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(not. haha.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i put more pictures up on my walls today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;added some to my desk and frames too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'm so productive, right? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;my walls still have a lot of room left to fill but i only have a month left of school so i'm not too worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i need to get a print for my g.k. chesterton quote - the five photos and one notecard that says "thing," haha. that's not permanent - that notecard will be a photo like the others as soon as i get my snapfish shipment in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ignore the fact that my bed is a disaster, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9iXAAFdw7GY/TZf9MBfM4NI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-8vFy8nV56A/s1600/IMG_7877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9iXAAFdw7GY/TZf9MBfM4NI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-8vFy8nV56A/s320/IMG_7877.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1r46NDtVoo/TZf9OeEPsKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kjPtB--Oa5g/s1600/IMG_7878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O1r46NDtVoo/TZf9OeEPsKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kjPtB--Oa5g/s320/IMG_7878.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSQWPAMn1sU/TZf9RwC3F0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4pqAu6EFB-w/s1600/IMG_7879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSQWPAMn1sU/TZf9RwC3F0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4pqAu6EFB-w/s320/IMG_7879.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-2189119798662396452?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2189119798662396452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=2189119798662396452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2189119798662396452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2189119798662396452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-get-shit-done-not-haha.html' title='i get shit done. (not. haha.)'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9iXAAFdw7GY/TZf9MBfM4NI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-8vFy8nV56A/s72-c/IMG_7877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-5790191419447931308</id><published>2011-03-28T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:16:29.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wah.</title><content type='html'>i am done with this whole mood swing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being emo, which keeps happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;recently, my breakfast has consisted of an apple and some almond butter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1018961195"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-s-S9OLyksgM/TWqkeZCXNBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/s9FYIXtxnv4/s320/IMG_7729.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1018961196"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Cb4RpgjVKaU/TWqkfWyXyZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MXjTY3PVnyc/s1600/IMG_7730.JPG" 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left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's not the prettiest snack in the world, but it's sooo tasty. i could live off of it, for sure. at least until i run out of apples (i only have one left)...&lt;span id="goog_1018961190"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1018961191"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/mmm.html' title='mmm.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-s-S9OLyksgM/TWqkeZCXNBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/s9FYIXtxnv4/s72-c/IMG_7729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-1025873919879755130</id><published>2011-02-19T19:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T19:11:07.876-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polaroid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>polaroids.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i hope that by the time i have kids, polaroid film won't be so expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i want to be able to give my kids an old polaroid camera with a 10 pack of prints and see what happens, even if they're the shittiest pictures ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i can't decide whether this came from me reminiscing about my shitty old film camera from when i was little or from my desperation that my kids won't experience any of the same tangible gorgeous things from the pre-digital era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4718355125_793404cea6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" 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alt="village." height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5140/5455952226_9b09290f46.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ainsleem/5455340039/" title="five star. by ainsleemac, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="five star." height="333" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5132/5455340039_6d33ff870d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ainsleem"&gt;my flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-1228921360555917326?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1228921360555917326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-3159018983750623043</id><published>2011-01-06T15:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T15:01:22.502-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>technology.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://finance.yahoo.com/family-home/article/111745/things-babies-born-in-2011-will-never-know?mod=family-kids_parents"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://finance.yahoo.com/family-home/article/111745/things-babies-born-in-2011-will-never-know?mod=family-kids_parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This might honestly be one of the saddest things I've read this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have recently decided that as technology evolves, we devolve. I love the internet and digital cameras and my iPad, but I miss libraries and film and reading. I am going to miss book stores and magazines and video tapes and CDs. The technology just can't replace those in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My kids are going to miss out on so much. Sad. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-3159018983750623043?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3159018983750623043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=3159018983750623043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/3159018983750623043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/3159018983750623043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/technology.html' title='technology.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-1489170720667212317</id><published>2010-12-18T02:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T02:07:41.906-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>winter break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;so i have officially finished my first semester as a college student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's funny, really, because i was&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;worried about starting school. terrified, even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;and i mean, it hasn't been as scary as i thought it would be. i had a good first few months - hiking, joking around, taking ridiculous pictures, going to parties. but when i realized that the friends i thought i had were really... not people i wanted to be hanging out with, things went downhill. actually, i was unhappy even before that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;once i removed them from my life, i was significantly happier, although a tiny bit lonelier. i have moved from having an admittedly small group of friends to one friend. i mean, i hang out with her friends too, and i'm friendly with kids around, but it's weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;the academics have been both easier and harder than i imagined. i didn't realize they graded so easily, but i also didn't realize that "weather and atmosphere" was going to be so difficult to understand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;it hasn't been bad, per se, but it has been interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;i feel like i've learned a lot about my self from the social experiences i've had so far - i feel like once i'm friends with someone, i have to continue to be friends with them; i am sometimes uncomfortable around people i don't know because i'm used to knowing&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt;, etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;anyway, i'm really looking forward to next semester, when i get to meet new people, make new friends, take new classes, meet my new roommate. it should be interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;in the meantime.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5248/5270763248_b739693747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5248/5270763248_b739693747.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5167/5270761998_11a8116845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5167/5270761998_11a8116845.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5246/5270761278_d0b539af66.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5246/5270761278_d0b539af66.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-1489170720667212317?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1489170720667212317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=1489170720667212317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/1489170720667212317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/1489170720667212317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/winter-break.html' title='winter break.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5248/5270763248_b739693747_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-591412421980552283</id><published>2010-05-25T11:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:11:17.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: url(http://www.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 12px; margin-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;my life is being run by flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i am beginning to decide to go places because i think it will be fun to take pictures there. whaaaat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;it's been five days since i've updated my flickr photostream and now i am dying to take more pictures. i don't know what's wrong with me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-591412421980552283?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/591412421980552283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=591412421980552283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/591412421980552283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/591412421980552283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/hmmm.html' title='hmmm.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-8881587584560691502</id><published>2010-04-28T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:53:54.449-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><title type='text'>procrastination.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;there are so many things i'd rather do than read my government chapters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i could take pictures or read blogs or watch house and parenthood on hulu or look at the most recent uploads on flickr or pretend i'm doing homework or play path pix pro on my ipod touch or shower or finish addressing my graduation announcements or wash my face or summarize science articles or read a magazine that i don't even like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but i really should just read for government...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-8881587584560691502?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8881587584560691502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=8881587584560691502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8881587584560691502'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;bahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-3675413131331570289?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3675413131331570289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=3675413131331570289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/3675413131331570289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/3675413131331570289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/flickr.html' title='flickr.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-5498890879382218184</id><published>2010-04-13T21:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:07:12.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ainsleem/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ainsleem/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ainsleem/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ainsleem/"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S8Uitgx4eVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hopJvyTbgwI/s400/IMG_1397.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-5498890879382218184?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5498890879382218184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=5498890879382218184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5498890879382218184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5498890879382218184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='heart.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S8Uitgx4eVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hopJvyTbgwI/s72-c/IMG_1397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-850998848673481997</id><published>2010-04-04T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:54:19.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sundays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;after a few mini-meltdowns about college and graduation and what the hell i'm ever going to do with a journalism degree (all courtesy of the interrogation by family friends this weekend), i think i'm going to be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i have the next four years to worry about what i'm going to do with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and i have the next ... 53 days to worry about passing calculus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-850998848673481997?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/850998848673481997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=850998848673481997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/850998848673481997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/850998848673481997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/sundays.html' title='sundays.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-9116404076989839946</id><published>2010-04-04T23:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:15:14.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>umm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i have a text message that i should probably read, but my phone is charging seven feet away and checking that text requires me to get out of bed, move my computer, take my earbuds out, and actually WALK over to my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;... so i got up and checked and it's a facebook update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;REALLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;REALLY!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-9116404076989839946?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9116404076989839946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=9116404076989839946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/9116404076989839946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/9116404076989839946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/umm.html' title='umm.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-5998756806811035015</id><published>2010-03-30T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:36:49.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meal plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='major'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sororities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><title type='text'>college.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;now that i know where i'm going to college, all i ever hear about is what i need to do now to prepare for next fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sororitiesfootballticketshousingmealplansmajorsparentsweekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i'm not even done with high school yet, and college is already freaking me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it seems like the closer it gets to graduation, the less excited i am for college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;college is scary, obviously, but i'm been perceiving it as this huge change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;when maybe all it really is is a different version of high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-5998756806811035015?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5998756806811035015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=5998756806811035015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5998756806811035015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5998756806811035015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/college.html' title='college.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-6578633025365039662</id><published>2010-02-10T21:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:39:20.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today, my math teacher told me that he hadn't realized how unhappy I was until he saw me taking yearbook pictures at the pep rally. Because I was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yearbook is stressful, but it genuinely makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Math does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-6578633025365039662?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6578633025365039662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=6578633025365039662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6578633025365039662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6578633025365039662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-my-math-teacher-told-me-that-he.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-6339300791528222139</id><published>2010-01-27T18:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:39:08.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>google translate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;I suddenly just got incredibly excited to go see Motion City Soundtrack in February. I've been meaning to make a mix CD of their songs for a while, but kept forgetting, until I finally had a lot of work to do, which meant that I would be procrastinating, which meant new mix CDs and lots of Desperate Housewives episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I now have three brand new still slightly warm mix CDs waiting to be thrown in my car. And I haven't studied for either of my tests yet. Unless you count Quia, which I kind of do, since it makes me use Spanish. Even if I do usually cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I like that Juan translates to John in Google Translate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-6339300791528222139?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6339300791528222139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=6339300791528222139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6339300791528222139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6339300791528222139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/google-translate.html' title='google translate'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-7791493507972382521</id><published>2010-01-16T21:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:06:16.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is going to sound stupid, because it is, but sometimes, looking back on the friends I've made in D.C. or China, I feel like the annoying one that everyone always tries to get rid of, but can't. I mean, I don't know if it was actually like that, because I've always felt close to the people I've met, but sometimes when I'm looking at Facebook and all, I'm like "do these people ever want to talk to me again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bah, it's so lame. I think I'm just being insecure, especially since I do still talk to some of them. But still. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sometimes it's so much more awkward over Facebook or texting or whatever than it is in person, and maybe that's why I feel like that, but I don't know. Bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I miss people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-7791493507972382521?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7791493507972382521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=7791493507972382521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7791493507972382521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7791493507972382521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/mmm.html' title='mmm.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-7641325462288913193</id><published>2010-01-03T22:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:20:42.730-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So in 145 days, I'll be a high school graduate. (Finally!) I am incredibly excited to be done with high school forever. I like the people, but I'm more than happy to leave everything else behind. I've been at this school for fifteen years, which is practically an eternity, as I'm only seventeen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To be honest, I'm horrified just as much as I'm excited. Leaving the only school I've ever known will be almost as weird as leaving home. Graduating means that I'll be heading off to college next year, living on my own, hundreds of miles (at least) from my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2010, a year I've vowed to make fantastic, means a new school, new friends, a new city. It's scary in an exciting way, and I obviously have eight months to get over that fear, but it still scares me a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I thought about blogging everyday in 2010, but the odds of that &lt;i&gt;actually &lt;/i&gt;happening are very slim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Maybe once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just feel like I'm not living in the moment at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;How cheesy does that sound?&lt;br /&gt;But I really do want to experience this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-7641325462288913193?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7641325462288913193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=7641325462288913193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7641325462288913193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7641325462288913193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-2490527476772831169</id><published>2009-10-07T22:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:47:35.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>research papers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm sitting on my bed in the dark, drinking tea, working on my research paper on Anne Tyler, and having a conversation on Facebook with one of my friends and two freshmen. My tea's getting kind of cold and is slightly too sweet, but it's still good, and I'm starting to get kind of sleepy. I'm in the zone for working on my paper though which is probably why I'm actually DOING it instead of slacking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-2490527476772831169?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2490527476772831169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=2490527476772831169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2490527476772831169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2490527476772831169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/research-papers.html' title='research papers.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-5796234835922632531</id><published>2009-10-02T17:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:12:23.