<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:42:22.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memor illa dies</title><subtitle type='html'>Remember these days</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-4235559156282084069</id><published>2009-08-07T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:29:58.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TUMBLR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;http://www.mementoxliz.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not you, it's me.... actually it's you.&lt;br /&gt;Blogger controls and dashboards are too difficult for me to use.&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr, however, is much easier.&lt;br /&gt;FAREWELL BLOGSPOT&lt;br /&gt;You shall be missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9064156661476574656-4235559156282084069?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/4235559156282084069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/08/tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/4235559156282084069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/4235559156282084069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/08/tumblr.html' title='TUMBLR'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-1526066967560231826</id><published>2009-08-07T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:14:03.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.amctv.com/future-of-classic/ferris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 244px;" src="http://blogs.amctv.com/future-of-classic/ferris.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;R.I.P. John Hughes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9064156661476574656-1526066967560231826?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/1526066967560231826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/08/r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/1526066967560231826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/1526066967560231826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/08/r.html' title=''/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-2449145943400430335</id><published>2009-08-07T00:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:07:51.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SnvgbFN0QoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kobt-5EFGo4/s1600-h/pool2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SnvgbFN0QoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kobt-5EFGo4/s320/pool2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367130136803295874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You should love your body. You're going to be young only once so you should show it off before you get old and saggy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sandra Damian&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064156661476574656-2449145943400430335?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/2449145943400430335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-should-love-your-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/2449145943400430335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/2449145943400430335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-should-love-your-body.html' title=''/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SnvgbFN0QoI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kobt-5EFGo4/s72-c/pool2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-508972520258634144</id><published>2009-08-04T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:10:36.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nickelodeon got rid of their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPLAT&lt;/span&gt; logo. That channel was the next best thing to Cartoon Network late night with all the cartoons before they changed it. Bubbly letter BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got a lovely comment from Ms. Amy Vo. It made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Snf3LviBnFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/S37bO7I_eIQ/s1600-h/comment.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 72px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Snf3LviBnFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/S37bO7I_eIQ/s400/comment.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366029262145035346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one said you have to be either one or the other/this or that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just because people listen to bands like All Time Low, The Maine, A Rocket To The Moon, doesn't mean that they don't listen to bands like blessthefall, A Skylit Drive, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and A Day To Remember.&lt;br /&gt;Give people some credit. Geeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-NOTHING PERSONAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't like the combination of those bands together, but I'm just saying that just because you listen to one type of music, doesn't meant that you don't listen to another genre of music. People shouldn't be put into one category and be expected to stay within that category. It's like dating, you shouldn't date the same type of people every time.&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/9064156661476574656-508972520258634144?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/508972520258634144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/08/nickelodeon-got-rid-of-their-splat-logo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/508972520258634144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/508972520258634144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/08/nickelodeon-got-rid-of-their-splat-logo.html' title=''/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Snf3LviBnFI/AAAAAAAAAH8/S37bO7I_eIQ/s72-c/comment.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-4759787657514929457</id><published>2009-08-04T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:49:24.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made up//make up</title><content type='html'>I think that everything that happened this weekend totally made up for not going to the MCR show on Friday/Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Reel Big Fish again on Sunday! :D&lt;br /&gt;This band called The Supervillians that opened for them, but I can't find their myspace. They were kinda reggae and ska and alternative together and I really liked them. When they first came out,  I thought they were metal because they had a Metal Mulisha-esque backdrop and they came out to black metal. Can't say I didn't hang on for dear life preparing for major beat downs. But no, they came out with trumpets and what nots and their drummer did lead vocals and resembled Max Bemis and Frank Iero if they had a baby together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I got kicked hard in the back of my head with a lady crowd surfer wearing stilletto boots. Don't wear stillettos to a show please; esspecially not to crowd surf. Aaron pranced around stage prancing and doing his cliche` rockstar moves. Cracked jokes about the other bandmates and made obscene comments. They played S.R. to show that they were the MASTERS! MASTERS! of all musical stylings. Indeed they are. I think punk-rock turned the crowd most violent; even more than the death metal. Surprsing, I know. They had a guest guitarist come out on stage to play a song. He looked like Tommy Lee gave Nick Wheeler a make over. (He is the one with the stripes and blue)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was a cute asian boy my age smashed up to me from behind. Being infront of him made up for being stuck behind a large mom who freaked out about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE WAS MATT WONG??