come it and not let it show. In certain situations it will just make things better.&lt;br /&gt;3.I plan to tame my jealousy issues and just be happy with what I have. It is true,  jealousy is a very ugly thing.&lt;br /&gt;4.Read a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;5.Put an end to my anti-social side.&lt;br /&gt;6.Live life for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/disneyland_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/disneyland_me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-2170122757387551935?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/2170122757387551935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=2170122757387551935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2170122757387551935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2170122757387551935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-day-another-apple.html' title='Another day, another apple'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-2693446192463860108</id><published>2006-09-07T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T11:47:57.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really really can't wait until Sunday.</title><content type='html'>On Sunday i'm going to sleep and sleep and SLEEP! Everytime I say that I end up getting up way before the time I had originally said. Oh well, a girl can dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to get up early yet again so that I can go register for my makeup artistry program. So i slept another 3 hour night. I find it so hard to sleep when I'm sick. So anyways, today is stocked full of greatness. &lt;br /&gt;Registering/buying my course and kit.&lt;br /&gt;walk to work for 12:45pm and getting off work at 5:45pm.&lt;br /&gt;Heading straight over to Fitness World to do a super huge workout.&lt;br /&gt;Coming home and probably passing out in my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be wonderful... so yeah.. SUNDAY...OH HOW I LONG FOR YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta head out to do the school thing now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-2693446192463860108?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/2693446192463860108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=2693446192463860108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2693446192463860108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2693446192463860108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-really-really-cant-wait-until-sunday.html' title='I really really can&apos;t wait until Sunday.'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-4292046415467144550</id><published>2006-09-07T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T10:27:19.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>straight from a horror movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-4292046415467144550?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/4292046415467144550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=4292046415467144550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4292046415467144550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/4292046415467144550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/09/straight-from-horror-movie.html' title='straight from a horror movie.'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-8610978863139984237</id><published>2006-09-06T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:32:10.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Split Seconds</title><content type='html'>Today I have seen a new light shine inside of me. It seems like lately changes in myself have been happening more and more. I guess it's true. I am indeed growing up. Or maybe I am just getting even more crazy then I was before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it though. I'm not going to be afraid anymore. This girl is finally going to accept a few tiny details.In order to be happy you have to realize who you are. Acceptance of who you are and who will be always be. I understand now that I have been stuck in my ways. I have believed so many strange things and I'm still not even sure where I got them from. No more will I run away in fear. I'm just going to do what I want and strive to be more for myself. When I was walking to work today I talked to myself. Now, this may be a sign of in saneness, but actually I think it might just be my first few steps. These steps are ones that will lead me to really living. Until now I know that I haven't really been living. A few things I contemplated.&lt;br /&gt;Good may come to those who sit around and wait for good to come to them, but what if they actually tried? Isn't it entirely possible that that good and so much more would come to them if they did? The gains will only be bigger and better for those who strive to be. No more waiting around. I always would forget how big the world really is. It doesn't wait for you. Each second ticks by, shaving off yet another second of your life. Why just sit around and wait then? I'm going to take my fate by the hand and be happy with it. I'm really excited to see all that i can achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/dark-eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/dark-eyes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..My name is Laura. Nice to meet you. There will be no secrets between us. Here are some traits (good and bad) about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A complete animal lover, but don't get a spider near me. I WANT THEM ALL TO DIE!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I occasionally lie to save my skin. I actually was lying to myself for years now. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sometimes crave attention. I liked to be noticed and liked. It really bugs me when someone doesn't like me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope that through out my life I can help as many people as possible feel. One of my main goals in life is to be able to make others feel as deeply as I do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I save money instead of having fun and spending it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I daydream A LOT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always say that I don't plan on having children even though one day I know that I will change my mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know how to cook very well, but I love the food network.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate the way I look without makeup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some days I hate myself and other days I love myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a compulsive organizer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I'm sad I love to drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I look at pictures of models and compare myself. I hate doing it... so why do i do it? onto the next point&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;For some reason i like to torture myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I chew my nails and love chewing on ice. I also only chew a piece of gum for around 2 mins before i get rid of it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a fear of rotten food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... i think that is enough weird information for now. I hope everyone is having a good Wednesday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-8610978863139984237?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/8610978863139984237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=8610978863139984237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/8610978863139984237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/8610978863139984237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/09/split-seconds.html' title='Split Seconds'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-7680677901606312633</id><published>2006-09-05T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:57:27.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few quick thoughts b4 I fall over....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/supercat_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/supercat_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you don't know where you are going, you might wind up someplace else. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fall seven times. Stand up eight.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Even if you are on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Be not afraid of going slowly; be afraid only of standing still.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-7680677901606312633?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/7680677901606312633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=7680677901606312633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/7680677901606312633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/7680677901606312633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/09/few-quick-thoughts-b4-i-fall-over.html' title='A few quick thoughts b4 I fall over....'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-8676124834166753158</id><published>2006-09-04T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T11:23:21.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something very tragic has happened today....</title><content type='html'>Sadly this is totally true. Steve Irwin "The Crocodile Hunter" has died today. I don't know about you, but i'm in shock about this. He was like a cartoon super hero. He just COULDN'T DIE!!! sigh... also I think he dealt with a lot more dangerous things then this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the story -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shortly after 11:00am local time on 4 September 2006, Irwin was fatally pierced in the chest by a stingray barb while diving in Queensland's Batt Reef, which is part of the Great Barrier Reef. The events were caught on camera and the footage is now in the possession of Queensland Police. Irwin was in the area filming his own documentary, to be called The Ocean's Deadliest, but weather had stalled filming. Irwin decided to take the opportunity to film some shallow water shots for a segment in the television program his daughter Bindi was hosting, when, according to his friend and colleague John Stainton, he swam too close to one of the animals, which have a venomous barb on their tails. "He came on top of the stingray and the stingray's barb went up and into his chest and put a hole into his heart," said Stainton, who was on board Irwin's boat at the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After reviewing the footage of the incident and speaking to the cameraman who recorded it, marine documentary filmmaker and fisherman Ben Cropp speculated that the stingray, a bull ray, "felt threatened because Steve was alongside and there was the cameraman ahead..." In such a case, the animal responds by automatically flexing the serrated barb on its tail, which is up to 30 centimeters (roughly 12 inches) in length, upward. In this case, the motion struck Irwin's chest and pierced his heart. Crewmembers aboard his boat called emergency services in the nearest city of Cairns and administered CPR as they rushed the boat to nearby Low Isle to meet a rescue helicopter. Medical staff pronounced Irwin dead when they arrived a short time later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Queensland Police Service notified his family and released a statement for the media concerning his death. News of his death prompted a public outpouring expressing shock and loss. Several Australian news websites went down because of high web traffic and talk-back radio experienced a high volume of callers expressing their grief, commemorating his passion and exuberance. Prime Minister John Howard, among many other politicians, expressed his "shock and distress" at the death, saying that "Australia has lost a wonderful and colourful son.” Irwin's body was flown to a morgue in Cairns, where stunned family and friends were gathering on Monday night. His wife Terri was informed of her husband's death while on a walking tour in the Cradle Mountain-Lake St Clair National Park in Tasmania, and returned via private plane from Devonport to the Sunshine Coast with their two children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/1600/irwinfamily_wideweb__470x379%2C0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6951/829/320/irwinfamily_wideweb__470x379%2C0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend and I were just talking about him the other day. Remembering the movie he made. Everyone see this movie! It sounds cheezy and it is a bit, but it's just so funny and charming. He was such a darling man and we will all miss him. The word "Crikey" just isn't the same anymore....Anyways, I thought everyone should know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-8676124834166753158?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/8676124834166753158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=8676124834166753158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/8676124834166753158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/8676124834166753158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/09/something-very-tragic-has-happened.html' title='Something very tragic has happened today....'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-2979372643351748044</id><published>2006-09-02T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T18:43:31.