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcdonalds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disasters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>lunch fiascos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;Today started off pretty badly. I still don't understand calculus, despite somehow making a 93 on our latest test (with a 15 point curve). My English test was terrible - I only knew two of the questions out of twelve that we had to choose five from. I made up stuff so maybe I'll get partial credit, but I'm 99.99% sure I got an F on that test. Spanish was just boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;I wasn't entirely excited about the day in general at this point, but everyone else was excited to go to Subway for off campus lunch. I didn't really want Subway anymore, but figured it'd all be okay. Nadia and I got our lunch passes 40 minutes early and essentially rushed everyone into getting to the car as fast as possible - this probably saved our asses, too. We (literally) all ran down to the parking lot and had a mild crisis over who was riding with whom before zipping out of the parking lot and speeding to the street it was on. Most of us - the ones who didn't know where Subway was - were expecting it to be pretty close, because we'd had a discussion about how far away the two nearest Subways were and which we were going to. It took fifteen minutes of driving down a parkway just to get there. With our 45 minute lunch break, we couldn't really afford to spend thirty minutes driving back and forth. Irritated, we pull into Subway, jump out, and practically run into the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;And there's a line. A huge line of at least twelve people, one of which is running back and forth from the counter to the parking lot to ask his girlfriend what kind of cheese she wants on her sub. After waiting in line for all of four seconds, we all decide to go tell Katie - who drove herself - that we have to go somewhere else. Nadia and I seriously consider running into the sketchy pub next door before everyone else freaks out and we realize that it's closed. Someone makes decides that we're going to the McDonalds a block away so we jump back in the car to head through the drive thru. After I almost get in a car wreck by making a probably illegal turn, we zip into the drive thru after Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;This is where it gets complicated. We've avoided drive thrus because there are so many of us and we're all paying separately. But we don't really have a choice today - we simply don't have a lot of time. Katie takes about five seconds to get her order through, and I'm frantically trying to get everyone's order while Nadia's frantically trying to collect money. The recording about iced lattes plays and I say, "No, thank you," despite knowing that the person ready to take my order hasn't asked me anything yet. Suddenly, Vedanti realizes that she can't really eat anything because she's a vegetarian, and McDonalds is like meat and bread, no matter what you order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;"Um, can I get 4 chicken nugget mighty kids meals?" I ask the guy on the other end once he welcomes us to McDonalds and all that jazz, while the back seat discusses Vedanti's food order. Things are going smoothly so far, so I feel slightly more confident. M.E. and Whitney demand sweet and sour sauce so I ask for some - twice. We're trying to rush so I quickly ask the car what drinks they want as we neglected to discuss that part. After determining that Nadia and I want Dr. Pepper, Whitney wants Sprite, and M.E. wants apple juice, we order those without any issues. Then I venture onto the vegetarian burger, which we've decided Vedanti is getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;Unsure if the order will translate well, I ask, "Can I also get a cheeseburger mighty kids meal without the meat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;The guy taking our order punches in a regular hamburger. "Is that all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;"No, we need a CHEESEburger without the meat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;I've confused him now and I go about trying to explain it without confusing him further. After about two minutes of rewording the order and unintentionally raising my voice as I get more frantic about how much time we have left, my phone starts ringing. I throw it in the backseat, asking someone to answer it and talk to her. M.E. answers it, and I go back to negotiating with the guy. After a few more seconds, Nadia yells, "We need a cheeseburger, hold the meat, everything else on it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;He FINALLY gets the picture and punches in "1 CHEESEBURGER - NO RG MEAT," and we all sigh with relief. We realize we haven't gotten Vedanti a drink yet, and irritated with how long this has taken, I yell, "We need one more small sprite too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;For some reason, that translates as a Coke. We argue about this for a while before Nadia yells, "SPRITE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;He's gotten everything and reads everything off as we're sitting there waiting. We're all getting pretty impatient, and Katie's parked to wait for us to get through, probably wondering what the HELL is going on. He's getting to the part where he tells us how much it'll cost, but there are people behind me and I'm annoyed, so I just say loudly, "Okay, thanks, we're pulling up to the window now, bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;We pay, but he gives us a dollar back because in all the commotion, we've apparently given him too much money. That or he just doesn't want to have to give us 3 cent change and just takes the 97 cents off the charge. I apologize to him over the loud car, and he smiles like he's laughing at us and says that it's okay, but I'm sure he hates his job more than he already did now. We pull up to the second window to get our food and - THANK GOD - the meals are ready just as we get there. I throw the four kids meals into Nadia's lap and the sack with the burger in it back to Vedanti; the guy working there hands me the drinks in a drink holder thing and I am so eternally grateful for how efficient and ready he was. He closes the window and ready to drive off, I ask everyone if we got everything before realizing we only have four drinks for five people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;"My apple juice!" M.E. exclaims loudly, just as he opens the window again to hand a juice box out. I literally chuck it in the backseat, thank him quickly, and speed away as Katie's backing out of her parking spot. Everything seems to be going good after all. Then M.E. realizes that there isn't any sweet and sour sauce and Vedanti realizes they put meat on their burger after we yelled at the guy for at least five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;At this point, M.E. eats Vedanti's meat patty and Nadia feeds me french fries and holds my drink for me while I speed back to school with just about 20 minutes to spare. We got back to class on time and with cute cheap stuffed toys to show for our adventure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-5796234835922632531?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5796234835922632531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=5796234835922632531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5796234835922632531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5796234835922632531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/lunch-fiascos.html' title='lunch fiascos.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-3520907927070603517</id><published>2009-09-18T16:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:48:53.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Liking a Miley Cyrus song is slightly demeaning, even though I don't really care what people think about what I listen to usually. She's the one artist that I'm embarrassed of, and I only like ONE song by her. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not meant to go to sports games.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-3520907927070603517?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3520907927070603517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=3520907927070603517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/3520907927070603517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/3520907927070603517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-3647030277612229581</id><published>2009-09-13T11:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:23:24.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really really really don't want to do my homework. Namely English.&lt;br /&gt;Which is kind of odd because it's usually math I really don't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm having trouble finding sources for Anne Tyler's Dinner at a Homesick Restaurant and Breathing Lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's officially been 2 hours and I have indeed finished my English. Whoo! Now I just have my math homework, which I've already completed half of.&lt;br /&gt;However, I think I may go eat some salty M&amp;amp;Ms and popcorn kernels or an Oreo funstix before starting in on that. Also, I would like to finish that episode of Psych that I forgot to finish forever ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been relatively stress freeeeee. I even finished my photo assignment already, at like 10. Which was like within thirty minutes of when I woke up. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far it's been a pretty good Sunday, despite not feeling all that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-3647030277612229581?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3647030277612229581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=3647030277612229581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/3647030277612229581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/3647030277612229581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday.html' title='sunday.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-2755109500651330755</id><published>2009-09-07T19:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:22:43.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Realizing that I get absolutely nothing out of my classes is a little sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;12 years at school, and I've learned mundane things but absolutely nothing worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-2755109500651330755?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2755109500651330755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=2755109500651330755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2755109500651330755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2755109500651330755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/realizing-that-i-get-absolutely-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-8277445106542578261</id><published>2009-09-04T19:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:03:05.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why isn't it sunday yet? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I just prepped four books to release "into the wild" for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.bookcrossing.com"&gt;BookCrossing.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, which I'm really quite excited about. It's really not a big deal at ALL, but I was really amused by the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, that's all I had to say.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-8277445106542578261?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8277445106542578261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=8277445106542578261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8277445106542578261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8277445106542578261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-isnt-it-sunday-yet.html' title='why isn&apos;t it sunday yet? :)'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-387067521585763626</id><published>2009-09-02T19:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:01:58.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>do you remember when?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As weird as it sounds, I really miss China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was only there for two weeks, but I really miss the people I met and the places I saw and just the overall atmosphere of the trip. I think this is a result of a) sharing horror airport stories (14 hour flight followed by a lonely 11 hour layover during which I cried three times in public), b) reading my wall-to-wall conversation with one of my best friends from the trip who I really miss, and c) watching &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RS5pX2v6s78"&gt;the video I made upon returning home&lt;/a&gt;. I still find myself talking about it whenever I get the chance, and I view that as the best part of my summer, hands down. I am excited to see my friends again, even if it is a year from now. If that reunion we talked about (haha) doesn't happen, I think I'll actually be pretty upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I didn't really have homework today, although I told myself I would work on my Spanish homework. Actually, I'm gonna start that right now, just in case. I'm also supposed to finish an economics worksheet, but that should be easy, even though supply is more confusing than demand. I just remembered that I have a Spanish quiz tomorrow. Oh well. I'll probably do okay without studying too much, and even if I don't, I've done well on enough that I don't need to worry that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I definitely just got a 57% on one of my Spanish assignments. Whoo for forgetting accents and switching vowels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should take a shower and read or something, but I think I'll probably play The Sims 3 for slightly too long and then end up not getting enough sleep. Like I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I am so lame. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Rainbow Veins by Owl City, Volcano by Jimmy Buffet, Never There by Cake, Maybe, This Time by OK Go, On the Wing by Owl City, Is There No Truth in Beauty? by Just Surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-387067521585763626?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/387067521585763626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=387067521585763626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/387067521585763626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/387067521585763626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-remember-when.html' title='do you remember when?'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-5469025018537405726</id><published>2009-08-26T17:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:15:06.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>puppies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I start making mix CDs for my car and forget in the middle and end up with a ton of playlsits named variations of "car cd" on my iTunes. I have a different mood for each different CD; the two I have right now are really varied, and I've been wanting a mostly-acoustic, easy to sing to, summery kind of CD, despite the fact that it's nearing September. I also want a country mix CD, because I find myself craving Brooks and Dunn and George Strait when I'm driving home from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Buffett's Songs You Know By Heart is probably one of my favorite CDs because of the memories it brings back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired but working on my English homework. I really need to study for my Spanish quiz as well, but I'm taking one thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to do... I really need to just DO stuff, but I would rather do stuff that I WANT to do. My grandfather/the guy that talked at a senior initiation kinda thing essentially said that the easier the classes, the better, because if they're too hard, it just becomes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;. Which is not what you want. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I liked/cared about learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Chesneyyyy. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-5469025018537405726?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5469025018537405726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=5469025018537405726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5469025018537405726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5469025018537405726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/puppies.html' title='puppies.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-606660112321669560</id><published>2009-08-25T22:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:25:41.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calculus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='precalculus'/><title type='text'>whining.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I should 100% be studying for the math test that I have tomorrow, but instead, I'm trying to rid my computer of viruses and trojans while ignoring my calculus book sitting open beside me. I'd much rather go to bed than read through a chapter about techniques that I don't remember and don't understand. Getting a virus was a much needed excuse to blow off studying - not that I had much time for it anyway, as I've only been at home for about 3 nonconsecutive hours. I really should just grab my book and start reviewing, but I'm stubborn [haha] and haven't understood &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; of the material we've "covered" for the past 2 days. Exponential functions and transformations just throw me off, although I had a solid understanding of them last year during precal. I don't know why I've forgotten everything [excluding that three months we had off, of course], but I feel like this is just one of my patterns again; freshman year, I took a math that was too easy for me and easily got 100s on almost everything; sophomore year, I took a math that was too hard for me and barely scraped by with low Bs; rinse and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I beat the virus. Maybe I shouldn't say that. Jinx?&lt;br /&gt;It's okay; I knocked on wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy and have decided in the time that it took my computer to restart to at least review the precalculus that I don't understand. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-606660112321669560?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/606660112321669560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=606660112321669560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/606660112321669560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/606660112321669560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/whining.html' title='whining.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-8672119645210827718</id><published>2009-06-20T01:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:46:18.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the nanny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>loyalty protecting loyalty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;Now that it's summer, I'm not sure whether blogging daily would be easier or harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My step-dad added me on Facebook, which makes me a little nervous. I can't figure out how to do that limited profile crap 'cause I fail and am too lazy to look for very long. Plus, I don't want it to be like "OH HEY I WON'T LET YOU SEE MY PICTURES BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY THERE'S SOMETHING I DON'T WANT YOU TO SEE" so y'know. Anyway, there's not really anything that I think I need to be worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mom's house, and I really really really want to go boating. I miss lakes and tubing and sunburns and Jimmy Buffet. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love The Nanny. It's so pathetic that I stay up to watch the two episodes on Nick at Night. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the zoo today, so that was fun. Prairie dogs are freaking ADORABLE, and I lovelovelove goats, especially baby ones. But jeez, the zoo we went to didn't have elephants or lions or hippos which is SUCKY. But whatevs. The red panda was cute. Lots of walking but still nice. Then we went and had Mexican food but we all ate WAY too much, and now my stomach hurts so whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't legitimately listened to music in a long time. I've neglected iTunes even more now that I'm not driving my own car [and consequently, not listening to my CDs or iPod in the car.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cars, I miss mine a lot. I'm driving my step-mom's Toyota Sequoia at the moment It's so much heavier and bigger than my Forester, so that kind of sucks. I didn't realize I would miss driving my car so much, but driving other people's cars is annoying because I have to be clean and not take up their space, and I just miss having the freedom to leave shit in my cupholders if I don't wanna deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should probably go to bed 'cause it's like 1:42 AM [not that 2's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;but whatevs].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-8672119645210827718?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8672119645210827718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=8672119645210827718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8672119645210827718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8672119645210827718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/loyalty-protecting-loyalty.html' title='loyalty protecting loyalty.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-4878853173456512180</id><published>2009-05-11T18:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:30:23.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the place that my heart calls home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;I need to pick a classic/notable fiction author for summer reading, but I don't know half the list and their works all look so boring... I've crossed off about half the names on the list, but it really didn't help... I still have Faulkner, Flaubert, McCullers, Hardy, Hurston, Gaines, Ellison, Albee, Tyler, Lawrence, Silko, Atwood, Miller, Forster, Eliot, Cather, James, and Kingston. GAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma is hilarious. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-4878853173456512180?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4878853173456512180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=4878853173456512180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4878853173456512180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4878853173456512180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/place-that-my-heart-calls-home.html' title='the place that my heart calls home.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-8959318678411241975</id><published>2009-05-10T13:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:45:44.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame'/><title type='text'>lightning strikes me down; i'm on my knees,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I failed, you guys. But I'm going to combine the weekend [Friday, Saturday, Sunday] into one blog post, because most of the time, I don't have time to write a blog entry on Friday and Saturday. But I did fail on Thursday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whateverr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I finally took my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;APUSH&lt;/span&gt; exam - it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, but I'm still a little worried. All I have left is my AP English Language exam, which will be exhausting, but luckily, I can't study for it, so I won't be stressing out until Wednesday morning. :D Anyway, it was super nice, 'cause I only had one class on Friday (which will happen again on Wednesday [huzzah!]) so I basically just hung out with people from 11:30 to 1:50 and then went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;precal&lt;/span&gt;. Ha. Then we hung out in the hallways/parking lot for a while, and it was freaking HOT. Like 101 degrees. First 100 degree day in a while. :D And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thennn&lt;/span&gt; I went home, did nothing for a while, got an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; telling me that I had to be dressed nice to go to the club dinner later that day, freaked out because I don't have nice clothes, ran to the store that was holding a few shirts for me that had already been paid for, grabbed one, and then partially got lost on the way to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; - and ended up in a nursing home before finding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was at a Thai place, and I was kinda nervous about that, 'cause I've never really had Thai food other than lemon chicken. I ended up trying something new... It was panang, I think. It was okay, but had kind of a weird taste so I didn't eat very much of it. I wasn't really hungry anyway though and the food was free, so I didn't realllly care. My friends and I pretty much goofed off the entire time and didn't really do much, but then we went bowling, which was a lot of fun minus the almost rearending the guy I was following and then forcing someone to take me half way home 'cause I was lost. :D It was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I helped my parents with the yard sale we were having and went back to that store to pick up the rest of my nice clothes/pick out shoes. And then I took my sister and her friend to Jamba Juice [which was okay... Smoothie King is better though]. Later, my sister and I went to Borders [where I bought HP 6 because I can't freaking find our copy] and then to the movies to see Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. It was okay. Not great, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, we had a lunch for Mother's Day and now I'm doing my math homework/writing this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to my parents talking upstairs and my fan&lt;br /&gt;Days until the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;APEL&lt;/span&gt; exam: 3&lt;br /&gt;Days until graduation: 383&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-8959318678411241975?