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SnfzlFN2x_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/7_GvvwEpT1k/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SnfzlFN2x_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/7_GvvwEpT1k/s200/DSC00621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366025299416238066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SnfujeOCQbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HPHUa4eB_fM/s1600-h/DSC00638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SnfujeOCQbI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HPHUa4eB_fM/s200/DSC00638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366019774209999282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SnfvWP5kGqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JdYagee_fpw/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SnfvWP5kGqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JdYagee_fpw/s200/DSC00645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366020646539369122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Snf0IWE5DVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/65lL0z9cwG8/s1600-h/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Snf0IWE5DVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/65lL0z9cwG8/s200/DSC00634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366025905237462354" 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/9064156661476574656-4759787657514929457?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/4759787657514929457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/08/made-upmake-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/4759787657514929457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/4759787657514929457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/08/made-upmake-up.html' title='Made up//make up'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SnfzlFN2x_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/7_GvvwEpT1k/s72-c/DSC00621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-8931344447256492937</id><published>2009-08-01T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:21:27.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't handle situations well under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZev4cC7Qzg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZev4cC7Qzg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite what people say, I still think that the cover is better than the original by Queen&amp;amp;David Bowe. MCR&amp;amp;The Used is more up-beat. But never the less, it's a great song done by two great bands, covered by two also great bands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064156661476574656-8931344447256492937?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/8931344447256492937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-handle-situations-well-under.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/8931344447256492937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/8931344447256492937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-handle-situations-well-under.html' title=''/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-1234358041074783507</id><published>2009-07-30T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:22:46.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SnIpEtxzNWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PHjHPstHn8Y/s1600-h/hooka.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SnIpEtxzNWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PHjHPstHn8Y/s200/hooka.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364395267136370018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin invited me to go hookah last night. But then the question of age came up, then it was a no. Just 2 1/2 years away from legal years.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know there's a hookah place in Philly that doesn't check ID bfore 10?&lt;br /&gt;That's crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064156661476574656-1234358041074783507?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/1234358041074783507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-cousin-invited-me-to-go-hookah-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/1234358041074783507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/1234358041074783507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-cousin-invited-me-to-go-hookah-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SnIpEtxzNWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PHjHPstHn8Y/s72-c/hooka.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-2167715070855186900</id><published>2009-07-30T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T03:11:15.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been super proud of myself. I've been super chill, which is a good change since I'm usually stressing out about something or I'm really tired. Now, I'm going with the flow, kicked back and I'm not tired all the time. MY BAGS ARE DISAPPEARING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: normal;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SnFpcwNqTxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/d5lzaM9uOfU/s1600-h/07-29-09_2335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SnFpcwNqTxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/d5lzaM9uOfU/s200/07-29-09_2335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364184573874425618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt; - This is milk tea boba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;This is milk tea boba from a place called A.U. (AY YOU) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;This is milk tea boba from a place called A.U. in San Gaberial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;This is milk tea boba from a place called A.U. in San Gaberial that Kristy drove us to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is milk tea boba from a place called A.U. in San Gaberial that Kristy drove us to at 11 o'clock PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;We are HxC boba drinkers. We're willing to go the distance. Haha .... or we're just bored out of our minds on a Wednesday night and with access to a car. And we almost got into a fender bender going 80+ MPH on the 405 coming back from LAX. Thanks Kristy for making that swerve in the nick of time. Holy.... now that I think about this. I think that milk tea I had earlier