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fair is foul, and foul is fair" --Macbeth</title><content type='html'>Kiss summer 2006 goodbye everybody. I can't believe that is it good ol' September yet again. AND we all know what September brings don't we? Haul out those dusty ancient text books people, cuz school is back and ready for action. I'm actually taking a TOTALLY different route this year. I really ought to stop planning these things since i always seem to end up changing them. My new plan as of today....go to makeup/beauty school (So very much not my intense techie side) and once i'm done (january) get a job somewhere else. It's going to be extremely hard for me to leave Starbucks.. but i really need a change right now. Maybe i'll be able to stay with 2 days a week there or something. I'm really not sure at this moment. All I know is that i have to try something new and break out of my shell a bit more. I also really have to get my drivers license. IT DRIVING ME NUTS! I have walked everywhere for WAY TOO LONG!!!! pant pant... so my plan for the next 6 months....Work at Starbucks, get my license, buy a car and get my cosmetology certificate. Of course i'm not planning on being a makeup artist forever, but it's something new and i'll make more money doing it. I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do for a living. One day i'll figure it out I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I weighed myself. (DRUMROLL) 122 pounds! The lowest that I have ever been. Only 2 more pounds to go, but of course it doesn't stop there. It will mean that I can finally start eating the amount a normal person does, but there is always room for advancement. It's kindof strange, but I really am enjoying weightlifting now. The results i'm getting are fantastic. I used to think that weightlifting was definately not for girls, but I see it in a completely different light now. I'm gonna look into power yoga classes pretty soon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just so much to do with so little time. I'm determined though. This is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome long weekend people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-2979372643351748044?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/2979372643351748044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=2979372643351748044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2979372643351748044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/2979372643351748044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/09/fair-is-foul-and-foul-is-fair-macbeth.html' title='&quot;Fair is foul, and foul is fair&quot; --Macbeth'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-115579537681498504</id><published>2006-08-16T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:04:45.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~People of Starbucks~ part one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/starbucks.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/starbucks.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's right Everybody! Sorry it seemed like this post might never come to be. Beware! The people you will be reading about truly exist. These are the people I see on a normal day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The life stories&lt;/b&gt; - These people just never want to stop! They come in and order a short coffee and then proceed to follow you everywhere you go. I'm starting to think that their $1.48 is actually just for someone to talk to. Hey, I'm a nice girl.. but when I'm super busy trying to do my job and some customer has been talking to me about their childhood for 30 mins ______You just have to draw the line. One time I was mopping the floors and a customer followed me around the entire time. I just couldn't get away! It's strange because they actually started talking to me about how he eats fish everyday and loves garlic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sugar/fat IV injections&lt;/b&gt; - Not to be mean, but as soon as these people enter the store you know that they are gonna be trouble. They pretty much only buy a drink topping. Would you like some coffee with your gigantic cup of pure think caramel syrup? OK... here are the specks.&lt;br /&gt;A venti caramel mocha (extra caramel). OH OH! And don't forget the non-fat milk with whip cream part! What a joke! The drink has a total of (approx) 800 calories in it... and that could be even more. I could have 2 of those and then not eat the whole day. People are really beginning to scare me more and more. I think the worst part about dealing with these people is trying not to gag as she takes the drink from you and slurps off as much whip cream and caramel as fast as she can just to make even more room for the caramel. You seriously have to just hold it over and squeeze... and squeeze and yet again squeeze until finally it is enough...Or is it? (shudder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Partner&lt;/b&gt; - All of us partners are guilty of this. We go to another Starbucks on our days off and usually have high expectations. We critique everything! We pick at what is wrong, what is right, what we would do instead. We also explain our drinks to the finest detail and are insulted when they put one too many pumps of vanilla in our drink. Partners can be some of the scariest customers... But come on.. we are cool people. Right? RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The ENTIRE STAFF of London Drugs&lt;/b&gt; - Alright Alright.. almost the ENTIRE STAFF OF LONDON DRUGS. No shift is complete without your fave LD employee. They might come in and get their usual and be on their way, they might harass and tease you, they be offended that you don't have any peanut butter cookies, or they might just bring in their own mug(complete with tea bag) and ask for water. A word of advice, when the brown haired lady who asks for a mild coffee with extra hazelnut.. She means EXTRA!&lt;br /&gt;This world is full of people who buy coffee and then mask the taste as much as possible. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The glue-stuck-to-butt people&lt;/b&gt; - Ok.. I'm going to try to be as nice as possible here. GO HOME ALREADY!!! Seriously! Don't you people have somewhere else to go!?!?! When they die we are going to have to bury them in the Starbucks parking lot. Maybe we can have a little graveyard installed just so they never have to leave. Some of these people are super nice and I don't mind seeing them everyday... but I just can't understand it. It's no secret that Starbucks is expensive, but these get up in the morning to live at Starbucks until we lock our doors. I can't figure out where the money making happens. I also wonder how it is that they are not bored with their lives yet. If only I could figure it all out.... maybe they know something that I don't. Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The ladies of the corner&lt;/b&gt; - The best corner of the store always seems to be taken over by a certain group of ladies. They get the same coffee everyday and talk for hours and hours. They are also super cheap. They always want refunds for things and every single time you are bringing out samples they act like they have never tried it and take way more then they should. It's super annoying! I'm just really not a fan of those ladies....the ladies in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Santa-listers&lt;/b&gt; - These are the people who bring in a super detailed list of around 10 - 20 drinks for their friends/employees. They seem to pop out of no where AND when you really are understaffed. They never seem to walk in when you are having those rare moments when you actually are wishing for them. The Santa-listers always seem to make the bad apples in the lineup show.....  onward to the bad apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bad Apples&lt;/b&gt; - The bad apples are frightening people. These are the people who seem to not see what is clearly in front of them OR maybe they believe that all Starbucks baristas have super powers. Well, believe me Mr. and Mrs.BadApple... If I had them I would definitely be using them. I'd probably be off helping people in actual need instead of making your 'princess' drink. These people must be blind because at moments where I think I'm about to pass out from how much work I'm doing(running everywhere, lined to the door with customers, not enough staff on the floor, have a line of drinks 20 some long, making 6 drinks at that moment, getting a fork for someone, hearing that we are out of grande lids, buzzing in people into the washrooms and who knows what else I'm doing) they will actually tell me to hurry up. It's unbelievable. Wow.. thanks about badapple... Lets see you do a quarter of what i'm doing now without passing out. Whew... Us Starbucks partners are multitaskers and believe me......we are going as fast as we possibly can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is about all I can do for tonight. I will add more to it soon. I hope you all enjoyed the PEOPLE OF STARBUCKS Part one. I hope everyone is enjoying the last half of August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-115579537681498504?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/115579537681498504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=115579537681498504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115579537681498504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115579537681498504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/08/people-of-starbucks-part-one.html' title='~People of Starbucks~ part one'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-115577814876974120</id><published>2006-08-16T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T18:29:08.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/chocochipmuffins_lg_new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/chocochipmuffins_lg_new.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many things can you think of that there is never enough of? Maybe there is never enough time, money, love or even chocolate chips in your muffin? Lately, I feel like there is definitely a shortage of time. A few days ago when I was at Chapters, I realized that I totally would love time to stop and fill my brain with every bit of info possible. Just imagine the possibilities. I have such a huge thirst to learn right now. It is starting to kill me since the list keeps growing and my life just gets shorter and shorter everyday. It's kind of a depressing thought, but it's exciting at the same time. For the first time in my life, I am finally starting to not worry so much about getting older. Not that I wouldn't still wish for youth unending if I ever got the chance, but I'm starting to accept it and the wonderful things that will come with it. If you know me well enough then you already know how I used to say I don't want to live past 50. I seriously believed that I truly wanted that for years. I guess you could say that I have finally come to my senses about a lot of things lately. I no longer wish for that, but now I'm looking forward to everything I will experience, learn and love. Now if only I could get a slow down and speed up remote.... Any ideas where I could come across one of them babies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-115577814876974120?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/115577814876974120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=115577814876974120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115577814876974120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115577814876974120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/08/never-enough.html' title='Never Enough?'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-115545427739668884</id><published>2006-08-13T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:31:17.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets scratch out the public eyes</title><content type='html'>A post on my boyfriends blog (link on the side panel) and various incidents lately have  got me thinking. Why is it that we care so much what other people think? Even when we dress a totally different way then everybody else, we are caring what other people think. If it is done that way we want those 'other' people to take notice and see that we are rebelling. either route is caring what other people think. One side wants acceptance and to be a model image - the other wants to be the opposite. Maybe it's about time that we lived in a world with no eyes. I want to see everyone blind. Except the animals...I think that they are smarter than us anyways(on a separate level). Let the animals rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... more tomorrow after I get home from work. 8am to 2:15pm Starbucks shift tomorrow. Yipee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-115545427739668884?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/115545427739668884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=115545427739668884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115545427739668884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115545427739668884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/08/lets-scratch-out-public-eyes.html' title='Lets scratch out the public eyes'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-115544451136894656</id><published>2006-08-12T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T21:48:31.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A brand new look</title><content type='html'>You may notice that things are looking quite different around here. Welcome to my new super girly blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-115544451136894656?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/115544451136894656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=115544451136894656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115544451136894656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115544451136894656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/08/brand-new-look.html' title='A brand new look'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-115517517304008234</id><published>2006-08-09T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:52:53.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one." --Albert Einstein</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/IMG_2665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/IMG_2665.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home from a vacation has to be one of the strangest feelings. As most of you know, I just got back from my first trip to Disneyland. I'm in awe because it truly is the happiest place on earth. You may think that I'm a super weirdo for this, but Disneyland has inspired me. My inner artist is screaming to break through now. Geez, I hope the breaking through doesn't hurt too much. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a lacking breakdown of the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;July 31 - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept like maybe two hours on Saturday night. It was my brilliant plan to make myself sleep Sunday night (had to get up at 3:45am) , but it completely failed me. I absolutely love sleeping 2 hours instead of 16. NOT! So the airport wasn't exactly the place I wanted to be Monday morning. Jack and I made it through no problem. We arrived in L.A. around 10am. Once we got our luggage we attempted to find the Disneyland shuttle that would take us to our hotel. This was a bit of a problem for us, but we finally found one. The ride to the hotel was completely awful. It should only take 45 mins to get to where we need to go, but it stopped at every other hotel before ours. We were on that bus for around an hour and 45 mins. ugh! So we finally make it to the Howard Johnson hotel and do the whole checkin deal/get settled into our room. We had originally planned to go to a outlet mall called Citadel, but it ended up impossible for us to get there. Who wants to spend $100 per person for travel? We also would have to spend an entire day to do it. I was pretty disappointed about that situation. So instead of that we took a taxi to The Block (a outside mall in Orange County). The reason I picked that mall was because there is a Hot Topic there. One of the best stores ever! Sadly, I found nothing there for me, but Jack found lots. He looks awesome in his new clothes. Anyways, we ate lunch at a really unique restaurant. It was covered in lots of super cool paintings and there were vases of cutlery mixed with paint brushes on all the tables. The server was super awesome too. After shopping we went back to the hotel and went to sleep early. We needed our rest for Disneyland the next day. Jack slept instantly and I tried everything to block out his deafening snoring. I couldn't breathe very well with all those pillows covering my head. Hurray 3 days on 2 hours of sleep now!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny moments/facts: On one of our taxi rides the lady driver assumed that because we are Canadian that we speak French.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Skinny pants for guys are pretty much just girl pants. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never attempt to get an American payphone to work. It's impossible. It's even worse when they are installed right beside a cellphone booth full of the most annoying people ever. They just wouldn't leave us alone. YES WE HAVE CELL PHONES.... IS IT SUCH A CRIME THAT WE DON'T HAVE THEM SINCE WE ARE ON VACATION??!?! Geez... leave us alone!!! Whew... pant pant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 01, 02, 03 - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot express the excitement that was inside me on this day. It was only a 10 min (or less) walk to Disneyland from our hotel. Walking there was an experience. Seeing and hearing tiny samples of what lays within was almost too much for me to handle. When we got inside we got our picture taken with Baloo and then Pinocchio and geppetto. After that our first stop was Adventureland. We fastpassed Indiana Jones and then went on the Jungle rafting tour. We walked around and took random pictures after the cruise (we have around 400 pictures from the trip). Indiana Jones was the second ride that we did and somehow it totally screwed up my back. I loved that ride too! Indiana Jones I just can't be angry with you though. lol So we pretty much wore ourselves out to the max everyday. We walked and walked and waited and waited. We saw almost everything that we possibly could. There were just a few things that we missed cuz my back was hurting so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/IMG_2969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/IMG_2969.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A list of some of the things we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took lots of pictures with characters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blew off my diet for 5 days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buzz Astro blasters, star tours, autotopia, innoventions, and Honey I shrunk the audience. Space mountain was amazing. We did it a few times. It made me afraid that I might lose my head though. Shudder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The enchanted tiki room was adorable. I just can't get that song out of my head now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jungle Cruise, Indiana Jones, and the Tarzan treehouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean is the best ride ever. We went on it the most out of any&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Haunted Mansion rocked! Totally loved that one. No matter what I have got to figure out the tricks behind that ride. I just can't figure out how they make it look so real.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seriously... try as hard as you can to not eat at Disneyland. Little things are fine, but everything isn't very good and it's Sooo insanely expensive. We got lunch at the Hungry Bear restaurant. It was so gross. I barely could eat any of my salad. For some reason it had corn and bean chunks in it and the chicken on top was disgusting. nasty!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went on a super cute, but not very good Winnie the Pooh ride. I realize now that I really would not enjoy being in one of Pooh Bears dreams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jack never ate one of pickles that he said that he would:P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went on Big thunder mountain railroad, flying dumbos, Matterhorn bobsleds, Roger Rabbit spinning car ride and It's a Small World(stay tuned for an upcoming post about this ride in the future)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went on soaring over California and the grizzly river run a few times. They are both amazing rides. Gotta love the smell of those oranges.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We saw Muppets 3d and went on the tower of terror. That elevator ride was the scariest ride I went on the whole vacation!!! I closed my eyes the whole time and death gripped Jack's arm the whole time. It was insane!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to the best restaurant every night on vacation. Mimi's Cafe is our fave place now. We just have to find a way to bring one to Canada. They have amazing food and service. What a place. It made our vacation that much better. Thank you Mimi's!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/disney_fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/disney_fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last day at Disneyland, we got there at 7:30am and got back to our hotel that night after midnight. It was an extreme day! We exhausted ourselves to the max. We saw the fireworks and a parade. I was expecting the fireworks to be boring, but they were the best that I have ever seen! Mickey was one magical dude with those lasers. After Disneyland closed we hung out in downtown Disney and did some major shopping at the biggest Disney store I have ever seen. We got some pretty cool things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/JurassicParkRide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/JurassicParkRide.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we went to Universal Studios. I gotta say..it was a let down compared to Disneyland. Alright so maybe I'm a little childish, but I was expecting it to be mostly rides like Disneyland and California Adventure. Back to the Future was my fave ride. It was so old school, but good old school. Totally brings back memories. The Jurassic Park was not as good as it could have been either. I was hoping it was in one of the tour cars from the movie, but it was a raft for some reason. The drop on that ride was insane though! I seriously had time to truly experience my stomach in my throat for quite some time on that one. ick! It really wasn't a good thing for my spinal injury. Not good at all.... Another ride there that wasn't good for it was the Mummy roller coaster. It was soooooo incredibly fast that it almost melded you to the back of the seat. jack and I really liked that coaster though. We saw a few shows there. We saw Terminator 3d, Shrek 4d and Waterworld. Everyone of them was awesome, Waterworld had to be the best though. I liked what I saw there, but I just was expecting more. I would like to go there again one day to see all the shows that I missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day we went to Main place mall and spent the last of our money. We then took our shuttle back to the airport and waited for over 3 hours. It felt like forever. We helped pass the time by playing old maid and eating muffins that we got from the worst Starbucks ever. I couldn't even get my discount there. It sucked! The employees weren't very nice either. They just don't know service like we do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight was delayed and we ended up having to wait EVEN longer to board our flight. Once we got on we realized that they broke Jack and I apart. If we held hands on the plane we blocked the walkway. It was a horrible flight. I'm really not a fan of Canadian airways. Anyways, we made it home safe and sound. I'm not really sure what the sound means... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was the best ever! I love Disneyland and I wish that I could move there and work at the park for a few months!!! I really really wish... but yeah Surrey Starbucks is my home for now. sigh. Sorry this post is so unbelievably long. I have so much to say about my wonderful trip. I have quite a few more details about some things on there own, but I'll leave that for separate posts. This is just the run through. lol Congrats if you made it this far. You must have drank a few shots of espresso before reading this. Until next time.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. - I'll put up the exciting photos soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-115517517304008234?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/115517517304008234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=115517517304008234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115517517304008234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115517517304008234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/08/reality-is-merely-illusion-albeit-very_09.html' title='&quot;Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.&quot; --Albert Einstein'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-115431971868794763</id><published>2006-07-30T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:21:58.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to California</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow will indeed be an exciting day. My flight leaves at 7am and I'll be up at 3:45am. ick.. it's almost like having to do an open at work. lol well.... the getting up early part anyways. I finally just finished up my packing and i'm trying to relax a bit with a cup of tea. Mmmmm Yummy tea. (sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is lacking, but at least i'm telling you(any body you actually stumbles upon my sad blog). I'll have lots of awesome pictures and stories to tell when i come home. I'll be home saturday night. Welcome back to reality...but until then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIP AND DALE HERE I COME!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/Chip%20and%20Dale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/Chip%20and%20Dale.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a awesome week everyone!!! I know that I will:&gt;:&gt;:&gt;:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-115431971868794763?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/115431971868794763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=115431971868794763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115431971868794763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115431971868794763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/07/off-to-california.html' title='Off to California'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-115411459739614772</id><published>2006-07-28T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:23:17.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Shoes</title><content type='html'>Best shoes ever!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/My-New-Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/My-New-Shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-115411459739614772?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/115411459739614772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=115411459739614772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115411459739614772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115411459739614772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-new-shoes.html' title='My New Shoes'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-115369444547417618</id><published>2006-07-23T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:41:13.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is brought to you by the number 8 and 3.</title><content type='html'>Both of these numbers hold a very significant place in my heart. Well, for the moment that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/be_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/be_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;The number 8&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;8 more sleeps until My boyfriend and I leave for California&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/9a_1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/200/9a_1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Number 3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only 3 more shifts at Starbucks before the vacation. (unless I pick up any extra shifts)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm finally getting to go see Lady in the Water. I really wanted to go on opening night, but SOMEONE was working. lol That's alright though...grumble mumble:P&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a non revealing review of the movie tonight or tomorrow for anyone who is slightly interested. The previews look awesome, but I'm a sucker for thrillers. M. Night Shyamalan's movies always seem to be interesting anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all from me for the time being... I'm not feeling very well...sooo time to go lay down for a bit....or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-115369444547417618?