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8959318678411241975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=8959318678411241975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8959318678411241975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8959318678411241975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/lightning-strikes-me-down-im-on-my.html' title='lightning strikes me down; i&apos;m on my knees,'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-1665447402616808355</id><published>2009-05-06T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:22:44.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the chanel no 5 commercial irritates me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm watching House on Hulu instead of studying for my AP exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't have much to say, other than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Listening to whatever song is on the Chanel No 5 commercial, House&lt;br /&gt;Days until the APUSH exam: 2&lt;br /&gt;Days until graduation: 387&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-1665447402616808355?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1665447402616808355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=1665447402616808355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/1665447402616808355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/1665447402616808355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/chanel-no-5-commercial-irritates-me.html' title='the chanel no 5 commercial irritates me.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-826839358932896935</id><published>2009-05-05T19:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:26:06.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motion city soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate school'/><title type='text'>she whispers something in my ear; the message is unclear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can't concentrate on anything. It's unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is upset with me for some reason, and I'm not feeling all that great overall. Mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another good/bad day. Although my days are rarely amazing, I hardly ever stay in a bad mood all day. Something good happens or someone cheers me up. Sometimes I go home unhappy, but it's rare that I was like that all day. I had that anatomy test today, which I'm pretty sure I failed because I didn't know any of the short answer. Sure, that's probably my fault, but I'm studying the only way I know how. I read the entire chapter, highlighted, took in depth notes, studied those notes intensely, but it doesn't matter apparently. I was incredibly angry after that test - like angrier than I've been in years, honestly - and I couldn't do anything but just go study for APUSH some more. Just to make myself feel a little better, I tore out all my anatomy notes, threw them in my locker, and then ripped up my genetics notes before sitting down with the Princeton Review. I liked English today though; we talked about the end of the year, and I felt like such a part of the group - which isn't all that unusual, but is always nice nevertheless. Yearbook, photo, and history were okay. I was still unhappy, but I wasn't angry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of going to assembly today, future AP English Lit kids had a meeting with our future teacher to choose the author for our future research paper [and summer reading]. That stressed me out more than anything. I have absolutely no idea how to choose. I freaked out the entire time, even though I was the 49th person to choose [after switching numbers with four of my friends for a later number]. I asked for more time, but I was incredibly stressed out and anxious about everything again. We went straight to lunch, and while we were waiting in line, my friends started talking about the anatomy test; I was so emotionally unstable that I was literally two seconds away from crying and I was sort of yelling and swearing, but whatever. Once we got to the table, the day got better. I don't even know why, but for some reason, the conversation at lunch cheered me up. And then M.E. started writing all over me in free period and screwing with my computer so I hit her a bunch of times, but she wouldn't stop and then she complained to me. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We studied after school and that made me feel better because I think I know a lot more than I realize. [PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEBETRUE.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Last Night by Motion City Soundtrack, At First Sight and Home by Jay Brannan, You Could Be Happy by Snow Patrol, She's Leaving Home by The Beatles, God Gave Me a Gun by Alive in Wild Paint, Hey by Backseat Goodbye [damn I took forever to write this.]&lt;br /&gt;Days until the APUSH exam: 3&lt;br /&gt;Days until graduation: 388&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-826839358932896935?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/826839358932896935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=826839358932896935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/826839358932896935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/826839358932896935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-whispers-something-in-my-ear.html' title='she whispers something in my ear; the message is unclear.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-6988613700964149763</id><published>2009-05-04T22:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:55:11.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matt costa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3oh3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owl city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motion city soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate school'/><title type='text'>someday you will get the best of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I told myself the other day that I'd try to blog everyday for a while [like BEDA but a month late], because this is really the only self-reflection that I do [ever] and I wanna see if my writing changes. I dunno; we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should most definitely be reading my pieces on feminism/working on my feminism assertion or studying for the BAZILLION tests I have, but I can't bring myself to work on any of it. Instead, I watch stupid YouTube videos and write shit blog entries. And realizing just how music ADD I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - I don't listen to music anymore, really. Just in the car so it's not silent. But... I don't know. Shows are still fun, and I lovelovelove them, but they're not the same as they were. Just a different feeling to the whole thing. Maybe I'm growing out of it or some shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the book of our class's personal essays back today in AP English Language. I despise my personal essay, and seeing it published makes me want to cry a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that our teachers moved our anatomy test after I had already studied and mine won't tell us what's going to be on there, so I'm like "well. I  studied, but usually when I study, I fail anyway." I'll probably do badly, but at least I'll get it over with. I'm scared for the anatomy final; I'm going to have to do well, 'cause, well, I've done really badly in the class. Ugh. My teacher REFUSES to believe that I actually read and didn't have any questions about the material, so he said he was going to give me a bad grade for not asking questions. That's just ridiculous. You're going to give me a bad grade because I UNDERSTOOD THE MATERIAL?! Ugh. I just hate that class overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I don't have a lot to talk about. I'm mostly just procrastinating. I don't want to read/study. Feminism isn't my thing, and APUSH is freaking scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Even If It Kills Me by Motion City Soundtrack, Sunshine by Matt Costa, Super Honeymoon by Owl City, Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-6988613700964149763?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6988613700964149763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=6988613700964149763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6988613700964149763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6988613700964149763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/someday-you-will-get-best-of-me.html' title='someday you will get the best of me.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-5115481444920133948</id><published>2009-05-03T23:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:47:53.784-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never shout never'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ap history'/><title type='text'>we should be happy, that's what i said from the start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I didn't do any of my homework this weekend, and I'm going to bed late, but y'know what, I don't really care anymore. :D I only have three Saturdays left as a junior so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure my parents are buying me a Canon Rebel XSi for my birthday/Christmas/my digital photo class next year, and I'm excited and anxious at the same time. I've always loved photography; when I was little, I used to run around with a camera all the time, and consequently, I have literally boxes full of photos, which don't even begin to cover my digital pictures. I've taken a million classes on it too, but recently, I haven't really been into it. I dunno what it is. I see these gorgeous pictures that other people have taken, and I'm just like "damn, I wish I could do that," but I never put enough effort into it to actually take photos like those. I'm scared that I'm not going to use the camera enough; it's really expensive and so I'm super worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't wait to be a senior. It just seems so awesome. I get so excited when I think about the classes I'm taking next year [namely, digital photo, yearbook, economics, and Spanish 1]. I love love love yearbook honestly. It's my favorite class this year, even though I dunno how good I am at it. My teacher has told me I'd be a good yearbook editor, which is super exciting and terrifying at the same time. I don't know what that means for next year, but I'm happy with whatever happens, really. Even just going off campus for lunch is exciting. Plus I'm almost OUT of this school. I'll never have to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to make the most of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; this summer, 'cause the ones last year and the year before SUCKED. Actually, my summers usually do suck, 'cause I don't have any friends at my dad's. Zero. Because I don't do anything where people are and there aren't any teenagers in my neighborhood. It's my last summer of high school, which will probably be dominated by homework, but STILL. Whatever. I'm planning on riding my bike a lot and going to the parrrk when it's nice out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go to bed twenty minutes ago, but I wasn't tired enough and wanted to blog [because I haven't and I feel like I should more often]. So now it's 11:45 and I'm gonna go fur realz once this song is over. Happy by Never Shout Never reminds me of summer and sun and parks and nice things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Happy and Bigcitydreams by Never Shout Never &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-5115481444920133948?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5115481444920133948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=5115481444920133948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5115481444920133948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grs'/><title type='text'>2009 = Terrible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Personal essays = fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-7257007959941731777?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7257007959941731777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=7257007959941731777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7257007959941731777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-2031026363729362267</id><published>2008-12-15T22:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:43:06.712-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the academy is'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fast times at barrington high'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tai tv'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;proud of boys I don't even know, even though I don't like their newest CD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But watching them perform in huge venues internationally makes me want to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-2031026363729362267?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2031026363729362267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=2031026363729362267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2031026363729362267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2031026363729362267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-2459087346271421424</id><published>2008-12-03T21:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:30:37.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i hate life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intelligence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ap english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>fuck ap english.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;High school doesn't even logically make sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't care about learning or being smart or any of that shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd rather be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-2459087346271421424?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2459087346271421424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=2459087346271421424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2459087346271421424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2459087346271421424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuck-ap-english.html' title='fuck ap english.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-2982336232522990354</id><published>2008-11-19T18:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:24:11.041-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self evaluation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reputation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='effects'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;For a long time, I boasted that I didn't care about what anyone else thought of me. And for a while, I even believed that about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;However, I realized at some point in the last year that I used that as an excuse to do whatever I wanted. It allowed me to a bitch, guilt-free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It allowed me to criticize people for faults I embody more than they do. It allowed me to cultivate a very negative pessimistic view of the world. It allowed me to trick myself into thinking I was actually &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt; than some of my peers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; care what people think. The opinions of the people whom I respect are important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mostly because I don't want to be that girl that people dislike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;This does not have so much to do with my reputation as it does my effect on others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We affect everyone we interact with everyday. I would much rather leave a positive effect than a negative one; I would rather make someone feel good about themselves or make their day just a little more tolerable than throw them into anger and self-doubt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-2982336232522990354?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2982336232522990354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=2982336232522990354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2982336232522990354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2982336232522990354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-long-time-i-boasted-that-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-200831123184775602</id><published>2008-11-16T00:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:10:09.290-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight stephenie meyer edward bella new moon eclipse suck breaking dawn ew gross waste of life'/><title type='text'>disgusting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If you are a fan of Twilight but would like to see the other side of the argument (i.e. Twilight sucks):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=23094573385&amp;amp;ref=nf#/topic.php?uid=23094573385&amp;amp;topic=6060"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=23094573385&amp;amp;ref=nf#/topic.php?uid=23094573385&amp;amp;topic=6060&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If you haven't read, don't like, or like Twilight but can accept criticism:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mspaint_lolz/32606.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://community.livejournal.com/mspaint_lolz/32606.html#cutid1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hearing Twilight compared to Harry Potter and even Nancy Drew makes me sick to my stomach. Sure, teenage girls are reading. Doesn't it matter WHAT they're reading? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;As a high school student, I understand that typically kids don't read. I don't have much time to pick up a book, and a series that has thousands of teenagers reading in their very limited free time must be good, right? However, Twilight fails miserably. Maybe if it was original, written well, had characters with personalities, &lt;strong&gt;and/or&lt;/strong&gt; had a plot, reading the book would actually be beneficial to teenagers. Ughughugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If you haven't read the series, I highly recommend &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;reading it. It's honestly a waste of time and money, unless you like reading fan-fiction fluff that's taken from dozens of different books and movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;DON'T YOU DARE COMPARE THE SERIES TO ANY OF THE HARRY POTTER BOOKS. YOU MUST BE AN IMBECILE TO EVEN THINK THAT THEY'RE IN THE LEAST BIT SIMILAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-200831123184775602?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/200831123184775602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=200831123184775602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/200831123184775602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/200831123184775602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/disgusting.html' title='disgusting.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-6774333153575618680</id><published>2008-11-02T00:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:38:03.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>ugh realism.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;To limit the salary of the business men in charge is to lower the interest, loyalty, and work ethic of these business men.&lt;br /&gt;To lower the interest, loyalty, and work ethic is to decrease the overall profit.&lt;br /&gt;To decrease profit is to limit the money spent on employing workers.&lt;br /&gt;To limit the budget is to fire the workers in lower branches of the corporation.&lt;br /&gt;To fire workers is to destroy the middle class.&lt;br /&gt;To destroy the middle class is to destroy the economy.&lt;br /&gt;To destroy the economy is to destroy society.&lt;br /&gt;To destroy society is to destroy the government.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-6774333153575618680?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6774333153575618680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=6774333153575618680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6774333153575618680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6774333153575618680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/ugh-realism.html' title='ugh realism.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-7729827862845881233</id><published>2008-10-16T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:14:01.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the most amazing boy ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lm15c3BhY2UuY29tL2JhY2tzZWF0Z29vZGJ5ZQ=="&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.backseatgoodbye.com/listenbg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-7729827862845881233?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7729827862845881233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=7729827862845881233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7729827862845881233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7729827862845881233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/most-amazing-boy-ever.html' title='the most amazing boy ever.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-5585015202723647360</id><published>2008-10-16T18:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:52:22.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interlude em'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it is well'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorcerer&apos;s stone'/><title type='text'>yay instrumental music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone movie soundtrack FTW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Interlude in Em by It is Well FTW tooo! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do I associate Motion City Soundtrack with Chuck Palahniuk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-5585015202723647360?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5585015202723647360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=5585015202723647360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5585015202723647360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5585015202723647360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-instrumental-music.html' title='yay instrumental music.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-4113819413065960068</id><published>2008-10-12T23:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:13:27.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free period'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame'/><title type='text'>believe me. this is lame.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss having free period by myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sure, I always complained about it, but, looking back, I really liked having that forty-five minutes to myself four days a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss listening to my music without interruptions and fully concentrating on my work and ignoring all of the people around me and randomly doodling in my spiral and sitting at the same table in the same chair every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss feeling the warm sun on my back and seeing the natural light dance across the wooden table when it was a nice day. I miss suddenly realizing that it's raining and turning around to see the downpour through the huge windows when it was a stormy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss my routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;... I'mlamewhoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-4113819413065960068?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4113819413065960068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=4113819413065960068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4113819413065960068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4113819413065960068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/believe-me-this-is-lame.html' title='believe me. this is lame.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-2483336373567018648</id><published>2008-10-07T18:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:10:48.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the academy is'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall out boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fueled by ramen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic at the Disco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CDs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mainstream music'/><title type='text'>genre jumps, devolution, and cover art.