is having some sort of affect on me. I feel... really good, like I turned over a new leaf. O_O. That boba was amazingly good btw. Either its laced with crack-cocaine, ancient Chinese voodoo magic, or that had a SHIT-TON of caffine in it. Because I only feel like this when I'm artifically hyped, and milk-tea doesn't usually do this to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;----------------------------------  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px; font-style: italic;" id="127"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;deadxmcr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (2:23:26 AM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span absz="10" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;if we won another pair of tickets and there was an extra guest spot would you be able to take it? or would you still have to go with someone your mom trusts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px; font-style: italic;" id="129"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Its CAPTAIN Liz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (2:23:55 AM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 27, 81);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;"  &gt;actually, nah. i kinda don't wanna go anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px; font-style: italic;" id="130"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;deadxmcr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (2:24:04 AM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span absz="10" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px; font-style: italic;" id="131"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Its CAPTAIN Liz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (2:24:38 AM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 27, 81);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;"  &gt;because i got all hyped up and then i ended up getting dissed by the website got me all 'eh whatevahz' about the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px; font-style: italic;" id="132"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Its CAPTAIN Liz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (2:25:08 AM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 27, 81);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;"  &gt;i go to shows all the time, and this weekend i'm going to manhattan beach to kick back. which i've never been to before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px; font-style: italic;" id="133"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;deadxmcr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (2:26:38 AM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span absz="10" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;aw. well then i hope you have fun doing that! you handled that disappointment way better than any of us would have, hah. but like i keep thinking... these shows would be cool but my chem will be around in a couple months anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px; font-style: italic;" id="135"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(215, 51, 6);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Its CAPTAIN Liz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (2:27:33 AM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 27, 81);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;"  &gt;the (MCR)rmy taught me optimism and i thought i should use it to the best of my abilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px; font-style: italic;" id="136"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 5px 4px -5px; padding: 0px 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;deadxmcr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (2:28:00 AM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span absz="10" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;yeah, i saw that you posted that on the boards, and it's really true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I try to keep my head held high because I'm afraid of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned to not take shit up the ass because it's going to bite you when it comes back around. It's called KARMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Holy.... now that I think about this. I think that milk tea I had earlier is having some sort of affect on me. I feel... really good, like I turned over a new leaf. O_O. That boba was amazingly good btw. Either its laced with crack-cocaine, ancient Chinese voodoo magic, or that had a SHIT-TON of caffine in it. Because I only feel like this when I'm artifically hyped, and milk-tea doesn't usually do this to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/9064156661476574656-2167715070855186900?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/2167715070855186900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/lately-ive-been-super-proud-of-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/2167715070855186900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/2167715070855186900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/lately-ive-been-super-proud-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SnFpcwNqTxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/d5lzaM9uOfU/s72-c/07-29-09_2335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-6468952210491585288</id><published>2009-07-28T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:25:16.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnage</title><content type='html'>I almost had a heart attack when I checked my email this morning. A guest and I are invited to go see My Chemical Romance do a special "secret" performance at the Roxy on Sunset Blvd. this Friday/Saturday for free. I love the MCRmy even more now. :,) The email made my week. The show will make my YEAR. Felt like I just died and went to heaven....again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KSwptm5v1wg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KSwptm5v1wg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much winnage. I didn't confirm my invitation soon enough so all the spots are taken up. Oh well, Denise and I not going is not the end of the world. The two of us not being there just means that someone on the MCRmy and their guest gets to take our spot. It's not that bad, don't worry about it. :]&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to who ever is going! Have fun! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064156661476574656-6468952210491585288?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/6468952210491585288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/winnage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/6468952210491585288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/6468952210491585288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/winnage.html' title='Winnage'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-9098048390935613384</id><published>2009-07-26T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:53:20.