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/115369444547417618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=115369444547417618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115369444547417618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115369444547417618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-post-is-brought-to-you-by-number.html' title='This post is brought to you by the number 8 and 3.'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-115352362591655342</id><published>2006-07-21T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T16:13:45.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A spider that I have fallen in love with... and you thought it would never happen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/pic12316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/pic12316.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-115352362591655342?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/115352362591655342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=115352362591655342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115352362591655342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115352362591655342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/07/spider-that-i-have-fallen-in-love-with.html' title='A spider that I have fallen in love with... and you thought it would never happen.'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-115352126688938390</id><published>2006-07-21T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T15:34:26.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“The mind is everything. What you think you become.”- Gautama Siddharta(563-483 B.C.)</title><content type='html'>That's right. I have finally returned, but now where ever shall I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could say that in the past 3 months I have been out of my mind and I realize that. Obsessed would be a good word to describe me lately. Most ppl who have been around me in the past few months know that all I care about right now is health, fitness and losing weight. I have worked sooo unbelievably hard to get as far as i have come now. I have lost 15 pounds of me so far and i'm trying my hardest for the 20 pound lost mark. Why does it matter so much you ask? Well, i guess it doesn't for most people, but for some reason it is a big deal to me. It's probably because I have had issues with this since i was about 9 or 10. Thank you to everyone who is looking out for me and letting me strive for my goal. I am aware that I have a bit of a problem, but I guess i'll deal with it when I get to it. I'm really sorry to my readers out there, since it has taken me so unbelievably long to write a post. Sometimes i get so involved and obsessed with something that I push everything else away. I'm starting to explore outside of my cave again, so please bare with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My web design class at BCIT has finally ended. Well... 2 weeks ago. For quite some time, a lot of my free time was spent on making my website (final project) for my class. I went way over board on what i had to do for it, but it's just the way i do everything i suppose. Visit &lt;a href="http://students.signalflare.ca/chottie/"&gt;Overly Emotional&lt;/a&gt; and please leave me some feedback and submissions.:) I plan on making it a lot better in the future. I was rushed with the content portion of the site, so my writing is a little wonky. I put most of my energy into the photoshop area/design portion of my site. I hope that it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my favorite number is 10. Do you know why? Alright then. I will fill you in. &lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO DISNEYLAND IN 10 DAYS!!!!!! There is no possible way that I can describe to you how excited I really am. I have wanted to go my entire life and and one week and 3 days I will actually be there! CAN'T WAIT!!! CAN'T WAIT!!! CAN'T WAIT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just my first post of many to come. I apologize that most of my posts will probably be extremly redundant. I need somewhere to scatter my excited thoughts about my trip, my insane bursts of emotion and my weight loss struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/ATT99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/ATT99.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-115352126688938390?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/115352126688938390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=115352126688938390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115352126688938390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115352126688938390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/07/mind-is-everything-what-you-think-you.html' title='“The mind is everything. What you think you become.”- Gautama Siddharta(563-483 B.C.)'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-115121575135463097</id><published>2006-06-24T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:09:11.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise a real post will go up soon!!! Honestly!</title><content type='html'>I haven't died or anything.. i'm just super swamped with a lot right now. Stress Stress Stress. Believe me, I have a lot to ramble on about soon. In the meantime, here is a quiz that i just wasted precious homework time doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning? 8:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Over the Hedge. SOoooo adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's your favorite TV show? What Not To Wear and Honey We’re Killing the Kids.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. What did you have for breakfast this morning? Special K with my usual Silhoutte yogurt (cherry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's your favorite cuisine? Italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What foods do you dislike? Anything fast food and squash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite chip flavor? I’m not really a chip person. A year ago or so ago, I really liked those black pepper chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's your favorite CD at the moment? For a few months now I have been obsessed with Death Cab For Cutie – Plans and Bloc Party – Silent Alarm. 2 unbelievably awesome rock your socks albums. That’s right:P!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What car do you drive? Well, if I had money to buy a car, drive the car and I actually had my license… I would love a Smart car, Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite sandwich? Any kind of sandwich that doesn’t have an insane amount of meat in it. Yuck. Big sandwich supporter though. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What characteristics do you despise? conceit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Favorite item of clothing? Super awesome black dress that my boyfriend bought me… I’ve never had anywhere to wear it though someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite place to go on vacation? I’m going to Disneyland (for the first time) at the end of July!!!! I’ll tell you then where my fave place to go is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What color is your bathroom? Pink? Not sure. I guess I never look at the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite brand of clothing? I don’t really buy because of the brand. Either I like the item or I don’t. I don’t just like everything that a certain brand makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where would you retire? Victoria? Meh, I have no clue. That is WAY too far away for me to think about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite time of the day? Whenever I get home from a crazy hardcore workout and then feel amazing because of it. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What was your most memorable birthday? It would have to be my 19th birthday. My boyfriend threw me a party since I’d never really had one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where were you born? Surrey. Sigh…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite sport to watch? Snail racing!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who do you least expect to send this back to you? I’m not gonna send to to many ppl at all. I might even just post it on my blog.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23. Person you expect to send it back first? Jack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What fabric detergent do you use? No clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Were you named after anyone? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wish on stars? I have before, but I haven’t in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. When did you last cry? A week ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you like your handwriting? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are you a daredevil? Most definitely not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do looks matter? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What class in High School was totally useless? It’s so strange, because thinking back i probably would have said a lot of them were a waste of time…but now that I think about it, I can think of something of value that I learned from every class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What are your nicknames? Here is 3 out of a million. Chottie, Biscuit, Roo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Only if I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you think that you are strong? Getting stronger every single day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite Ice cream? I don’t eat ice cream anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What are your favorite colors? Blue and pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? My obsessive compulsiveness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Who do you miss the most? My grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What color pants are u wearing? Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What are you listening to right now? The fan inside my computer. (whirl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last thing you ate? A baby banana. These rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Last person you talked to on the phone? My boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Hair and eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Favorite Drink? Green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you wear contacts? Couldn’t live without them.&lt;br /&gt;47. Favorite Day(s) of the Year:? Halloween, Christmas, birthdays, payday, vacation days. Etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Scary Movies or Happy Endings? both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Summer or winter? I like both. Summer and winter both have good points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Hugs? or Kisses? Chocolate or for real? I’m not a big fan of Hershey’s chocolate. For real, hugs and kisses together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What Is Your Favorite Dessert? Fruit salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What book are you currently reading? Jack is reading me Dragonlance - Time of the Twins right now and I am reading a whole bunch of books at once. Lots of computer books/fitness books/science audio book and I’m reading Harry Potter – order of the Phoenix. There is probably more as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What's On Your Mouse Pad? It sucks! It has water droplets on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. When is my birthday? January 29th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-115121575135463097?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/115121575135463097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=115121575135463097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115121575135463097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/115121575135463097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-promise-real-post-will-go-up-soon.html' title='I promise a real post will go up soon!!! Honestly!'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114895835640062163</id><published>2006-05-29T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:05:56.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Wallpaper</title><content type='html'>Here is a quick Kingdom Hearts wallpaper that I made today. Well, it took almost an hour. Super blah.. but i i just felt like making something. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/Kingdomheart_sora.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/400/Kingdomheart_sora.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114895835640062163?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114895835640062163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114895835640062163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114895835640062163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114895835640062163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/05/quick-wallpaper.html' title='Quick Wallpaper'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114834000198296319</id><published>2006-05-22T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:20:02.