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm unhappy with Fueled by Ramen [and Fall Out Boy]. All their bands are changing their sounds. And yeah, sure, I'm cool with them maturing musically and everything, but most of the time it sounds like they're &lt;em&gt;de&lt;/em&gt;volving. Panic[!] at the Disco, The Academy Is... - it's not that I don't love the bands [because I do]. It's just that I expect more from them. Quality stuff, not the somewhat cliche, not-entirely-pop-but-reminscient-of-it, slightly boring stuff they've put out recently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Panic[!]'s newest CD, which they worked on for years [literally], was a disappointment. With the exclamation point went the energy of the music. Sure, I liked a few of the songs on Pretty. Odd. - We're So Starving, Pas de Cheval, sometimes Northern Downpour. It's certainly not as if the rest of the songs are bad, but they just don't catch my attention like their old music did. Honestly, if the CD hadn't been by Panic[!], I would never have bought it. I only listened to it when I was getting ready to see them, because I wanted to be able to still have fun if they only played songs off that. [Luckily, they played the old songs also and sounded better than ever.] I love the band, but I expected more from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The Academy Is...'s new CD isn't terrible. I still haven't listened to the whole thing, but I do like a fair amount of the songs I have heard. Paper Chase and His Girl Friday are my favorites off the album at the moment. But I would never specifically choose those songs to listen to. I'll listen to them if they come up on my playlist, but I'm not going to seek them out. Even in Santi, their previous album, it was a little hard for me to find the sound that I loved about them. I grew to love Santi though, especially after seeing them perform it live twice. It's a CD I probably would have bought even if I had no idea who the band was. Fast Times at Barrington High is a CD I wouldn't have looked twice at. The music isn't bad, but it doesn't catch my attention. I hear it, but I'm definitely not captured by it the way I was with their first album - which I discovered years late. The lyrics on some tracks are brilliant, but most are slightly cliche. [Not that I can even write cliche lyrics.] Again, I love the band. I just wanted more. However, considering how often they toured between Santi and this album, it's pretty impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fall Out Boy - who isn't on Fueled by Ramen, but whatever - has a new album coming out on Election Day. I've already made sure that the CD store that I go to is ordering it. I'm buying no matter what. I adore the cover art as well as the title. I liked the new songs on the free mixtape they put out. But "I Don't Care" just doesn't really meet my standards. As selfish as it sounds, I wish Patrick had never learned to sing; in my opinion, his voice is absolutely brilliant on Take This To Your Grave [which is my favorite CD anyway] and decreases from there. That's not to say that I don't love his voice, because I do. I just don't love it as much. The lyrics to I Don't Care aren't great, but I can deal with that. I wasn't worried, because I felt the same way with Infinity On High and still ended up really liking that CD. Besides, I'd already heard other new songs that I liked [despite the constant "GET FAMILIAR" crap]. It can't be all bad. They put out a new song on iTunes the other day, and I was totally ready to text my dad to ask if I could borrow a dollar to buy the song. I was even a little excited, but I ended up not even wanting to buy it. I was just like "Eh, it'll be on the CD... Why waste money?" I never like the singles though, so I still have faith in them. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not giving up on these bands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Y'know, maybe it's me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe I'm outgrowing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-2483336373567018648?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2483336373567018648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=2483336373567018648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2483336373567018648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2483336373567018648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/genre-jumps-devolution-and-cover-art.html' title='genre jumps, devolution, and cover art.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-3620627704569656539</id><published>2008-09-29T22:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:07:06.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;In the scheme of things, school doesn't make sense. To be completely honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-3620627704569656539?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3620627704569656539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=3620627704569656539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/3620627704569656539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/3620627704569656539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-scheme-of-things-school-doesnt-make.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-8122367505847800539</id><published>2008-09-10T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:45:20.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artistic talent'/><title type='text'>Art?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My whole life I’ve been drawn to more creative, artistic hobbies – things like drawing, writing, photography. Various phases led me through ambitions to be a cinematographer and fabricated skills at black and white photography. By the end of freshman year in high school, however, I’d learned that I just wasn’t good at any of my proposed passions. Ballet was a six year experience – one that ended quickly in third grade when I realized that tights and good posture just didn’t mesh with my personality. Meanwhile, I’d discovered photography, filling my summers with workshops at the zoo, a hobby which lasted approximately ten discontinuous years, if you count the bright red plastic camera I ran around with at five. Art, which replaced photography for a bit, was my middle school endeavor; although I’d been forced to take art classes in elementary school, I was never serious about it. Drama featured a very short spotlight, lasting less than a week, because I’d discovered my inability to think on my feet. Video lasted almost as long as photography, really, starting around fourth grade and continuing until eleventh. For about four years, I walked around with my video camera in hand, recording everything and editing it all before losing the footage throughout the years. Taking a class on the subject quickly ended that hobby. Guitar, also a long-term investment, began in fifth grade and endured through both middle and high school, mostly because I loved the class, despite my lack of talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overall, I have no artistic talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-8122367505847800539?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8122367505847800539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=8122367505847800539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8122367505847800539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8122367505847800539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/art.html' title='Art?'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-4753392330884809706</id><published>2008-08-31T00:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:45:38.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimism ainslee is lame'/><title type='text'>over there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I cling to illogical optimism, although I claim to be a pessimist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;[I hate Paramore.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-4753392330884809706?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4753392330884809706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=4753392330884809706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4753392330884809706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4753392330884809706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/over-there.html' title='over there.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-3803999199501593408</id><published>2008-08-19T13:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:27:45.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I've been watching the Olympics this summer. I like watching gymnastics, swimming, and volleyball the most, but I like a lot of the other sports too. Not that I know much about any of them. As an American, it's relatively obvious that I'm rooting for Team USA. I don't care how many golds anyone has though. The medal count doesn't REALLY matter to me. I like watching the Americans win, but hey, if we lose, we lose. Big deal. China has more gold medals than us. That's cool; they have some amazing athletes playing for them. The U.S. has the most medals total. Whoo. I'm pretty sure we've got the most athletes, also, so that kind of balances out. Whatever. Besides, if you're an athlete at the OLYMPICS, then you're already pretty amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;But. I just read an article about the &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/olympics/beijing/blog/fourth_place_medal/post/The-REAL-Olympic-medal-count?urn=oly,101537"&gt;"real medal count" &lt;/a&gt;and people in the comments are whining about how Americans are "sore losers" and how Chinese are "cheaters" and one guy comments, "The Olympics are about SPORTS, not POLITICS." I'm just a kid, and I've definitely not been out in the real world yet. But you know what? The Olympics ARE about politics. I don't understand how anyone would think that there ISN'T a huge political influence. And yeah, some of the judges may be biased, but who really cares? There are so many tiny things that can change an outcome, giving some people gold medals when maybe they deserve a silver. Or maybe they recieve a silver when they deserve a gold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;In the scheme of things, does any of that even matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-3803999199501593408?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3803999199501593408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=3803999199501593408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/3803999199501593408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/3803999199501593408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-6068615080212863358</id><published>2008-07-13T21:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:59:23.323-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture this random abc family bored movies suck'/><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I'm watching Picture This! or whatever on ABC Family and like half the people in it are from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Degrassi&lt;/span&gt; so far. [That's a lie, but at least two of the main-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; characters are.] I don't know why that like... surprises me, but I'm always like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? Weird..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah. This isn't relevant. And the guy she's obsessed with is kind of ugly, to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? You fell in a pool and you can't swim or something? Or are you doing that on purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanna work in a pet store... Lisa's dog is really ugly. Who names a cat Andy? Who says "funky"? Uh. That guy probably wouldn't be able to get into law school in real life. He can't be 'perfect'; it's impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I like her glasses though... And is she wearing that to school...? It's like pajamas. ... That's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SUCKY&lt;/span&gt; gift. "Guess what, hon! You get to LIVE WITH ME!" But she's kind of a jerk. I don't like her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Are they seriously talking on the phone while walking together? I love his camera. Okay, you would so get like kicked out for drinking out of the fountain like that. I'd be all "STOP TAKING PICTURES OF ME." And who randomly says, "I like your laugh"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Uh, let's look at the text under the picture, dude. DAD. Can you read? Idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want more water. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Purdy&lt;/span&gt; camera... He's so like cheating on his girlfriend. Okay, WHEN did they exchange phone numbers? Stalker much? He's like hiding in trees and taking pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? They're HUGGING? They've talked like twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"I feel like I can be myself around you. And I like your eyes." That was STUPID and SO fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I so want a Girl Scout Cookie blizzard. Aren't Mac and Cheese crackers just like... cheese nips? Okay, hair dye commercial, that wasn't a question. I love how you like pawned your wedding ring. I'm not sure you can guarantee satisfaction. AW, IT'S JONATHON KENT! YOU DIED INSTEAD OF LANA AND NOW YOU'RE ON THIS WEIRD SHOW AND I MISS YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, how would you - okay, IT SAYS DAD!!! - lose your phone the FIRST day you got it? "I'll leave your name at the gate." Ass. No one says "sick music" and I dislike him. So he took her phone. She still has her computer... She could just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; people. Or video chat with them. Stupid. Okay, I love that it's always "no."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I love that the dad is actually smart. At least he actually let you out of the house and gave you your phone back. Brat. I hope she gets caught and is forced to live with her dad. I love how they all have video phones. I love how it's not obvious that he was just going to have sex with her and dump her anyway.  Idiots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"A.A. meeting and then she's meeting Jennifer for a drink." That's brilliant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, who doesn't lock their cars? Not even kidding. "Marilyn Manson doesn't have blood!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Commercials suck and this is SO pointless - the blog entry is way long and boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Oh my God, I have butt-face!" ...She's like chugging that allergy stuff. My friend fell in a mall fountain once! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;They would SO get kicked out of the store. She changed  clothes... If I were her dad, I'd be like "Did you bring a change of clothes...?" I love Bruce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel horrible for them. It's like "my friend forced me to do this." And that TICKS me off. It's all "YEAH I'M SMART AND PRETTY AND GET EVERYTHING I WANT &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; I CAN SING." God. ...I love concert people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't get why having smooth legs leads to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;. Oh. That's stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I just missed a HUGE part of the movie. Now they're dancing? And he's going to rape her. And she's like "uh, I don't want to have sex with you." Hey, at least there wasn't that cliche guy best friend that she falls in love with. I hope he tries to rape her and she's all "I DON'T LOVE YOU." Uh. Sorry, I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tila&lt;/span&gt; Tequila a little too much. [I don't know if you'll understand that reference, but WHATEVER.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Creepy cult people; Manson's blood + curse = stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I love how he's actually normal. Dude, that guy looked like Bob from The Hush Sound!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, I'll bet you $1,000,000 she ends up with him in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;... Stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-6068615080212863358?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6068615080212863358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=6068615080212863358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6068615080212863358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6068615080212863358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-9025882190620421903</id><published>2008-07-02T18:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:02:21.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>www.wefeelfine.org</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I like that most people feel empty when it's sunny out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-9025882190620421903?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9025882190620421903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=9025882190620421903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/9025882190620421903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/9025882190620421903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/wwwwefeelfineorg.html' title='www.wefeelfine.org'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-7697636893129113732</id><published>2008-06-28T19:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:44:20.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><title type='text'>In Which I Ramble. Again. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't updated this in like a billion years. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm the kind of the person that doesn't like talking to people, including cashiers. Especially in small places. It took me months to be able to talk normally to the guy at the CD store when I order my CDs. And now that I'm at my dad's and cut off from that CD store [since I'm in a different state...], I asked my step-sisters' cousin to ask his friends about local (small) music stores. xD I got some answers, but I think I might have to order stuff and I really really really hate talking to people, so that'll be something not so awesome. Nothing's awesome here except for the fact that one of my favorite bands is from here. But that's about the only awesome thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss people. [Which was to be expected, but whatever.] And I'm bored. [Which was also to be expected. It sucks anyway.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-7697636893129113732?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7697636893129113732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=7697636893129113732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7697636893129113732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7697636893129113732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-which-i-ramble-again.html' title='In Which I Ramble. Again. :)'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-7019634529702863101</id><published>2008-06-07T14:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T15:24:30.669-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='300'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little miss sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill and ted&apos;s excellent adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what happens in vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill and ted'/><title type='text'>what would you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I should be packing, since I'm going to Italy tomorrow. Instead, I'm texting my friend about a movie we're going to see at 7:15, singing to music, and writing a blog entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;So, yesterday around two, my mom took me over to my friend's house [we got lost on the way and got there late too xD]. We [as in me, my friend, two of my other friends, and my friend's friend] hung out until about seven, when we headed to the movie theater to see What Happens In Vegas. The first theater we were going to was sold out [wtf?] but we made it to another one on time and we were five of the nine people in the theater. Anyway. The movie was really good, and Carolina Liar had a song in it [WTF? I didn't even think they had a CD out yet... Okay, just checked and they do, but whatever.] Then we drove home [and watched the beginning of The Cutting Edge 3(?) in the car]. My friend's friend had to go, which kinda stunk, but I think she still had fun, so that's always good. =) So. We watched the rest of that movie in the trailer we were spending the night in. And then we watched Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure [which was most outstanding, by the way]. And one of my friends fell asleep. And then we watched Little Miss Sunshine. And then License to Wed [and dude, I totally hated all the characters in that movie]. And then Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey [which was totally non non non heinous]. Then my friend woke up, because it was about 6 or 7 AM by that time. And so we watched 27 Dresses. And when that was over, it was around 8:30, so we went inside and ate pancakes while watching 300. And then we played electronic Life until one. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;What Happens In Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The Cutting Edge 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;License to Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've never seen that many movies in 24 hours, let alone 12. xD And I'm going to see that new Adam Sandler movie at like 7:15 with my other friends tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;So. I haven't slept in 27 hours, I've watched 8 movies, and discovered that I really need to pack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-7019634529702863101?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7019634529702863101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=7019634529702863101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7019634529702863101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7019634529702863101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-would-you-do.html' title='what would you do?'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-1497117156983695765</id><published>2008-06-02T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:18:06.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss horseback riding. A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-1497117156983695765?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1497117156983695765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=1497117156983695765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/1497117156983695765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/1497117156983695765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-horseback-riding.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-3608631912228429937</id><published>2008-05-26T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:13:10.911-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='algebra 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backseat goodbye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Moral Corruption in Oedipus the King</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Backseat Goodbye is brilliant. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;2. I hate exams, especially for preventing me from a concert that would have been awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;3. I don't understand algebra 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-3608631912228429937?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3608631912228429937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=3608631912228429937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/3608631912228429937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/3608631912228429937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/moral-corruption-in-oedipus-king.html' title='Moral Corruption in Oedipus the King'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-5627306648705685490</id><published>2008-05-14T20:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:42:02.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><title type='text'>WHAP = Enormously Pointless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Am I ever going to use the information I "learned" this year in my AP World History class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Even if I could remember it, it's never EVER going to be useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;God, what a waste of a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Taking the national AP exam for it tomorrow, and I'm screwed! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-5627306648705685490?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5627306648705685490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=5627306648705685490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5627306648705685490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5627306648705685490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/whap-enormously-pointless.html' title='WHAP = Enormously Pointless.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-1039318894994980834</id><published>2008-05-06T20:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:57:48.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english essay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award ceremonies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sausage pizza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><title type='text'>I Hate Award Ceremonies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Summer '79 by The Ataris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Titling my essay about the significance of small birds, reading Shooting an Elephant, and writing nice things about the kids in my algebra class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't wanna write my English essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being a teenage girl kind of sucks, man. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want sausage pizza right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh, PUPPIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-1039318894994980834?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1039318894994980834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=1039318894994980834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/1039318894994980834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/1039318894994980834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hate-award-ceremonies.html' title='I Hate Award Ceremonies'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-8576952708255375949</id><published>2008-04-29T01:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T01:18:13.