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Additions</title><content type='html'>Today, I hung out with the mains. Our intentions were to watch HP5 and we did but we snuck into Public Enemies and it kinda sucked. Afterwards, we walked around then went to the Simon dTour area to watch Hoobastank. Haha yes, we went to another Simon dTour Live show :]&lt;br /&gt;We only knew one song from Hoobastank but we just wanted to watch them anyways. Hey, its free music and a free show, why would you give that shit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we got picked up, I thought my dad's friend was in the car with him when he was driving towards me but then I opened the door and I saw my cousin and I was like " 0_o whoa, hi :o "  Then we went to dinner and now we're sitting here, chilling with our laptops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmfao they just drove us to the 24 Hr. Wal*Mart and I was giving them directions and it was like "Alright, drive straight down Westminster then a right on Beach" and half way down the street, David was like "Liz.... are you trying to abduct us? This is faar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/17z58zektes&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/17z58zektes&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/9064156661476574656-9098048390935613384?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/9098048390935613384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/additions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/9098048390935613384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/9098048390935613384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/additions.html' title='Additions'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-901458577583759508</id><published>2009-07-25T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:56:55.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We just wanna get our kicks for free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SmuGguNJFnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MKWxPKDLRYQ/s1600-h/l_cc556ba60f124822806793b1e8002449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SmuGguNJFnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MKWxPKDLRYQ/s200/l_cc556ba60f124822806793b1e8002449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362527678031795826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise and I met up with Kimbo at Target and Sandra and Chris Lynn came. We navigated ourselves around the mall as a short cut to get to the stage.&lt;br /&gt;We stood around the stage for a while, then they asked who came here with two or more friends. Hell, I came here with two plus three more friends. Long story short, it was about bullying and doing that got me, Denise and Kimbo VIP passes to meet Shwayze (and KSM and Lindsey Shaw too but we didn't really care for them) After walking around the area, we got kinda bored so we went back into the mall because we were all in shorts and tanks and we don't do well with sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SmuJS294VqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/P3n_emXHfm8/s1600-h/DSC00548.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SmuJS294VqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/P3n_emXHfm8/s200/DSC00548.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362530738400417442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran back to the M&amp;amp;G. Denise took Kimbo's picture but accidently recorded and they cracked up. Cisco's response to that was "That's gonna end up on youtube right thur" No small talk for me this time haha, I don't know why; I didn't know what to say xD Cisco: Whats your name darlin? Me: My name's Liz, it's really nice to meet you guys again. Cisco: haha Liz don't wake the kiddzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame, but whatever. Denise was like "Ayy we match!" and Shway was like Whooaaa O_O She gave Cisco her bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were super nice down to earth dudes. I always enjoy seeing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back into the mall after we saw them perform and we sat next to the pet store and Chris Lynn met that girl from KSM. Then Lindsey Shaw walked pass us and we kinda stared at her trying to figure out why we know her. Denise pointed her out. "HEY! She's on TV!! AND SHE KNOWS NED!" Lindsey Shaw is alot taller, skinnier and prettier in person. We kinda followed her around the mall until she got into the press room, then we pretended were going to the store next to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Cisco Adler has a certain trait that gives him sex appeal. We don't exactly know what that specific feature is, but it's there and we sense it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oZ5j1X9G55M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oZ5j1X9G55M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/9064156661476574656-901458577583759508?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/901458577583759508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-just-wanna-get-our-kicks-for-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/901458577583759508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/901458577583759508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-just-wanna-get-our-kicks-for-free.html' title='We just wanna get our kicks for free'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SmuGguNJFnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MKWxPKDLRYQ/s72-c/l_cc556ba60f124822806793b1e8002449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-6102580237552059539</id><published>2009-07-24T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T03:19:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The turn around</title><content type='html'>Burning Up -JoBro cover&lt;br /&gt;... for "shits and giggles"&lt;br /&gt;It's bad, we know. That's why we play instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sQxP1bYfUBs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sQxP1bYfUBs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we've come to the conclusion to agree with Paris Hilton and Kathy Griffin: "Pretty girls don't have to get on their knees"&lt;br /&gt;And DSL ain't pretty. That ain't internet, it stands for dick suckin' lips (Thanks Shane Dawson/Shanaynay)&lt;br /&gt;No prizes for whoever guesses what we're talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064156661476574656-6102580237552059539?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/6102580237552059539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/turn-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/6102580237552059539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/6102580237552059539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/turn-around.html' title='The turn around'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-7124508122003622395</id><published>2009-07-22T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T03:07:02.