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post for Kortney: it's just a tiny bit late;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome pretty ladies and fine gentlemen, &lt;br /&gt;to the post dedicated to my friend Kortney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that this post is in existence, is because she brought to my attention that I hadn't blogged in a super long time. Pretty much she told me very nicely;) "you suck at blogging." SO here it is.... Lets start off with a insanely adorable animal picture (or 2)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/Surrogatemum1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/Surrogatemum1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/Surrogatemum2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/Surrogatemum2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that we got that out of the way. Everyone breathe deeply and try to calm down from the cuteness attack that you just got. Breathe ----(don't think about the little piglet hooves) ---- Breathe ----- (Try not to think about how happy the cuddled tiger mommy is) ---- Breathe ( And most definitely do not think about how soft the piglet snouts would be) ------ AHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! ok ok ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the thing and yes I know that it is obsessive. I have put my weight lose goals in front of almost everything. 9 POUNDS LOST SO FAR!!! CELEBRATION! That is one thing that has stopped my blogging, but also a lack topics. Nothing exciting has been happening lately. All I have been doing to going to the gym, going to work, taking care of Marty, occasionally going out and ORGANIZING EVERYTHING POSSIBLE. hmm I know, how about I make a list of the kind of people I see at the gym.... So here it is! (partly true. Not everyone does these things, but I have seen it happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Types of People You May See At A Fitness Gym!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The normal person - These are the typical go to the gym to do a total normal workout and leave. Yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The old men - type 1: see 'the normal person'&lt;br /&gt;                 type 2: They go to the gym in matching workout clothes(even a headband) and try to participate in the classes. When they realize that they can't keep up they attempt to make up their very own workout. This includes the step in a circle exercise, wave your arms like some sort of confused duck and the jog on the spot with thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The rich guy - The rich guy is the one you see smiling all the time. He goes to the gym everyday cuz he has nothing better to do and he ends up just standing around grinning at everyone. He is not complete without a baseball cap on that pushes his hair out at the sides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The angry mid 40/50's lady - Ok this is the worst of all. She works out normally, but she glares at you the whole time. I'm not sure if it's because I'm young that I see this, but occasionally there is a lady who will see me and pick me to be her target for the day. She will look away when you look over at her and will look at the ground when you notice her glaring at you in the mirror. She will then find another way to make your life harder and zig zag around the gym following you so that she can get on any machine just before you get to it. I haven't found a good way to deal with this yet.. all I do is smile at them and not let them see that it bothers me. Seriously... You'd think with age would come wisdom. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The freakishly buff man/woman - alright... this is a hard one to handle because either one scares me. There is this vibe that they send out or something. ESPECIALLY THE WOMEN! They are the people who go there to do an extreme workout, don't say a word to anyone and keep a determined/mean look on their faces at all times. Sometimes you may see them doing strange contorted poses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The at home people - Pretty much these are the people who almost live at the gym. You will see them with their waterbottles that look like 4 liter milk jug (seriously!) and a sleeping bag strapped to their backs. (...Not true lol) Everytime you go there you will see them. It doesn't matter what day of the week or what time it is. You can always count on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The people who would rather be somewhere else - You can see these people hidden around the people who are actually working out. Look carefully... They will find a quiet area to stand and lean against the wall or just plant themselves on a weight machine for almost 20 mins at a time. The strange thing is that you will never see them do anything, but look around. They never break a sweat or a nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The barbie - ok.. Every single guy/girl will turn and watch these scary creatures. They wear a midriff baring sports bra and short shorts. They have the a super tiny tummy and HUGE breasts! So huge that they look like they might burst any second. I really hope that they sued the doctor who made that mistake on them... geez, if I were them I'd be afraid to workout like that. What if I got them stuck between some weights! OH GOSH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The over achiever - This could be a name for a lot of people at the gym, but ever since I have seen this one guy...Well he takes the cake. He is the guy you see doing every exercise class possible. He always is at the back of the group, but he doesn't exactly follow the instructions. Usually you will see him doing the jumps as high as humanly possible and he adds in extra super crazy kicks. Sometimes.. if you catch the right moment..( i was lucky enough) you will see one of his insane kicks rip the side of his shorts. I have been scarred for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The tanners - You rarely see these people work out, but you sometimes see them walking over to the tanning rooms. They are easy to spot since they look like a fried chicken that was left in too long. Their skin is a gross unnatural cooked color... careful if you are walking behind them not to trip on any piece of their body that might have fallen off. (sorry for the gross image lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. I think I'll leave it at that. I could think up a lot more, but they will have to wait for another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this was a post dedicated to Kortney, I will not leave with the gross tanner image. Here is something more fitted to her. TA TA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/bride_groom_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/bride_groom_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114834000198296319?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114834000198296319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114834000198296319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114834000198296319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114834000198296319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/05/post-for-kortney-its-just-tiny-bit.html' title='A Post for Kortney: it&apos;s just a tiny bit late;)'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114677611643499791</id><published>2006-05-04T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T13:55:16.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when you are bored in photography class.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/Resize-Wizard-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/Resize-Wizard-1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114677611643499791?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114677611643499791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114677611643499791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114677611643499791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114677611643499791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-happens-when-you-are-bored-in.html' title='What happens when you are bored in photography class.'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114651629201000863</id><published>2006-05-01T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:45:27.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 29th 2006 - Forever will be....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/garlic-clove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/garlic-clove.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Fabulously Wonderful GARLIC DAY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114651629201000863?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114651629201000863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114651629201000863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114651629201000863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114651629201000863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/05/april-29th-2006-forever-will-be.html' title='April 29th 2006 - Forever will be....'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114621224517617682</id><published>2006-04-27T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T02:43:02.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thursday night post.</title><content type='html'>A few things that happened in the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jack and I went to 2 concerts. MATTHEW GOOD SOLO ACOUSTIC BABY! It was absolutely amazing. Absolutely inspiring. We also saw Ladytron. Which was also inspiring in another way. Pretty much it wasn't very good. The whole way home we planned for our band(the one that has been talked about for quite some time now, but hasn't really happened..yet) I've been picking up my guitar again though. So hopefully I'll get it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I left my homework to the last second for Monday night. I had to quickly make something, so I made a super fast &lt;a href="http://students.signalflare.ca/chottie/quick%20site/"&gt;Matt Good Site&lt;/a&gt;. All the pages don't work. I actually went way over board on what I had to do for homework anyways. I'm working on making a complete site for the final project. I'm going to do a Kingdom Hearts theme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/rock_star_pimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/rock_star_pimp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ (Original post edited. The picture made sense before i had to change it)I went to see The Wild tonight. It was super cute. Afterwards we met up with Lan and Thompson(AKA Doboy) to play pool. There was many inappropriate comments about balls, poles and pretty much anything that happened to come up. Umm.. yeah, Glitter/gritty balls? Ahem, yeah it was insane. Be afraid all.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ A week or so ago my parents were bringing in the groceries and Marty stumbled upon a open bag that had a cheese and jalapeno pepper covered loaf. He stuck his head in the bag and started feasting. He didn't get very much, before my dad found him out. LOL Sooo absolutely adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I've been helping Jack make some huge changes to his bedroom. I have no idea how it's possible to fit so much into one tiny room! Weirdest things found in the piles of old stuff...Photo of Jack put into a photo of the cast of Fraser, jock strap and half a fossilized pretzel. Oh God!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/winnie-the-pooh-hunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/winnie-the-pooh-hunny.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Jack surprised me the other day after class. He bought me a Winnie the Pooh lead dispenser, a Winnie the Pooh click pencil and a stuffed pig. He gave it to me in that order too. It was pretty funny. Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ We are planning on going to Disneyland within the year. It's sad, but I've never been before. I'm probably going to faint from all the wonderful family magic. Saving money here we come. It's too bad since my hours at work are terrible right now. Anyone have any ideas about the best time of year to go is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Waiting in the lineup for the Commodore Ballroom, I always see some very interesting characters. One that I always see is a homeless guy that always asks for 35 cents. He offers to do anything for it pretty much. "Does anyone want me to climb up this tree?" People actually get him to do it! It's unbelievable. It makes me crazy angry, but anyways I saw a new homeless guy the other day while waiting to get in. This is one totally smart guy. He has a shopping cart that has his belonging on the bottom, a bucket for donations and a bag for trash. His awesome idea is to clean up the streets by sweeping up all the junk downtown. This guy is seriously doing something special here. Cleaning up the streets of Vancouver, not begging people for money, but making way more money than any of the other homeless people. Good job dude. Welcome to a new better generation of homeless people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/death_cab_for_cutie-directions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/death_cab_for_cutie-directions.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Death Cab For Cutie has to be one of my new fave bands. Their music is unbelievable awesome. They put out a DVD that they call a "visual companion" to their latest album Plans. I can hardly stand it, I love this DVD so much. They let 13 or so different film makers each choose a song and make a short film for the song. The band gave them complete freedom to do anything. It's amazing. I can't stop watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I've decided that in September I'm going to go to BCIT and Vanarts as well. I'm going to take the part time Stop Motion course at Vanarts. I'm really excited about it. I've wanted to learn for years and years. So many things to learn. So little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I've forced myself to have some time for reading again. Jack reads Dragonlance novels to me everynight on the phone, but I never get to read any novels in my own time. I'm finally going to read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I started and stopped it at least 5 times over the past how many years it's been out. After that I have to quickly read the Da Vinci Code since the movie is coming out in a few weeks. Then I'll move on to reading the latest Harry Potter book. Finally...I've also started writing for my novel again. Fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ MY STAR EARRINGS BROKE!! EMERGENCY! Sniff sniff. I ran over one with my crappy computer chair. Sigh... those were like my trademark earrings. I'm searching for some to replace them...no luck so far. Jack took the pieces home. JUST THROW THEM OUT! R.I.P Star earrings. You will be extremely missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I looked through my sticker collection the other day. That's right people...I'm 21 and I still collect stickers! I almost cried. I was in sticker heaven. It's insane how many I have. We are talking thousands of wonderful sticky goodness. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... I think that is totally enough writing for me tonight. Whew.. that was long. (hands cramping). Tomorrow I have to go to my brothers graduation from Trinity Western. Congrats bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/tron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/tron.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - New pics are being put up on my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chottie/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;. Flashy link on the side nav bar as well. I know, I know.. YouTube is still lacking videos from me. Soon .. I have lots of embarrassing footage of everyone. heh heh...In the meanwhile look at my new pics and don't @^%# with Tron. "RUNNING EXECUTABLE!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114621224517617682?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114621224517617682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114621224517617682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114621224517617682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114621224517617682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-thursday-night-post.html' title='Just a Thursday night post.'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114582715468618215</id><published>2006-04-23T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:22:24.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I borrow a cup of sugar?</title><content type='html'>A week or so ago I baked some banana chocolate loaf cake for my boyfriend. Pretty much, everything went wrong that was possible. Well, it felt that way. &lt;br /&gt;First off I had to find ripe bananas. I thought I had seen at least 5 of them in the freezer (where my mom keeps bananas for baking), but I only found one measly banana in there. Soooo I decided to use the green ones as well. I mashed up the green bananas and then realized that the other one was completely frozen. Sooo.. what else can I do, but put the banana in the microwave. It worked anyways.. it felt weird doing it though. Soo after that, I needed brown sugar. I found 3 different containers of brown sugar in the cupboard. The problem was that everyone was ROCK HARD. I tried using a fork on it... but it flew everywhere. lol I found one bag that wasn't as bad as the rest..but it still had lots of balls of completely stuck together brown sugar. Once I dealt with that... I needed normal sugar. For some strange reason the container was almost empty. I used what was in there and then attacked the coffee/tea sugar bowl. I used all the sugar in the kitchen and it still was not enough. Oh well.. lol It didn't turn out bad. It was just rough getting there. Before that day I never thought it would be possible to ever need to run to a neighbor's house for a cup of sugar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/stonerenmd.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/stonerenmd.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - on the topic of sugar... sugar cubes look small, but they are packing some serious sweetness...lol Also... have you ever felt the need to buy a 30 dollar box of 18 sugar cubes that look like these? Geez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114582715468618215?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114582715468618215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114582715468618215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114582715468618215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114582715468618215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/04/can-i-borrow-cup-of-sugar.html' title='Can I borrow a cup of sugar?'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114532490658731478</id><published>2006-04-17T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T18:48:26.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Happy Easter~</title><content type='html'>Hello all!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my Monday night class right now. I'm pretty gloomy about missing out on the family feast tonight. I actually had no clue that there was even going to be one this year. Oh well, what can you do? Now.. I have to try to figure out where I left off in my last super long post. I still had much to say..."Think. Think" Pooh bear style. Oh! That totally reminds me. Jack and I rented 'Kingdom Hearts 2' two weeks ago and we beat it a few days ago. It totally rocked. We had both never played the first one, but seriously...everyone needs to play this game. I'm thinking of using the characters for the theme of my next website. I have to make one for my class anyways...it might be cool. &lt;br /&gt;I saw Ice Age - The Meltdown on Friday night. It was completely adorable. I'm not sure if one or two is better, but it was good by my standards. Yesterday after work Jack rented Chicken Little for us. (I guess we are on a 3d animation movie streak or something) It was only an hour and 10 minutes(approx). I don't remember the last time that I saw a movie that short. Fave character by far had to be runt. The hugely fat pig. Oh my, I love him:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/scott_chickenlittle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/scott_chickenlittle2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114532490658731478?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114532490658731478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114532490658731478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114532490658731478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114532490658731478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter.html' title='~Happy Easter~'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114516976748634917</id><published>2006-04-15T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:42:47.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick one?</title><content type='html'>I've been doing loads of scanning tonight. This is from a pic that was for my last project that wasn't used. I changed it 5 times with photoshop. Just some super quick changes.. tell me which one you like the best. I like number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/real.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/test01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/test01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/test02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/test02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo #3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/test03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/test03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo #4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/test04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/test04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo #5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/test05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/test05.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114516976748634917?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114516976748634917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114516976748634917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114516976748634917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114516976748634917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/04/pick-one.html' title='Pick one?'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114482600705716801</id><published>2006-04-11T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:13:27.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had words</title><content type='html'>Now, where to start? I have no clue whatsoever, so I'll just babble. If this makes no sense, I apologize. A whole month has past since my last real post. Geez time flies when you are &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; having fun. Everything seemed to hit me all at one time. Photography has come to an end. My final project was hilarious. I had to take pictures of a totally mundane object and make it interesting. A huge thankyou goes out to my boyfriend, Jack for helping me with that project. I probably would have broken down from all the stress I was dealing with if you hadn't been there for me. So thanks again.:) I have to scan the photos, but I'll have them up really soon. I promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I got to go to a super cool darkroom on our last day of class. We both had no idea that the chemicals would make us so crazy. I will always remember feeling so terrible, in a tiny pitch black room, totally not knowing what we were doing, but laughing our heads off at the situation. All the other rooms had safelights (red lights), but for some reason the one that we got didn't. The photos that we made didn't turn out very well at all, but it was an awesome experience. I totally recommend that everyone tries it before traditional darkrooms are completely inexistant. Here is the link to the darkroom that I went to if anyone is interested. &lt;a href="http://www.pacificlightimpressions.com/"&gt;Pacific Light Impressions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone searching for a new fad diet, I suggest the    have-tons-of-games-programming-homework-diet. I totally loved my games programming class, but the homework assignments drove me completely nuts!!! I just really don't enjoy having no free time at all. Ugh. There was quite some time that I was just getting up and going straight to working on my projects. A million hours of that later and it's time for sleep. Get up, repeat. I'm so glad that I made it through and was able to get everything done. It's funny, because in the last 3 days I learned sooo much. I guess sometimes it pays to dedicate  a few complete whole days sometimes. Anyways, it was cool to try it, but I have decided that it is definitely not the route for me. I think I'm still liking the graphic designer idea. I'll figure it out soon. Just a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some insane reason I took an extra job at the same time as everything else. Jack's aunt turned 50 and I had to make a DVD with a video for the occasion. Ugh, scanning tons of pictures sucks. Anyways, the video was an total success at the party. But seriously remind me never to take on more projects when I can't even finish the others ones well enough. It ended up that I cut out my working out for 2 weeks to make room. I'm pretty upset about it. Until then I hadn't missed a day. Slowly I have to work up to to again. I see a lot more treadmill in my really near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 29th (when all the madness ended) Jack and I went to see We Are Scientists at the Red Room. It turned out that I didn't have class on that day afterall. That concert totally rocked! I had a totally awesome time. One of the opening acts was a band called &lt;a href="http://www.thegrates.com/"&gt;The Grates&lt;/a&gt; and I ended up talking with the main singer in the bathroom after the concert. I still have to contact her online sometime. I went to buy tickets to Metric too late, so I won't be going to that. I will be seeing Matthew Good - April.22 and Ladytron on April.25. Exciting times are ahead:) I went to UBC for the annual Arts County Fair last Saturday. I left for it around noon, but my friends and I didn't get there until around 5pm. That kinda sucked, but the last 2 bands I heard were pretty good. Ugh, I must have seen at least 5 people throw up.... Wonderful. I suggest bringing an umbrella for protection next year people. lol Ewwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... be prepared for a sad story. The other night when I got home, I went to get ready for bed. You know, the usual take out contacts, brush teeth, etc. Thanks to my bad luck there was a HUGE spider in there. Well.. The size of a quarter, but I have problems so it was gigantic to me. Anyways, I get in there and notice it blocking the doorway out. Wonderful, just wonderful. Pretty much I'm stuck in the bathroom staring down at way too many creepy legs. AND I did just that for almost 5 minutes... holding back tears the whole time. I surveyed the room for any killing options... I came up with a towel (surprise, wow who has those in their bathrooms huh?) anyways, I threw it on top and grabbed a shaving cream container and stomped it over the whole towel. That should have killed it right? Wrong... Lift the towel.. freak out... grab lysol spray bottle and GO NUTS! I soaked almost the whole floor, but it was still alive...walking through it. I got the great idea to just keep spraying it until it's too deep for it to move through it. So by now the floor has a swimming pool of lysol on it. It finally decides to slow down. SMASH shaving cream bottle to the rescue! The spider was dead. Mission accomplished...well, sorta. I stared down at it and again I was stuck. My fear of spiders is soo bad that I can't even get a tissue and pick it up. I got a whole pile of toilet paper and covered it...then what you ask? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step 1: go to kitchen &lt;br /&gt;step 2: get 2 spaculas&lt;br /&gt;step 3: using spaculas lift up spider in toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;step 4: dump it in toilet&lt;br /&gt;step 5: Say goodbye and flush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 15 minutes to kill and dispose of the spider. Someone please help me... :S and stop that snickering!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll end this post here.. It's getting too long. Onward to the next post!