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPTIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I just want to care about something. Like school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It'd be nice to care about just ONE subject, whether it was academic or not. Unfortunately, that won't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Which is how I know that I pretty much won't be happy for the rest of my life. So that's fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Always is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-8576952708255375949?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8576952708255375949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=8576952708255375949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8576952708255375949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8576952708255375949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/naptime.html' title='NAPTIME!'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-6685461782000226086</id><published>2008-04-24T22:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:42:07.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Those Awesome People...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My parents threw a party today. It's all good till people start hugging you and talking about your haircut and ordering you to light candles all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have school tomorrow, which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted though. This week was so insanely long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like too warm and too cold at the same time, and that's slightly gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-6685461782000226086?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6685461782000226086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=6685461782000226086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6685461782000226086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6685461782000226086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-miss-those-awesome-people.html' title='I Miss Those Awesome People...'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-681134337966552993</id><published>2008-04-18T21:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:43:49.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whataburger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peppermints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>SCORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*HAPPY DANCE!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEPPERMINTS TASTE LIKE MINTS AGAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Too bad I wasted those Whataburger mints on the bus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Those are my favorites too. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-681134337966552993?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/681134337966552993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=681134337966552993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/681134337966552993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/681134337966552993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/score.html' title='SCORE!'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-8700734626569272755</id><published>2008-04-17T22:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:59:27.024-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ddr'/><title type='text'>Emos + DDR = Cake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's up with emos and DDR? I don't get the connection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe it's only at the Gameworks near my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-8700734626569272755?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8700734626569272755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=8700734626569272755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8700734626569272755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8700734626569272755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/emos-ddr-cake.html' title='Emos + DDR = Cake?'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-4097292518911260789</id><published>2008-04-16T14:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T15:03:57.887-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spell check'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac users'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>Sweet Jesus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, Apple. I'm effing sick of your crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I wanted Safari, I'd download it. Or I'd BUY A MAC. I don't want your ugly, slow, shitty browser with its ugly font on my computer, okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sure, I have iTunes on my laptop. Does that mean I automatically want Safari!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Get over yourselves. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now I'm off to undo the damage you've done. Add or Remove Programs, here I come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;AND DUDE. IF THERE'S EFFING SPELL CHECK BUILT IN, HOW COME I'VE YET TO MEET A MAC USER THAT CAN SPELL ON THE INTERNET!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;GAAAAAAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*is so totally against Apple*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-4097292518911260789?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4097292518911260789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=4097292518911260789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4097292518911260789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4097292518911260789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweet-jesus.html' title='Sweet Jesus.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-4180879952572055254</id><published>2008-04-15T00:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:50:50.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='because i suck'/><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;33%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/selfabsorbed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/indie.html" target="_blank"&gt;Indie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality test&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stability results were medium which suggests you are moderately relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;Orderliness results were medium which suggests you are moderately organized, hard working, and reliable while still remaining flexible, efficient, and fun.&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion results were moderately low which suggests you are reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and secretive.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRAIT SNAPSHOT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;does not make friends easily, secretive, introverted, reclusive, observer, dislikes leadership, somewhat socially awkward, does not like to stand out, dislikes large parties, values solitude, solitary, avoidant, ambivalent about fitting in, not dominant, unassertive, suspicious, prudent, unadventurous, worrying, weird, intellectual, frequently second guesses self &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-4180879952572055254?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4180879952572055254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=4180879952572055254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4180879952572055254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4180879952572055254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-6160365162542262059</id><published>2008-04-06T22:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:32:40.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>Why Do You Insist On Increasing Your Suckiness, Apple?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Let U Go by Ashley Parker Angel [the 'U' in that makes me sick]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Reading for English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Also: Gah, no time for this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dude, every "update" Apple puts out for iTunes just messes mine up further. I didn't have any problems with it until I downloaded the update about three updates ago. And the more I update it, the less it works correctly. Same goes for software updates for my iPod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-6160365162542262059?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6160365162542262059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=6160365162542262059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6160365162542262059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6160365162542262059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-do-you-insist-on-increasing-your.html' title='Why Do You Insist On Increasing Your Suckiness, Apple?'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-5159054804583132794</id><published>2008-04-05T14:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:02:47.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the used'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hush sound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stomach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invisible monsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic at the Disco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tour dates'/><title type='text'>Spider Solitaire Is My New Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Listening to: Not Your Concern by The Hush Sound&lt;br /&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I'm Also: Looking up tour dates for bands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's effing 4:46 AM, and instead of going to bed like a normal person, I'm reading random stories, debating on whether to go eat Frosted Cheerios dry or not, and checking out bands' MySpaces/official sites for tour dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MySpace sucks, by the way. The whole "let's automatically play music WHOO" thing makes me angry. It's like, "WTF IS THAT MUSIC?!" and then "Gah, now I have to turn off my iTunes or like wait for the player to load so I can effing turn it off." Plus the whole site's so SLOW... Though that may be my internet right now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, "Official Fall Out Boy Website." Do you not understand "ENTER WEB SITE" or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisible Monsters is an awesome book. Goodbye Blues is an awesome CD. Horton Hears a Who is an awesome movie. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go pick up my CD tomorrow/today, but screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being hungry, tummy. You were all "WKLTJLKJT!!! NOISE FEED ME!" during 2nd effing period, during my effing test. You were so effing loud, too... And I totally had effing breakfast, so I don't get it. It was an effing overflowing bowl of Frosted effing Cheerios. Sorry, I'm done. Carlos bought me a scone [haha, free food is awesome] and then Whitney and I went and talked to Whitney's brother and Rachel. Who's moving. POOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD! LOAD THE EFFING PAGE, MYSPACE! ARE YOU THAT STUPID!? HONESTLY!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*implodes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, my sleeping schedule's gonna be screwed up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who should tour? The Used. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing The Hush Sound and Motion City Soundtrack and Panic! at the Disco in like two weeks. I honestly could care less about Panic! though. I'm way more excited for the first two bands. I mean, I love Panic!, but they're new album is seriously just not them, so I'm kinda disappointed with them. Yeah, I like Pretty. Odd. for the most part, but it's just like "oh, new songs to listen to occasionally" not like "OH MY GOD, MUST PLAY OVER AND OVER BECAUSE IT'S SO EFFING GOOD." I had to listen to the effing CD like seven times before I decided I liked it. And I loved their first CD... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD, INTERNET. STOP BEING RETARDED. *hates the world*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. HAPPY 5 AM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[THIS WAS WRITTEN FROM 4:46 TO 5 AM LAST NIGHT, BUT IT WOULDN'T EFFING POST.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-5159054804583132794?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5159054804583132794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=5159054804583132794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5159054804583132794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5159054804583132794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/spider-solitaire-is-my-new-addiction.html' title='Spider Solitaire Is My New Addiction'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-8615549146623639320</id><published>2008-03-28T23:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:18:09.751-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the used'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monty python and the holy grail'/><title type='text'>This Is A Party Without The People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to: Find A Way by The Used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Editing pictures for my mom or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm Also: Talking to Allie, looking at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;, and rating movies on Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'm the only person on Earth that doesn't like Monty Python. =\ My step-dad kept saying that I'd love Monty Python and The Holy Grail. And then, when I finally watched it, I hated it. It bored the heck out of me. I didn't think any of it was in the least bit funny, and I ended up leaving less than halfway through the movie... Maybe I really don't have a sense of humor. Ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gah, I'm in a bad mood and it's too warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-8615549146623639320?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8615549146623639320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=8615549146623639320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8615549146623639320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8615549146623639320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-party-without-people.html' title='This Is A Party Without The People'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-1494109215588692839</id><published>2008-03-26T22:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:58:13.676-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving through the window'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty. odd.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic at the Disco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something corporate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horton hears a who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m a loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CDs'/><title type='text'>Wait, "learning?" What's that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Drunk Girl by Something Corporate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Finishing up history, brushing my teeth, and going to bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Also: Talking to Allie, reading journals on songsmeanings.net, and playing Spider Solitaire [my new addiction]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I picked up Panic! at the Disco's Pretty. Odd. and Something Corporate's Leaving Through The Window today. I also saw Horton Hears a Who again [love that movie!] and had ice cream with my friends. =) All in all, it was a pretty good day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm comfortable talking to the guy that owns/runs the CD store, and I'm comfortable talking to the girl that is sometimes there instead of him, but I'm not comfortable talking to either of them when they're in the same room. I don't know why, so don't ask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was like 90 effing degrees. I mean, I know that's normal for where I live, but I was so used to the 40-50s... I almost forgot how gross sweating is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wuh-oah... I spent like $72 today. $20 for movie tickets, $20 for ice cream, $32 for my CDs... Dang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know how to budget/save my money, but there's always stuff I want. [T-shirts, CDs, concert tickets...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't like Pretty. Odd. even half as much as I liked A Fever You Can't Sweat Out, but whatever. It's okay, just not great. Doesn't really catch my attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm way too shy sometimes. Like, I can't even talk to the CD store guy when there are people I don't know in there. And I hate ordering food at restaurants/fast food places/ice cream shops. And I absolutely DESPISE talking on the phone. And if I don't have at least one friend in a class, I won't say ANYTHING. Unless it's like guitar. But I've known my teacher for like 5 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then again, I didn't talk to him for like the first two. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-1494109215588692839?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1494109215588692839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=1494109215588692839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/1494109215588692839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/1494109215588692839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/wait-learning-whats-that.html' title='Wait, &quot;learning?&quot; What&apos;s that?'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-6460893336412018100</id><published>2008-03-21T23:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:13:52.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys like girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday parade'/><title type='text'>poooooo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Make It Count by Holiday Parade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Growing up and getting over life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Also: Fighting a headache, watching George Lopez, and talking to Allie and Anna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like to please people. But I hate people at the same time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't understand society. It gives me a headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This break has been one of the worst breaks ever. That trip to Chicago was a huge waste of time... I wish I had been here staying up till 6 AM and sleeping till 2 PM, instead of being forced to sleep at midnight and waken at 8 AM for the free buffet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know who I am. Or understand myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Go die, Boys Like Girls. First of all, WTF is up with your band name? Are you saying that boys like girls or that you are boys that are like girls? Because if it's the first, you're kind of off. And if it's the second, you have issues. Second, WTF is that song Hero/Heroine? You can't sing. You sound like a dying cat. Get over it. Yeah, I'll admit to liking 3 of their songs, but Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Simple Plan &gt; Boys Like Girls. And I don't like Simple Plan that much, man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;George Lopez is secretly the best show on TV. *nods*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-6460893336412018100?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6460893336412018100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=6460893336412018100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6460893336412018100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6460893336412018100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/poooooo.html' title='poooooo.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-7500654480250990681</id><published>2008-03-19T21:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:43:48.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gah'/><title type='text'>Do You Have Any Idea How Much I Want To Go To Warped Tour? NO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;[3-19-08; 1:45 PM]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Listening to: Invisible Monsters by Motion City Soundtrack and my dad talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Nothing much. Reading maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Also: Playing Solitaire and wishing that I could blow my nose and that I hadn't finished my water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here in the car with my family, on the way back from Chicago. My legs are bothering me, but whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Saryn got me sick. Or something. I dunno. All I know is that my nose is seriously stuffed up and runny at the same time, my throat's killing me, and my head's fuzzy-hurting. And The Everglow by Mae is a seriously good song.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm annoying people by typing, but whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally bought Invisible Monsters. We were shopping in Chicago, and my sisters and step-mom went into H&amp;amp;M. There was a Borders right next to it, so we went there afterward. I bought Twilight ['cause SO many people have recommended that series to me] and Invisible Monsters [FINALLY]. I'm excited to start reading them, but I have The Winds of War and The Wizard Heir to finish, too... And I need to finish The Wizard Heir before March 27 'cause it's a library book. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It smells like chapstick, and my tummy's bothering me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda want to play my DS, but I have SUCKY games... I want to play Okami when we get home, but they moved the PS2, and it's in the game room now, and I think the children are gonna be all "GH3ROCKBANDSINGSTAR!!!1one!!!1"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-7500654480250990681?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7500654480250990681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=7500654480250990681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7500654480250990681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7500654480250990681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-have-any-idea-how-much-i-want-to.html' title='Do You Have Any Idea How Much I Want To Go To Warped Tour? NO.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-5172439437952247380</id><published>2008-03-15T17:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T17:13:27.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weezer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itunes'/><title type='text'>he says she's going back home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: No Other One by Weezer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Showering or reading or flossing or something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Also: Fighting a headache, wishing I had water, trying to kill writer's block, and watching Degrassi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's spring break, and I'm not excited at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I got a $50 iTunes gift card as a [really] early Easter present though, so at least I'm happy about that. Even if I do still want 82 more songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to write, but I can't. Gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate myself for forgetting my iPod at my mom's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; time I forget it is spring break when I'll be spending like six hours in the car. WTF is up with that!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;ihopethismakesyousmile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think too much. Especially about people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I just want life to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-5172439437952247380?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5172439437952247380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=5172439437952247380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5172439437952247380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/5172439437952247380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-says-shes-going-back-home.html' title='he says she&apos;s going back home.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-2421499539555587977</id><published>2008-03-13T21:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T21:47:40.140-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poo'/><title type='text'>Why Can't People Spell...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate adults that refuse to make eye contact with you when they're talking. It's like "Yeah, I'm a kid, but y'know, I can understand you. I'm listening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freshman year was the best year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Summer between freshman and sophomore years was the worst summer of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Sophomore year is the worst year of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-2421499539555587977?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2421499539555587977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=2421499539555587977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2421499539555587977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2421499539555587977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-cant-people-spell.html' title='Why Can&apos;t People Spell...?'