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/TA34668Lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/TA34668Lrg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114482600705716801?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114482600705716801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114482600705716801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114482600705716801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114482600705716801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-wish-i-had-words.html' title='I wish I had words'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114472545573792515</id><published>2006-04-10T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:17:35.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog from class</title><content type='html'>The time has come to finally post. No matter what I will have my blog updated completely tomorrow sometime. Just ready to read LOTS folks. That's right... I mean You! Since I'll go into all the old details later, I'll go on to new 'on the scene' news right now. Lucky you! lol&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my new class right now. Comp 1850 at Bcit - web development and design. I was signed up for two classes before, but they both were cancelled because not enough people signed up for them. :( It totally sucks! I was going to have a audio engineering class where I would have learned mixer board, mic setup and pretty much how to record a band. The other class was TV Broadcasting and Video Production. So at the last minute I had to sign up for this web design class. I looked through every course to find another one to take, but everything that I wanted to take was also cancelled. I had everything worked out before too. :( I'll just have to take them next semester or whenever they aren't cancelled. Wonderful. Anyways, this class is looking better than I had first thought. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to learn very much, but I think it will be fun anyways. I can't wait to do the final assignment. I'm thinking that I'll start it right away and finish it WAY before it has to be done. :) I better get going now. REMEMBER HUGE UPDATES TO COME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114472545573792515?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114472545573792515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114472545573792515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114472545573792515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114472545573792515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-from-class.html' title='Blog from class'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114298208571318959</id><published>2006-03-21T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T15:01:25.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no time to write, but i'll leave you with this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/large-msg-114107683758-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/400/large-msg-114107683758-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114298208571318959?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114298208571318959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114298208571318959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114298208571318959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114298208571318959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-no-time-to-write-but-ill-leave.html' title='I have no time to write, but i&apos;ll leave you with this.'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114189958279972228</id><published>2006-03-09T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T02:21:07.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No. Look at what I dug up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right folks, that is me when I was little. Seriously... What is with the dress? Oh, how horrid. We probably all have a infinite supply of photos of our childhood that we aren't very fond of. This one isn't that bad, when I compare it to the worst ones. BUT WHAT IS WITH THE CRAZY BOW ON THE TOP OF MY HEAD! No way I enjoyed that bow:S... No way....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114189958279972228?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114189958279972228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114189958279972228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114189958279972228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114189958279972228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-no-look-at-what-i-dug-up.html' title='Oh No. Look at what I dug up.'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114189759341126968</id><published>2006-03-09T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T01:46:33.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYONE MUST DO MY QUIZ!!!!! Yes! That means you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=060309044416-999948&amp;  "&gt;My Fabulous Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114189759341126968?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114189759341126968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114189759341126968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114189759341126968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114189759341126968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/03/everyone-must-do-my-quiz-yes-that.html' title='EVERYONE MUST DO MY QUIZ!!!!! Yes! That means you!'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114185120865613731</id><published>2006-03-08T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:53:28.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes that Marty should have.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/182859_hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/182859_hi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/156184_hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/156184_hi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/124858_hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/124858_hi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/576462_hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/576462_hi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114185120865613731?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114185120865613731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114185120865613731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114185120865613731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114185120865613731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/03/clothes-that-marty-should-have.html' title='Clothes that Marty should have.'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114180637393822473</id><published>2006-03-07T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:31:34.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I love that bee!!!"</title><content type='html'>Wow, I am actually setting aside some time to blog. Crazyness. Today was a pretty normal day. Started work at noon and worked for 7 hours and 45 mins. I always have weird shift times lol. OMG I just realized something awful. I got off work at 7:30pm and it's 11:00 ... I'm still wearing my work clothes. Ugh. Anyways, back to my day. I actually watched an hour of tv tonight. I really don't have time to do things like that right now, but American Idol.... It was the first ep I have seen so far. Awesome show. I even played guitar for a bit tonight and went online for a bit. So pretty much.. I pushed away the homework tonight. I really shouldn't have. Sigh.. I'm so stressed. lots of stuff to think about/do lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to sooo many concerts in the next few months. Obviously I bought tickets to the Matt Good show in April. It will be like my 10th time seeing him or something. A little obsessed.. Yes I know, but Matt Good Concerts are the best ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other concerts that I'm planning on going to possibly -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Most Serene Republic&lt;br /&gt;Ladytron&lt;br /&gt;Metric&lt;br /&gt;We are Scientists&lt;/span&gt;(school at the same time though :(.. I'm so sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/B000BCHJ2E.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/B000BCHJ2E.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the workout addiction thing - I'm getting treadmill obsessed. I absolutely love it. Years ago I was totally into long distance running, but then I totally hurt my knee...Anyways, I couldn't do very much running for quite some time now. I have realized that with treadmills it doesn't seem to bother me. I think it's cuz I don't have to do any turning. I'm soooo happy about it! Anyways I'm in the middle of week 3 of working out 3-4 times a week. Totally loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month I downloaded soooo much it's insane. I downloaded around 150 full cds and other various stuff. I can never run out of music.... It's just not possible.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and I rented some more movies the other day. We watched The Ice Harvest and Grizzly Man. Ice Harvest was very lacking to me since TOO MANY BAD THINGS HAPPENED, but it was alright. Grizzly Man was awesome. That was a super interesting movie. Intensely sad, but touching. A few movies that I plan on seeing sometime in the future - Jarhead, Walk the Line, Pride &amp; Prejudice, Rent, Junebug, the Aristocrats, Hotel Rwanda, Girl with the Pearl Earring and March of the Penguins. I bet there is a lot more that I want to see..but this is all that I can think of at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my photography class, one of our homework assignments was to write about a photographer. I chose Chris Rainier. He is an amazing photographer.. just amazing. His work inspires me in such a way that I have trouble describing it. Here is a totally awesome quote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;With my photographs, I hope to show the past in the present and become part of the process of preserving life for the future. As our television sets carry us boldly about the world, and as the chainsaws fell the last trees that hide the lost peoples, we lose an essential mystery, and with it, the wisdom which may lie there. If we would be citizens of that world, then we must do all we can to ensure the survival of that world. As only one form of life on Earth, we must keep our humility and finally honor life itself. Once the fragile umbilical cord to our primeval past has been severed, we will find ourselves truly alone, without purpose, adrift in a vast space with nowhere to go.; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completely amazing... here are a few photos of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/5b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/5b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/CR_034_LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/CR_034_LG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/CR_074_LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/CR_074_LG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/2b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/8b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/8b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty has probably done like a thousand cute things in the past week, but I i had to pick one to sum up the week... He was absolutely adorable the other day when he fell asleep on my lap. Marty snoring is one of the best sounds in the world:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really should get going. Sorry this blog is humongous, but i have to say enough for a few since i don't have much time to blog lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all,&lt;br /&gt;Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114180637393822473?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114180637393822473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114180637393822473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114180637393822473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114180637393822473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-that-bee.html' title='&quot;I love that bee!!!&quot;'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114133456677541506</id><published>2006-03-02T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T13:22:46.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE!!! You have been warned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/hucks-nose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/hucks-nose.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/106365835_04f4ac3965_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/106365835_04f4ac3965_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/m_schlock_livejournal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/m_schlock_livejournal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/97631273_de5c608acc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/97631273_de5c608acc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/Dogs_p01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/Dogs_p01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114133456677541506?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114133456677541506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114133456677541506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114133456677541506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114133456677541506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/03/beware-you-have-been-warned.html' title='BEWARE!!! You have been warned'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114126244239453725</id><published>2006-03-01T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T17:20:42.