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-256730286847128512</id><published>2008-03-09T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:20:05.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Lord, driving's so much more fun when Manola's the one "teaching" me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-256730286847128512?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/256730286847128512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=256730286847128512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/256730286847128512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/256730286847128512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/gah.html' title='gah.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-4596707243133215939</id><published>2008-03-09T14:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:26:12.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m a loser'/><title type='text'>We're flying through the night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had 'run, baby, run, don't ever look back' stuck in my head for like two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I assumed it was by Run Kid Run, because the band name and the lyrics are like parallel. [Stupidest logic EVER but whatever.] But it's Check Yes, Juliet by We The Kings, so. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've officially been converted to wearing Vans. Last year and all summer, it was all about the Converse, and now... I only wear my Converse to concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's depressing but whatever. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all I have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what my life's like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-4596707243133215939?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4596707243133215939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=4596707243133215939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4596707243133215939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4596707243133215939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/were-flying-through-night.html' title='We&apos;re flying through the night.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-2439242805925697278</id><published>2008-03-08T15:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:59:25.904-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yahoo music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juvenile'/><title type='text'>it's hard to secretly eat oreos when you're wearing chapstick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Holy shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Occasionally, I check out the &lt;a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/thatsreallyweek/12168/march-3-10-death-britney-and-idol"&gt;'That's Really Weak' music blog on Yahoo! Music&lt;/a&gt;. It's usually boring stuff about Britney Spears and American Idol that I skim through. That's what I did this week, except I read this paragraph:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"First, the infant daughter of rapper Juvenile was tragically gunned down last weekend, allegedly by his babymama's 17-year-old son. Our condolences go out to Juvenile's entire family at this difficult time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; awful. I'm not even kidding... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't even begin to imagine how horrible the family must feel... Or how messed up that 17 year old must be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the reasons I lose faith in society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-2439242805925697278?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2439242805925697278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=2439242805925697278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2439242805925697278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2439242805925697278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-hard-to-secretly-eat-oreos-when.html' title='it&apos;s hard to secretly eat oreos when you&apos;re wearing chapstick'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-2453355535845718372</id><published>2008-03-07T18:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T18:57:17.171-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jordan stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invisible monsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cat empire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Someone Explain Why I Like 18th Century Satire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I just absolutely adore some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And freaking despise others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I just want someone to figure out what's wrong with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do I care so little about so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want a book to read and a CD to import.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to find Invisible Monsters and pick up Two Shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want it to be April, but I don't want to hear about my sister's new "concert experiences."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why am I jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was going to go to a local show tonight, but my friends all bailed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet I still feel like I have plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wish it would rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I like the sounds cars make on the wet pavement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Acoustic guitars &gt; electric guitars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Unless you're like [insert any of the bands I listen to here] or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiredeyes.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Jordan Stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt; is absolutely brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to find his book also, but I get the feeling the little book store a few blocks down won't have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm running out of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;$50 for Mom's birthday present, $10 for my The Cat Empire CD, $20 for a new book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I only have $100... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss the time when that seemed like a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;At least I saved $10 I was going to spend on the cover charge for the local show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I get to keep $10 and write depressing blog entries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Good deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-2453355535845718372?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2453355535845718372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=2453355535845718372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2453355535845718372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2453355535845718372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/someone-explain-why-i-like-18th-century.html' title='Someone Explain Why I Like 18th Century Satire...'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-4114113517365506606</id><published>2008-03-02T23:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:37:51.383-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absolutepunk.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the graduate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>So Here's To Being Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: The City That Reads (Acoustic) by The Graduate&lt;br /&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Reading the last 10 pages of chapter 29 in my history book and sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I'm Also: Playing solitaire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, The City That Reads is my favorite song right now. It's just like brilliance in 4 minutes and 25 seconds. And it was free. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.absolutepunk.net/artists/showlink.php?l=3813&amp;amp;catid=searchresults&amp;amp;searchid=2671145&lt;br /&gt;That's a link to The Graduate's AbsolutePunk profile. They have a link to download the EP there. It's pretty much amazing, so you should check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've downloaded a bunch of free EPs/CDs lately, and I'm pretty happy with all of them. Free music from MySpace and Facebook's pretty awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just on a free music spree at the moment. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want 103 songs right now. I've got no iTunes money, so I'm pretty much going to be waiting until May 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 6 hours, I took 7 and a half pages of notes on chapters 27-29 of my history book [which is effing awful by the way], and I'm STILL not finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the book store so badly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-4114113517365506606?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4114113517365506606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=4114113517365506606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4114113517365506606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4114113517365506606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-heres-to-being-alone.html' title='So Here&apos;s To Being Alone'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-8657773422921104078</id><published>2008-02-27T19:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:38:54.800-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigarettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall out boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='convenience stores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Operator, I Can't Hold Much Longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:80%;"&gt;I was listening to Nobody Puts Baby in The Corner, and my tummy just got warm. Like, happy warm on the inside. Patrick's voice makes so dang happy for no effing reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those sugar cigarettes. Y'know, that candy you buy in convenience stores, with the red tips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate how much music influences my moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quiet now, and I'm sad. Not crying-sad, just calm-sad. It's my default mood or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do my math homework, but I have guitar tomorrow. Wednesday night's the only time I do my math homework at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencils are fun to chew on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm plannin - never mind, I can't do anything this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend, I'm planning on walking to the CD store [with someone maybe? I wonder if I could bring my dog. Does Brent let dogs in there...?] to buy/order a Something Corporate CD. And then I'm going to the bookstore across the street to try to find Invisible Monsters, 'cause I'm a loser and want to read that. I blame Motion City Soundtrack, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;let'sgooncemoredowntothedancefloor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerspace Snap Bracelet is the only whole song I heard by Powerspace on Saturday. I'm glad I left though, 'cause listening to this makes my stomach drop, while their other songs are still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:38%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so so sick of the YouTube community.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I'm typing this in "Edit HTML" mode. God, I miss 8th grade computer class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized the other day that I talk to myself because I want someone to talk to. And that makes me feel so empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had sushi last night, and for about six hours after dinner, I could taste it in my mouth. I should've gone with the shrimp in those california rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I understood the term 'time management' and that my videos turned out the way I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should do math instead of sitting here looking at the blank paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that on CDs, the non-singles are &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; better than the singles...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;heymisterDJyou'vegottaputarecordonyeah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-8657773422921104078?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8657773422921104078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=8657773422921104078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8657773422921104078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8657773422921104078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/operator-i-cant-hold-much-longer.html' title='Operator, I Can&apos;t Hold Much Longer'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-893725480944076997</id><published>2008-02-25T19:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:27:59.167-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jango.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>MUSIC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='height:444px; 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I'm gonna try to see them next time they come [which may be never, but whatever], 'cause yesterday was just bad, and I think that's why I was so angry/disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My back hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;SCHOOL SUCKS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I should be doing homework right now but I'm not. Don't you feel special? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jack's Mannequin and Something Corporate are both really awesome, and I wish I had figured this out earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-9049225781170837048?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9049225781170837048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=9049225781170837048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/9049225781170837048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/9049225781170837048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/overdramatic-kids-internet-youtube.html' title='Overdramatic Kids + Internet = The YouTube Community'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-8881737496019930463</id><published>2008-02-23T22:16:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:46:03.338-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powerspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waste of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powerspace sucks'/><title type='text'>Powerspace Makes Me Want to Kick 11 Year Olds and Cuss People Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Powerspace&lt;/span&gt; fucking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like, they were one of my favorite bands &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I left after &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BAD THINGS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- My heels hurt like fuck from standing on them/tapping my foot for two hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I wasted $15 on a ticket to see them, and $30 for my friends' [who didn't go] tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- The girl I spit on jumped ON my feet about six times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I scuffed my awesome shoes [the converse with like seven signatures].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- This REALLY hairy guy stood in front of me, and I couldn't see anything for like ten minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I learned that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Powerspace&lt;/span&gt; is a band full of fucking losers [for example: they spent like five minutes talking about leaving on the same street as the bands they were touring with, the same block as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; West, and having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;barbecues&lt;/span&gt; with them all].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Simply listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Powerspace&lt;/span&gt; made me want to 1. kick the girl in front of me really hard and 2. cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I smell like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt; smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- People TOUCHED me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I tried to take pictures during the first song [they sucked, but I thought that maybe they'd get better and that I should just take pictures while I waited for them to NOT suck], and the fucking 11 year olds in front of me were all "LET'S HOLD OUR CAMERAS ON OUR HEADS AND TAKE PICTURES EVEN THOUGH WE'RE AT THE VERY FRONT!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I haven't been this mad at people in a really long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I wasted $30 on a hoodie that I'll probably never wear, because Powerspace FUCKING SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Tom WHATEVER dyed his hair BLOND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Whenever a band came on, the 11 year olds would scream for the lead singer or the one they thought was "hott" and NONE of the other guys. It's a BAND, losers. IT'S ABOUT THE MUSIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- My tummy hurt and I honestly thought I was going to vomit about four times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- While I was waiting for Powerspace to come on, I chewed on my water bottle until my mouth tasted like blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- The fucking 11 year olds constantly took pictures of each other and BLINDED THE HELL OUT OF ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I wasted 2 hours and 45 minutes of my LIFE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I honestly just want to punch Alec CWHATEVERYOURNAMESUCKS in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I have one less poster on my wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I'm SWEATY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD THINGS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;merch&lt;/span&gt; guy/tour manager was nice, and he was wearing a This Providence T-shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; I spent 30 fucking dollars on is cool looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I was introduced to/saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fairview&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I got to yell at a girl that hit a woman with a water bottle. ["HEY BITCH, YOU HIT A LADY. I MEAN, LIKE, AN ADULT. NOT COOL. &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; COOL."]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I got to spit on a girl that was friends with the girl that hit the lady with a water bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I took two pictures of the REALLY hairy guy, and he moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got to growl at a guy because he took my spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've deleted Powerspace from my iTunes, my favorite bands section on Facebook, my favorite bands section on YouTube, my favorite bands section on absolutepunk, thrown my phone at the wall, thrown the fucking $30 hoodie at the hangers in my closet, and torn up my ticket and my wristband, I'm contemplating selling The Kicks of Passion back to Brent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he'll take such a sucky CD back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it. It's just too filled with SUCK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-8881737496019930463?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8881737496019930463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=8881737496019930463' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8881737496019930463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8881737496019930463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/powerspace-makes-me-want-to-kick-11.html' title='Powerspace Makes Me Want to Kick 11 Year Olds and Cuss People Out'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-6866072870916203930</id><published>2008-02-23T18:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:10:26.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>eh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: the fan on my laptop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Should Be Doing: texting my friend about the concert tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Also: trying not to cry, trying to decide what to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been waiting for tonight for like two months, and now that it's here, I don't even want to go to the concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I know from experience that concerts by yourself aren't really that fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Today has been long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Birthday party, funeral, concert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll just feel awkward, 'cause I'll be there by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Plus I don't know whether my friends are going to want to do something else tonight, if they need a distraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-6866072870916203930?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6866072870916203930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=6866072870916203930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6866072870916203930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6866072870916203930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/eh.html' title='eh.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-6449540269441549207</id><published>2008-02-17T19:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:19:14.852-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little by little'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='three day weekends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harvey danger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Poop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Bob by NOFX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Sh - It's a 3 day weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Also: Talking to Anna, updating Facebook, and thinking about going to play The Sims 2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Three day weekends officially suck. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was good, but not like "yesterday was so good!" More like a tiny bit better than average. I mean, I got to see Lindsey, so that's cool. And I got to go to one of my favorite events in my city so that was cool. But I wasn't even happy last night like I am when it's been a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harvey Danger's awesome. At least their CD Little by Little is. Well, I haven't listened to all of it yet, but I really like the stuff I have heard. It's free; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harveydanger.com/downloads/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;go download it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; from their site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be worse than today, and today was pretty awful. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom told me earlier "to make the most of the weekend," but I won't. I never do. I always end up doing nothing and wishing I had and sulking and being enormously unhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like I'm never happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I put the songs from The Sims 2 on my iPod and I haven't listened to one of them [Look Alive] since December 28, 2006. Beautiful, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a ton of junk food yesterday and today, but now I want like ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think my parents are worried about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-6449540269441549207?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6449540269441549207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=6449540269441549207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6449540269441549207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6449540269441549207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/poop.html' title='Poop.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-6958253154826442095</id><published>2008-02-16T01:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T01:56:59.919-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brilliance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stomach cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secondhand serenade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kingdom hearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diane wilson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mike park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrimping'/><title type='text'>"Ainslee, Erase That Right Now!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: It's Not Over by Secondhand Serenade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Charging my phone or sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Also: Talking to Allie, yawning, playing Solitaire, hiding from people, writing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm s'posed to go to the mall tomorrow with my buddies. =) I hope we do, 'cause I haven't seen Lindsey and Lauren since before finals. And that sucks. So. Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dang it, I'm going to go charge my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Secondhand Serenade's like my new favorite band, except really not. I've just been listening to slow[er]/calm songs recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I worry about society. There are really good examples of what's wrong with society on YouTube. There are also really good examples of what's awesome about society on YouTube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Umri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some people are just &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; brilliant that it just makes me enormously happy. Those people just make my day. They're usually the hysterically funny people too for some reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Supposed To Be There Too [Mike Park] = Brilliance. The beginning reminds me of a world in Kingdom Hearts. I can't remember which one it is though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Poop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I swear I'm actually like four years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. Sure, breast cancer needs to be cured. BUT so does every other kind of cancer. What about the people with stomach cancer? The ones with tumors in their brains? What do we do with them? Ignore them while we raise money for the people with breast cancer? It's great that the Susan G. Komen for the Cure has raised awareness and money. But seriously. How many times have you heard about lung cancer in the past month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Poof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wegetbyjustfinehereonminimumwage.Ifloveisalabor,I'llslavetilltheend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kelpiewilson.com/archive/diane%20wilson.htm"&gt;Diane Wilson&lt;/a&gt; came to talk to our school the other day. She was interesting to listen to, but I'm not sure I agree. I really don't know much about what she was talking about though, so maybe that's why. Uh. She talked about going on a hunger strike for 4 months, and NOBODY got that. For the next two days, EVERYONE was talking about how it was possible to not eat for four months. Someone said they switched out. Which I think is stupid and not impressive at all. Someone else said they just drank liquids. Which is more impressive unless the liquids are milkshakes and smoothies. Another person said they just ate bread and water. Which is not impressive, because they're still eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eh. I don't understand myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ButI'msotiredofdaysthatfeellikethenight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-6958253154826442095?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6958253154826442095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=6958253154826442095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6958253154826442095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6958253154826442095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/ainslee-erase-that-right-now.html' title='&quot;Ainslee, Erase That Right Now!&quot;'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-7319002349399278775</id><published>2008-02-10T23:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:48:56.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>titles are overrated. so's capitilization.</title><content type='html'>I miss Lindsey and Lauren and Manola all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want biscuits from KFC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-7319002349399278775?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7319002349399278775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=7319002349399278775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7319002349399278775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7319002349399278775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/titles-are-overrated-sos-capitilization.html' title='titles are overrated. so&apos;s capitilization.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-7136003852605696004</id><published>2008-02-10T01:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:41:57.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I say I worry about society, I'm not excluding myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-7136003852605696004?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7136003852605696004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=7136003852605696004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7136003852605696004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7136003852605696004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-i-say-i-worry-about-society-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-638679334869346308</id><published>2008-02-10T01:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:38:59.397-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powerspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the academy is'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenny chesney'/><title type='text'>Living in Fast Forward = Not Fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Class Reunion (That Used to Be Us) by Lonestar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Driver's Ed or Homework or sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Also: Reading fan fiction and backing up the files on my computer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me. Today, I wanted to cry about four times for absolutely no reason. I didn't cry any of the times, but I really wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know when you get into somebody else's car and it just smells different? I want that feeling right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I kind of hate myself this year. And I - I just want to go back to last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I start listening to Kenny Chesney when I kind of want to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm oh-so-jealous of The Academy Is... I just want to hug them all. =( I don't even know why, I'm just like 'YOU'RE MY HERO!' Eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Powerspace in 13 days. I should really figure out what their name's are... *shame*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-638679334869346308?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/638679334869346308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=638679334869346308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/638679334869346308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/638679334869346308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/living-in-fast-forward-not-fun.html' title='Living in Fast Forward = Not Fun.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-568077970462521096</id><published>2008-02-08T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:40:20.134-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='16'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headphones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhaustion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='castor oil'/><title type='text'>What Exactly IS Castor Oil Anyway...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: The fan on my computer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Washing my face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Also: Playing Solitaire, reading fan fiction, and checking my e-mail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anna's sick and didn't come to school today, and Whitney left during lunch, because she has the flu. Anna's not sure what she has, but it's possible she also has the flu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want the flu. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel awful for them both though. Anna sounds absolutely miserable, and Whitney's turning 16 this Sunday. So that seriously sucks, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh... I'm EXHAUSTED right now. Like, I'm half-asleep as I type this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm wearing headphones, but I haven't listened to anything in like five hours...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, in Latin, I learned that castor oil may have been made of stuff from beaver testicles? But maybe not. So, ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. I'm off to wash my face and then I'm gonna try to write a tiny bit and then I'm going to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-568077970462521096?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/568077970462521096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=568077970462521096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/568077970462521096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/568077970462521096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-exactly-is-castor-oil-anyway.html' title='What Exactly IS Castor Oil Anyway...?'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-6431537850784816663</id><published>2008-02-03T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:15:36.104-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='algebra 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flight attendants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemistry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mainstream music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cobra starship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall out boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planes'/><title type='text'>So, Is This What You Wanted? Too Bad, It's What You Got.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Listening to: You're Making It Come Alive by My Favorite Highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I Should Be Doing: B.S.ing my assignment for digital video, studying for my WHAP/Algebra 2 tests, doing Algebra 2 test corrections, doing my Chem problems, &lt;em&gt;sleeping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm Also: Talking to Anna and Whitney, wishing YouTube would load, trying not to cry, and missing Allie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I kind of hate life right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've sworn off all mainstream music that I don't already know about. [I'm still gonna listen to FOB, but I'm not going to check out Cobra Starship or any new bands.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't talk about music to anyone. Ever. It only leads to crappy crappy situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Plane rides suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So does digital video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm getting really sick of everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every single one of my classes is pointless. Seriously. I can't think of ONE thing I'll actually use EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guitar class has become more like a therapy session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate crying, but I've done it so much this year... I miss last year so much it's not even funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate musically diverse people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend was awful, &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt; because we had Friday off. I just slept through it and then went to the airport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Complete crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want three CDs, and I'm going to have to walk down to the CD store alone to order them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I spent the last of my iTunes money on Thursday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The more I think about it, the worse I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I should stop thinking. I mean, that's how I got through two funerals in two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go to my concert. I'll be hanging out with two of my best friends and seeing one of my favorite bands all at once, so it should be good. It better be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of feeling so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom blames everything on my dad, but... I don't think that's the problem. I like my dad better than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was I so happy last year? I don't even remember being happy before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Hot Chili Peppers suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - I need to do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how to correct Algebra 2, do any of the Chem problems I have left, B.S. digital video, or study for history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalker flight attendants are really scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-6431537850784816663?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6431537850784816663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=6431537850784816663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6431537850784816663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6431537850784816663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-is-this-what-you-wanted-too-bad-its.html' title='So, Is This What You Wanted? Too Bad, It&apos;s What You Got.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-4214422168387690901</id><published>2008-02-02T00:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T01:59:48.110-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the used'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brilliance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='velvet revolver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alt key'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='views'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absolutepunk.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetic tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feedback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stickers'/><title type='text'>Where's the Fan Remote When You Need It? *mental breakdown*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm Listening to: ...But What Will They Say? by This Providence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm Also: Playing Solitaire, reading fanfiction, and replying to comments on my YouTube videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vWH3B1YIY-s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;one video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; with 49,487 views at the moment. It also has 205 comments. It's been up for about a year and two months, and I'm still getting comments on it... It's kinda annoying, but hey, at least people are watching it, right? xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love getting feedback on my videos, especially from insanely brilliant people. Seriously, man. I didn't know people were these dang awesome. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's refreshing to find people that don't use capitalization/punctation AND are actually intelligent. It's amazing, actually. Restores my faith in society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My alt key's falling off still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think Slash is overrated, and I'm addicted to absolutepunk.net. Even though I don't post. I just read the forums... Sad? Oh yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My sisters just came in, covered me with circular stickers, and then left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the dreams I've had lately, I text my friend Lauren. It's weird. Maybe I feel like texting her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2:27 - 2:36 of Poetic Tragedy is BRILLIANT. I ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ugh. I can't stop saying brilliant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-4214422168387690901?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4214422168387690901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=4214422168387690901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4214422168387690901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4214422168387690901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/wheres-fan-remote-when-you-need-it.html' title='Where&apos;s the Fan Remote When You Need It? *mental breakdown*'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-1354665101843571741</id><published>2008-02-01T00:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:03:18.985-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cobra starship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sideburns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nofx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack&apos;s mannequin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie bands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic at the Disco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smileys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nine in the afternoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itunes'/><title type='text'>Bang, Bang, Shoot 'Em Up, Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: 30 seconds of Nine in the Afternoon by Panic! at the Disco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Washing my face, changing into pajamas, and going to bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm Also: Wishing my lips weren't so chapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to read, but I feel like I never have time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's great, because I can't figure out how to buy Panic!'s new single, so I'm listening to like the preview. *dull look* I'm just like clicking 'Nine in the Afternoon - Single' like a billion times and it keeps taking me to the album pre-order page. Go die, iTunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm STARVING for some reason. Seriously. It's not like I didn't eat dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry, NOFX, I can't afford your song right now. I promise I'll buy it later. Maybe. I lied. I can afford it. But now I kind of want to buy The Mixed Tape by Jack's Mannequin instead of Bob by NOFX. Ah well. GAWD, iTUNES! MUST YOU BE SO STUPID!? Just buy the freaking songs. *pout* ... I've been sitting here messing with iTunes for like 40 minutes, and I can't effing buy the songs. FINALLY. Apple's pretty screwed up, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYWAY. Today, this guy with crazy sideburns and long hair that my parents randomly know [...?] thought my brother was a girl. It was SERIOUSLY HILARIOUS. Though Hunter was NOT happy. =) I think he heard me and my sister laughing when he was leaving and he came back to apologize and was all "It's cool that you have long hair." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh. Yeah. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*gasp!* Only 2 smileys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hopefully I'm getting better at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm trying to get into smaller bands [yeah, again], so I looked at what lists of 'indie bands.' There were a few I was like "Uh, not indie" and a few I was like "GOD THIS SUCKS," but I'm not very far in, and there've been at least three good ones. So. Maybe it'll get easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the bands didn't sell their songs on iTunes, and it's not on Limewire, so I dunno where to get it, and I like it. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Three smileys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The title's Anna's fault, because I keep buying Cobra Starship's random singles. They're just that amazing. Well, the ones I've listened to. Which isn't many. But she loves the band, so I'm assuming they're that amazing. Yeah. Uh. *dances*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-1354665101843571741?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1354665101843571741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=1354665101843571741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/1354665101843571741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/1354665101843571741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/bang-bang-shoot-em-up-yeah.html' title='Bang, Bang, Shoot &apos;Em Up, Yeah'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-7443022737156392534</id><published>2008-01-28T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:31:38.762-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a little less sixteen candles a little more touch me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall out boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sherwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itunes'/><title type='text'>"Next Time You Be The Bait!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: For the Longest Time by Sherwood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Should Be Doing: ENGLISH! AND CHEM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Also: ... Doing nothing, actually.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I skipped a song on iTunes when it's minimized to my start bar, right? Okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm waiting for the song. And waiting. And waiting. I can faintly hear crickets, and I'm thinking "WTF?" [I'm overusing that now. *whine*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, just as I'm about to maximize the window and figure out what song it is, I hear this loud roaring noise. And screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;THANK YOU, FALL OUT BOY. I BOUGHT YOUR EFFING MUSIC VIDEO FOR $1.99, AND YOU FREAK ME OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;GAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As much as I love the music video for A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me, I wish it wouldn't RANDOMLY play on my iTunes. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-7443022737156392534?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7443022737156392534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=7443022737156392534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7443022737156392534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/7443022737156392534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/next-time-you-be-bait.html' title='&quot;Next Time You Be The Bait!&quot;'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-1497450719815077322</id><published>2008-01-27T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:57:11.793-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water bottles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this providence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHOP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the higher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accomplishment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this providence is amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smileys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motion city soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the reign of kindo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honda civic tour'/><title type='text'>Sundays Suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: When I'm With You by Simple Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Showering.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Also: TRYING DESPERATELY TO PLAN TO GO TO HCT IN A CITY AN HOUR AWAY, checking Facebook, and surfing songsmeaning.net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parents out of town + waking up at like 1 PM + IHOP + driving by a bridge 3 times to see if the guys standing next to it were in This Providence + playing tic tac toe on a water bottle while Reign of Kindo played + discovering The Higher + seeing and meeting This Providence + "You're shoes are filled with goodness" = amazingly awesome day. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This happened back in November, by the way. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's oh-so-possible I may get to see Motion City Soundtrack after all. AND THAT'D BE SO FLIPPING AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you, Anna's parents. SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I actually finished my homework before 8 today! THAT'S LIKE A HUGE ACCOMPLISHMENT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm trying not to over use smileys, 'cause I do that SOOO much. Like every other sentence. I'm addicted! *sobsob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-1497450719815077322?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1497450719815077322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=1497450719815077322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/1497450719815077322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/1497450719815077322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/sundays-suck.html' title='Sundays Suck'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-1018326189961772370</id><published>2008-01-25T18:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:36:18.424-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this providence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everybody hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this providence is amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chewing gum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent show'/><title type='text'>I’m So Tired of Days That Feel Like the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to: Love Song by Sara &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bareilles&lt;/span&gt; [that's hard to spell.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Nothing, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm Also: Chewing gum, reading Sims 2 stories, playing Solitaire, wishing I had more acoustic songs, and moping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today kind of sucked for the most part, and now my stomach's bothering me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe it's the gum... I'm also like crazy tired for some reason, and my head hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a talent show today. We were required to go, but I didn't mind 'cause I thought it'd be neat. Unfortunately, every act wasn't really that neat. Actually, it's more just that there was at least one thing wrong with each. [One of them couldn't sing, they messed up the lyrics, the drums were too loud, etc.] I'm kind of ashamed of how talentless our school is, especially since there really weren't very many acts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I checked out Everybody Hurts from the school library [though I have NO idea why they even had it...?], so that was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh. Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This Providence = love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-1018326189961772370?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1018326189961772370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=1018326189961772370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/1018326189961772370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/1018326189961772370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-so-tired-of-days-that-feel-like.html' title='I’m So Tired of Days That Feel Like the Night'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-3570930261144918763</id><published>2008-01-25T00:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:00:49.151-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hush sound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phantom planet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic at the Disco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motion city soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honda civic tour'/><title type='text'>HONDA CIVIC TOUR = SUCK!!!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate the people that schedule the Honda Civic Tour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;EVERYONE SKIPS MY CITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd pay $200 a ticket to see The Hush Sound AND Motion City Soundtrack [!] AND Panic! at the Disco [I refuse to drop the !.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I refuse to buy Panic!'s new album, because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I honestly cried for almost an hour when I saw the tour dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And you suck, Phantom Planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-3570930261144918763?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3570930261144918763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=3570930261144918763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/3570930261144918763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/3570930261144918763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/honda-civic-tour-suck.html' title='HONDA CIVIC TOUR = SUCK!!!.'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-628393515973768730</id><published>2008-01-24T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:21:48.216-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rebel without a cause'/><title type='text'>Rebel Without a Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I took notes when I watched Rebel Without a Cause because I have to write a movie review. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;HERE THEY ARE BECAUSE I WANT TO UPDATE MY BLOG BUT DON'T WANT TO TYPE UP AN ENTRY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;-         Jerky panning&lt;br /&gt;-         Music – very dramatic&lt;br /&gt;-         Random parts, that didn’t seem necessary [like sneeze in planetarium]&lt;br /&gt;-         Some of the audio seemed weird or off or something&lt;br /&gt;-         Continuity issues (untucked shirt, then tucked shirt, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;-         Interesting to see two sides of the story/the stories of Jim and Judy&lt;br /&gt;-         Some cuts seemed too soon or too quick; seems like it cut some of the audio off&lt;br /&gt;-         Don’t understand what’s up with the kid that likes to comb his hair... [name?] – OH. HE’S JOHN! I’M SUCH AN IDIOT!!! HE’S THE KID THAT SHOT THE PUPPIES!!! – he’s also a creepy stalker. – his nickname’s Plato&lt;br /&gt;-         Insanely confused&lt;br /&gt;-         Scream when Buzz went off the cliff seemed fake&lt;br /&gt;-         The upside down shot when Jim was lying upside down on the couch was kind of awesome&lt;br /&gt;-         Seemed like Jim was kind of throwing temper tantrums&lt;br /&gt;-         Seemed too echoey in the living/family room&lt;br /&gt;-         THE CHICKEN FREAKED ME OUT.&lt;br /&gt;-         Why aren’t the parents like “Why are all these people asking about my son...?”&lt;br /&gt;-         Judy, John, Jim – they all start with J. Why?&lt;br /&gt;-         Why did Plato shoot the puppies?&lt;br /&gt;-         Judy got over Buzz WAAAAY too quickly; like, if my boyfriend just died, I don’t think I’d be all “LET’S GO TO AN ABANDONED HOUSE WITH THIS GUY I MET THIS MORNING AND CUDDLE AND LAUGH AND PRETEND TO BE NEWLYWEDS THAT WANT TO BUY A HOUSE.”&lt;br /&gt;-         AUDIO = WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;-         Abandoned house reminds me of Sunset Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;-         Plato’s a little too weird... Like he’s creepy... O.o He’s all “I’M GOING TO STALK JIM BECAUSE I WANT TO MARRY HIM. HE’S SO DREAMY.”&lt;br /&gt;-         And what’s with Plato falling asleep on the ground...? In like five seconds?&lt;br /&gt;-         I love how right when they leave Plato asleep outside, Judy’s friends show up.&lt;br /&gt;-         Honestly, Judy, you’ve only known him for a day. What’s wrong with you...? Didn’t your boyfriend like JUST die? LIKE FIVE SECONDS AGO!?! WHY ARE YOU FLIRTING WITH JIM!? I know it’s a movie, but COME ON.&lt;br /&gt;-         You don’t love Jim. Honestly. Just shut the fuzz up. You’re just in denial, and want to love someone because your dad hates you.&lt;br /&gt;-         That’d be so scary to wake up to... It’s like “AH GORILLA MAN! AND THAT GUY WITH THE UGLY HAT! AND THE GUY WHO’S EYEBROWS DON’T MATCH!”&lt;br /&gt;-         The music hurts my ears.&lt;br /&gt;-         Dive, Plato, DIIIIIIIIVE. GUN!? WHY THE FRICK DID YOU KEEP THE FRICKING GUN?&lt;br /&gt;-         Where’d Judy and Jim go...? Weren’t they like right there?&lt;br /&gt;-         I don’t know why you wouldn’t look under the table. Don’t shoot them, Jim. They didn’t do anything to you. Okay, lie. They did. But still.&lt;br /&gt;-         “Let’s clobber someone with this candlestick!”&lt;br /&gt;-         Who’s crying? Is it Plato, because it sounds like Judy...&lt;br /&gt;-         I don’t get the ‘Support For Son’ thing that Plato found.&lt;br /&gt;-         Plato + gun = VERY BAD.&lt;br /&gt;-         When he shot Crunch [name?] it was such a WEIRD fall... REALLY fake.&lt;br /&gt;-         Plato obviously wants Jim to take the place of his dad and that’s why he’s like “WHY’D YOU LEAVE ME!? YOU’RE NOT MY FATHER!”&lt;br /&gt;-         Let’s roll in the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;-         THE HOUSE TOTALLY REMINDS ME OF SUNSET BOULEVARD.&lt;br /&gt;-         Stop shooting the police, man...&lt;br /&gt;-         More bush rolling.&lt;br /&gt;-         I’m having too much fun with this.&lt;br /&gt;-         “The police are after us, so let’s make out!”&lt;br /&gt;-         Plato &lt;3s Jim.&lt;br /&gt;-         He’s trying to make them his family? SERIOUSLY MAN THEY – LOL! HE’S ALL “BE MY MOMMY AND DADDY! I’M A PSYCHO!”&lt;br /&gt;-         I bet Plato dies in the end.&lt;br /&gt;-         Y’all like breaking windows.&lt;br /&gt;-         I love that they all just jump in the bushes. It’s amazing. It’s like “I have to hide, let’s JUMP!!!”&lt;br /&gt;-         I hate Jim’s parents. And Judy’s. I like that you never see Plato’s.&lt;br /&gt;-         DRAMATIC IRONY. “There’s some other kids in trouble.” OH YEAH, BUT THEY’RE YOUR KIDS. xD&lt;br /&gt;-         Aw, I feel bad for Plato’s nanny or whatever she is. She’s worried about him. =(&lt;br /&gt;-         “Come out” of the closet, Plato.&lt;br /&gt;-         “That’s my son!” HAHAHAHA. “HOLD YOUR FIRE!” “ARE YOU SURE!?” “I think I know my son.”&lt;br /&gt;-         I don’t like Judy’s hair.&lt;br /&gt;-         Shoot ‘im, Plato. “You can shoot me if you want to. Okay?” HI-LARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;-         “I’ve got a gun.” “Yeah, I knowww...” ... “How are you?” “Fine.” “That’s fine.” “Jim? Do you think the end of the world will come at nighttime?” “Mmmnn. At dawn. Come on, hehe, where are you? Whatcha hidin’ for?” SHOOT JIM, PLATO.&lt;br /&gt;-         I don’t like this. Plato’s a psycho.&lt;br /&gt;-         Aw, Plato. You look like Josh from Drake and Josh.&lt;br /&gt;-         Plato seems a ton younger than Jim. He’s like those puppies that he shot.&lt;br /&gt;-         OH COME ON. BACK TO THE BEGINNING. HE KEEPS TRYING TO GIVE PLATO HIS JACKET.&lt;br /&gt;-         “Can I keep it?” – WEIRDEST THING EVER. WHY IS HE STROKING IT?&lt;br /&gt;-         Shoot him.&lt;br /&gt;-         *hugs the gun* “No, I need it.”&lt;br /&gt;-         “You promised to give it back.” – CREEPO.&lt;br /&gt;-         “Every one of them wants to see that you’re safe.”&lt;br /&gt;-         Why? HAHAHA. I’m a bad person. :&lt;br /&gt;-         THAT MAKES A SMILEY!? WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;-         God, Plato is a LITTLE KID. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;-         The slow motion when Plato got shot fit really well...&lt;br /&gt;-         That’s one sucky first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;-         Plato has his shoe on the foot with the blue sock and then it switches when you see the close up. CONTINUITY!&lt;br /&gt;-         I love how a kid had to die to get his dad to be strong for his son. :&lt;br /&gt;-         He’s dead, innit he?&lt;br /&gt;-         AW! His nanny/housekeeper lady!&lt;br /&gt;-         The police suck. =(&lt;br /&gt;-         Why does Judy care more about Plato than her boyfriend? I mean, it was sad, but STILL.&lt;br /&gt;-         And why are the parents smiling!?&lt;br /&gt;-         I like that the whole thing took place in like 24 hours. Well, a little more than that, but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-628393515973768730?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/628393515973768730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=628393515973768730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/628393515973768730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/628393515973768730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/rebel-without-cause.html' title='Rebel Without a Cause'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-6618608028344688764</id><published>2008-01-21T23:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:41:20.498-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macbeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot topic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hold me down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motion city soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mitch clem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='itunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honda civic tour'/><title type='text'>Cats are Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Even If It Kills Me by Motion City Soundtrack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Reading Act 4 of Macbeth or SLEEPING!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Also: Talking to Allie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Hot Topic I go to smells like babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was looking at a magazine in Hot Topic with my friends, and I saw a little comic [like one panel] in the corner, and I automatically thought "That looks like Mitch Clem's comics!" And then I looked for the artist name and it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; Mitch Clem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then I realized that I have absolutely &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; life. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My friends and I spent like 6-7 hours at the mall today, and my legs HURT SO BADLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though I don't know if I can even go to the HCT, I've been listening to my MCS playlist OVER AND OVER, 'cause I want to memorize all the words to all the songs. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'retheemptinessthewholeworldsingsatnight... [Hold Me Down - Motion City Soundtrack]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love them more than I should. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-6618608028344688764?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6618608028344688764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=6618608028344688764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6618608028344688764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/6618608028344688764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/cats-are-stupid.html' title='Cats are Stupid'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-8928783107119395845</id><published>2008-01-20T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:04:05.339-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hush sound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the higher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driver&apos;s ed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secondhand serenade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the format'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calm songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powerspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funerals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='softball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honda civic tour'/><title type='text'>Why Can't I Trust Anyone - No, Not Even Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: I Wanna Do It All by Terri Clark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Driver's Ed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Also: Wishing I was hanging out/laughing with my friends, wondering why I think about TAI... so much, being thirsty, playing solitaire, writing crud that's pretty dang awful, and waiting for someone to talk to me on Yahoo! Messenger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Super Bowl tickets range from $4,000 to $8,000. I had no idea they cost that much. I wish my sister didn't have softball tryouts, 'cause the Packers are playing and that's my dad's favorite team. He says seeing us is better than football, but I still feel awful and angry at my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uhm. I want to buy Interventions and Lullabies by The Format and Like Vines by The Hush Sound and some CD by Cobra Starship. I need more money, especially since I'm planning on buying at least two tickets to the HONDA CIVIC TOUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I forgot to lend Manola my Powerspace CD and give her back The Higher's CD that she bought but I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My bangs are bothering me. I want a haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My laptop's burning my leg right through my jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, another song lyric I wish I wrote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We may suffer together, but we all die alone."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I was happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Funerals are awful, and so are the quiet car rides home. Especially when you're leaving family that you won't see again until someone else dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Secondhand Serenade is my new favorite band. Except not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But they make up a good portion of my 'Calm Songs' playlist, and I've noticed that I've been listening to that more than anything else recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-8928783107119395845?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8928783107119395845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=8928783107119395845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8928783107119395845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8928783107119395845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-cant-i-trust-anyone-no-not-even-me.html' title='Why Can&apos;t I Trust Anyone - No, Not Even Me?'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-8690940592678717920</id><published>2008-01-18T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T00:00:13.411-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cat empire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='softball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motion city soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super bowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artistic talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Bass = Fishies or Guitars?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Beer by Psychostick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Working on Driver's Ed/Nothing. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Also: Talking to Allie, reading Sims 2 stories, playing Solitaire, and happydancing because I finally tell the difference between Jesse and Matt from MCS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't get why people think I can write... Or why they think I'm creative, or have artistic talent, or any of that crud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I can't write, and I'm not creative, and I don't have artistic talent. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But people insist on like pretending I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Cat Empire's Australian and therefore awesome. xP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go to the mall for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think my dad's missing the Super Bowl so my babysitter doesn't have to take my sister to softball tryouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;GO ME. I know who's who in Motion City Soundtrack before. Woo. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It only took me like four days of looking at pictures. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-8690940592678717920?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8690940592678717920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=8690940592678717920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8690940592678717920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/8690940592678717920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/bass-fishies-or-guitars.html' title='Bass = Fishies or Guitars?'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-4497317872696332704</id><published>2008-01-17T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T23:24:11.884-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water bottles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='algebra 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cobra starship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ozarka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this providence is amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic'/><title type='text'>Go, Go, Go to the Next Stateline</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eListening to: Given Up by Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Sleeping since I haven't gone to bed before midnight at all this week, and doing my Algebra 2 homework since I have 10 insanely long problems left&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Also: Wondering where I put my watch when I took it off after my shower and hoping one of my friends will be awesome enough to print out my English questions for me in the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, what the heck's up with Ozarka's "Eco-Shape Bottle?" I know it's been like this for over a year, but seriously, man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Our bottle looks and feels different because it is purposely designed with an average of 30% less plastic* to be easier on the environment. We can all make a difference, please recycle." [*Versus comparable size, leading beverage brands.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will it make a difference if we don't recycle? Like, seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I hate the "new" look. It annoys me. It's always falling out of the pocket for water bottles on my backpack and it just looks stupid. Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. =) Uhm. I have to go see Brent. I was gonna go today but it gets dark so quickly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I HATE GRAPHING. SO OBNOXIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not like we'll ever use Algebra 2. *face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can see us using Algebra 1 and Geometry, but the second Algebra = no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do I like these three songs by Cobra Starship so much...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The title's from Eighty-Eights by Farewell. They're pretty awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-4497317872696332704?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4497317872696332704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=4497317872696332704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4497317872696332704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/4497317872696332704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/go-go-go-to-next-stateline.html' title='Go, Go, Go to the Next Stateline'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7678580997084910796.post-2974501360988968440</id><published>2008-01-16T18:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:19:39.391-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ap world history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antimatter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby noises'/><title type='text'>Antimatter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: The fan on my laptop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Should Be Doing: Reading Act 3 of Macbeth, reading 50 pages of crud about Augustus for Latin, reading two chapters for WHAP, doing my Algebra 2 homework&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Also: Checking my e-mail and playing solitaire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. We were in the library on the computers today in my history class, and my friend Allie went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; [instead of planning her timed writing like she was supposed to be doing. xD I didn't do mine either...] She said something about really liking that one of the featured articles was called "Clowns 'Universally Disliked' by Children." There were a few other articles, including one called "4 Factors That Make a Man Want To Marry." We were joking around and told her to click on that. She did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what came up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/R46cKgMvKVI/AAAAAAAAADk/vbCU7hxkFl8/s1600-h/antimatter.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156230327641778514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 469px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="404" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/R46cKgMvKVI/AAAAAAAAADk/vbCU7hxkFl8/s400/antimatter.bmp" width="546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four factors that make a man want to marry:&lt;br /&gt;1. Antimatter&lt;br /&gt;2. Antimatter&lt;br /&gt;3. Antimatter&lt;br /&gt;4. Antimatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is hilarious. xD Also, I Googled 'baby noises' while we were there. Try it. The second link is a "Baby Noises Soundboard" and I find it hilarious for some reason. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;[What's up with the color? It came out black and wouldn't show up so I had to change it to gray...?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently my friend's CD came in a day early, because Brent left me a voicemail saying it came in today, but it wasn't s'posed to be there till tomorrow...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7678580997084910796-2974501360988968440?l=chopchopmoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2974501360988968440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7678580997084910796&amp;postID=2974501360988968440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2974501360988968440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7678580997084910796/posts/default/2974501360988968440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopchopmoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/antimatter.html' title='Antimatter?'/><author><name>ainslee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15219826494093106919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/S7lLpG-U8HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tbuyaeP_79w/S220/IMG_0346.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WrpCMA_RP9E/R46cKgMvKVI/AAAAAAAAADk/vbCU7hxkFl8/s72-c/antimatter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