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight to business</title><content type='html'>Alright. I totally think that it is about time that I do a real post. Over the past few week I haven't set aside much time to do anything. For this I have to apologize to a few people, since I haven't been online at all. I'm trying my hardest to make some long needed changes in my life at the moment. For most of my life (or maybe it just seems like it) I have been a depressed, pessimistic person. Only the super close people in my life knew these things though. I have come to a newfound understanding of many things over the past few weeks and I plan on keeping them. It's about time that I started believing in and caring about myself more now. My main goal now is to make sure I'm doing things that make myself happy. I can be much more than I was letting myself be before. Hopefully, soon I will have grasp it completely. This is super important to me and I feel like I should have done this years and years ago. Anyways.. enough of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go far back and post about things that I should have long ago. First off, I turned 21 on January A few of my friends and I went for dinner at BP and then spent most of the night at the Foggy Dew. It was a really good night. For my birthday I got a totally awesome guitar. It's a Takamine G Series EG531SSC Acoustic/Electric. I absolutely love it. As soon as I find some time I have to start practicing again. In a month or so I'll try to record a cds worth of songs with it and my mixerboard. Music clips will be put up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saturday after my birthday night out, Jack threw a Black party at his house. It was a party where you had to at least wear one article of clothing that was black. He provided awesome food and drinks. We got to play the new game I bought as well (Things: Humor in a box). All in all it was a fun night. (shakes head at Kyle - Murray the dog?!?!? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm I can't think of much more that stands out that I did. Everyweek I work Monday, Tuesday, and Sunday... go to school on Wednesday nights and Saturday mornings... Work out 3-4 times a week...do homework for both classes...and have one night(Saturday) to go out if I want to. I have seen quite a few movies in the past while, since I've been so exhausted and I haven't felt like doing too much lately. I went to see the Pink Panther and Eight Below in theaters. Eight Below was awesome. Of course I absolutely loved it (Dog obsessed person). The Pink Panther was a little disappointing, but it still had a few super funny parts. Jack and I watched 5 movies at home... Kicking and Screaming, Elizabethtown, Thumbsucker, Saw 2 and my friend lent me Ghost World. What was my fave out of those you ask? Elizabethtown was so inspiring. I totally recommend. That movie actually made such a mark on me that it helped me start my new life changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave this post at that. Reminder to myself- next post talk about my new workout addiction, concerts, downloading crazyness, school projects(ex.photography - Chris Rainier) and something cute that Marty did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone enjoy there Wednesday night.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/98068487_c59e71d7ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/98068487_c59e71d7ae.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114126244239453725?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114126244239453725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114126244239453725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114126244239453725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114126244239453725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/03/straight-to-business.html' title='Straight to business'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114090517644670657</id><published>2006-02-25T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T14:06:45.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The creepyness that is me. lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/cHOTTIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/cHOTTIE.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114090517644670657?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114090517644670657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114090517644670657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114090517644670657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114090517644670657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/02/creepyness-that-is-me-lol.html' title='The creepyness that is me. lol'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114089233612687123</id><published>2006-02-25T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T10:36:14.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Mr.Bus driver:)</title><content type='html'>Well... It's Saturday yet again. It's pretty sad that I only seem to find time to blog in my games programming class. We are learning about particles and transparency stuff today. I've been working on an assignment for next week. I'm hoping that mine will be the cutest in the class. Mostly it will be, since I am the only girl in the class. I'm doing a pet theme. I also have a photography project due on Wednesday to show 5 different ways of lighting. I'm going to do that today, so hopefully my film exposes correctly. (fingers crossed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you are wondering about Canadian Idol... Well It ended up that I couldn't get the Sunday booked off. Today would be the only other time to go. My heart just isn't into it. I know I always say that there is next year, but maybe I will actually go next year. lol Anyways... I did practice a bit this week for it, cuz I was considering it. I couldn't completely decide on the songs that I was going to do. You have to be able to sing at least 2 songs acapella. I know so many songs that I would have wanted to do... choosing is always the hard part. One of them would have been (don't laugh) Hanson - A Song To Sing. It has to be one of my absolute favorites. One of the other songs that I was thinking of was Alanis Morisette - Your House. These are both songs that I feel strongly about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to know about about the bus driver title? Well, every Saturday I take skytrain and a bus to get to BCIT. I get the same bus driver everytime and he is hilarious. I wanted to mention him, because most of the time bus drivers seem mean and cranky. This guy has to be one of the friendliest bus drivers ever. He opens the door and yells out 'Good morning!' to almost everyone. Thank you Mr.Bus Driver man. You rock dude! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. that is all for now. Until next time. Have fun and HUG A PUG! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/1600/hug_a_pug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/hug_a_pug.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114089233612687123?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114089233612687123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114089233612687123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114089233612687123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114089233612687123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/02/thank-you-mrbus-driver.html' title='Thank you Mr.Bus driver:)'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114029200098635106</id><published>2006-02-18T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T11:46:40.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY!!!</title><content type='html'>So pretty much i have to go home and relearn Lightwave modeling. The teacher is going over modeling in some low budget modeling program. So yeah... I would rather not use it if i can help it. Meh... I've been meaning to take a trip down memory lane and visit Mr.Palmer (old computer graphics/3d modeling teacher). Note to Joe - We have to go soon! we keep saying it, but we never do it. He's going to forget us if we don't go back soon. His memory might not be as good as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to business... I'm kinda freaking out about the Canadian Idol audition. Especially since i've been sick this whole week. sigh.. I have to go to school on saturday and then go straight downtown for that if i'm going to. I think that i'm going to just chicken out yet again and not go. i know i know... but still. I'm afraid and i've had no time to practice at all. we will see.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay class is over in around 17 mins. lol i'm being such a slacker right now. But hey! i found some time to actually post. (evil snicker) Yawn. i guess i should go....&lt;br /&gt;More later hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114029200098635106?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114029200098635106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114029200098635106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114029200098635106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114029200098635106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-my.html' title='OH MY!!!'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114028914838957139</id><published>2006-02-18T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T10:59:25.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY SATURDAY EVERYONE!</title><content type='html'>So today so far has been a cold one. I'm in my games programming class at BCIT right now and they seem to think it's summer in here or something. Anyways class has been a easy one at least. Mostly showing all of our old homework files and so on. Well the break is going to be over pretty soon.. so i'll just leave you with my newest additions to Google Video. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7784409610221558170"&gt;HOME DEPOT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1577913673345035503"&gt;JACK ON FIRE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... hmm i might have a few extra mins... so i'll just ramble about nothingness. Tonight will be a nice night. Laying around watching movies and ordering Swiss Chalet. I'm EXCITED! What movies you ask? I have no clue, but i've been meaning to see The Girl With The Pearl Earring. gotta jet. the teacher is back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114028914838957139?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114028914838957139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114028914838957139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114028914838957139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114028914838957139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-saturday-everyone.html' title='HAPPY SATURDAY EVERYONE!'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114007421657268153</id><published>2006-02-15T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:24:43.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marty and the cupcake. It had no chance!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2952606023046066067"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~SO CUTE~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114007421657268153?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114007421657268153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114007421657268153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114007421657268153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114007421657268153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/02/marty-and-cupcake-it-had-no-chance.html' title='Marty and the cupcake. It had no chance!!!'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-114004470051428465</id><published>2006-02-15T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T15:05:00.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback" rel="tag"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-114004470051428465?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/114004470051428465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=114004470051428465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114004470051428465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/114004470051428465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/02/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have.html' title=''/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-113999638196096885</id><published>2006-02-15T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T01:42:03.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick picture while I am waiting to go to sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chottie/100006203/"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chottie/100006203"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3286/386/320/building-in-victoria.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-113999638196096885?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113999638196096885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=113999638196096885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/113999638196096885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/113999638196096885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/02/quick-picture-while-i-am-waiting-to-go.html' title='A quick picture while I am waiting to go to sleep...'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798119.post-113999466220949793</id><published>2006-02-15T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T01:13:12.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HORROR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4822497103687726935"&gt;MARTY: THE MONSTER UNDER MY BED&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798119-113999466220949793?l=chottie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/feeds/113999466220949793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6798119&amp;postID=113999466220949793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/113999466220949793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798119/posts/default/113999466220949793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chottie.blogspot.com/2006/02/horror.html' title='THE HORROR!!!'/><author><name>chottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00272130193129602215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4qe3M_IDuJk/SBF19Na4NaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_CEypsuIPtY/S220/Resize-Wizard-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