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l316/monkeys_yummy/William%20Beckett/7ca0abdb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 300px;" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l316/monkeys_yummy/William%20Beckett/7ca0abdb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth: I wish I was a tad bit taller so the ratio of body fat:height would be even. Right now, the ratio is about 7:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; I stood next to this man once. I came up to his chest....when he was bending over. I also met him when he was sitting - he was as tall as me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064156661476574656-7124508122003622395?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/7124508122003622395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-stood-next-to-this-beautiful-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/7124508122003622395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/7124508122003622395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-stood-next-to-this-beautiful-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l316/monkeys_yummy/William%20Beckett/th_7ca0abdb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-3695155717149867051</id><published>2009-07-21T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:49:21.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have an unusually high eye pressure for a 15 year old teenager, said my optometrist. Not knowing what that is, I went home and searched it up. It says high eye pressure is when the optic nerves in the eye ball is damaged. High eye pressure can be the result of sleeping habits, headaches, migraines, stress, history of diabetes, use of steroids, being black, or it can be inherited. (I dont have diabetes, take steroids, black and no one in my family has it)&lt;br /&gt;High eye pressure can possibly turn into glaucoma, which if left untreated, could cause blindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My optometrist referred me to an eye specialist. When I called for an appointment, the secretary was studdering so much that all I understood from her was that they were full until mid-August and I could try walk-in. (She sounded like she had a speech impediment mixed with undecisiveness) That means I have to spend hours sitting at the doctor's office tomorrow. Waste of time. I hate sitting in the doctor's office, it usually makes me feel worse than I already was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064156661476574656-3695155717149867051?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/3695155717149867051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-unusually-high-eye-pressure-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/3695155717149867051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/3695155717149867051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-unusually-high-eye-pressure-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-5564930248380624796</id><published>2009-07-20T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T02:25:47.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truth: I can't sleep without a blanket. Even in this weather.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I've had the same blanket since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia: I miss last summer when I had my crappier laptop and I stayed up till the 6 in the AM with Laura to watch Buzzin' on the MTV website and talked about Shwayze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&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/9064156661476574656-5564930248380624796?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/5564930248380624796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-i-cant-sleep-without-blanket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/5564930248380624796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/5564930248380624796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-i-cant-sleep-without-blanket.html' title=''/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-5728827930412892934</id><published>2009-07-19T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:23:45.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen years in the making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SmOfFnQNtSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KoS2RMbT2cU/s1600-h/Picture2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SmOfFnQNtSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KoS2RMbT2cU/s200/Picture2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360302900286174498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Liz Hien, spring of 2007. I was an awkward child still going through the transition from kid to teenager. I didn't have any interests besides my rock 'n roll music and violin. I was still trying to figure out life, my path on it. This was the worst year of my life. This was the year that I was still trying to get used to the class schedual. This was the year that I found out school isn't as easy as elementary made it, my grades dropped. This was the year that teen angst started to over come me. This was the year I figured out who my true friends were and who my backstabbers were. This was the year that the divorce was coming through- coming through the pits of hell that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SmOmkr3nmFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/RyKUDNT7MPY/s1600-h/royalball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SmOmkr3nmFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/RyKUDNT7MPY/s200/royalball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360311130682529874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;FF to a year later- Liz Hien by winter 2008&lt;br /&gt;I've become less awkward. I started hanging out with a group of friends who were the same as I was. Together, we became the loudest, craziest, most out going group at school during lunch, when we were united as a group. I wore brighter clothes. (I mean, seriously bright clothes - colored jeans in every color possible) I had more confidence and more of an opinion towards everything.  I got better(ish) grades and my teachers liked me more (kinda, towards the end of the year) I was happier than last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SmOo3Czfa1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/YqlQnSZdxWI/s1600-h/DSC000444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SmOo3Czfa1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/YqlQnSZdxWI/s200/DSC000444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360313645100133202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Liz Hien-April 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I am brighter, more lady-like, and damn, a lot happier. I no longer hang out with my friends from eight grade because we all split when we went to high school. I still keep in touch with them and we're still friends. I've changed my clothing preference. I wear alot more dresses and skirts with button up shirts and blouses and an occasional brightly colored band shirt rather than black band shirts. I've learned to control my language and I'm less angry all the time.  I have more self control and I've learned to manage the ratio of work/play, but I'm still, as ever, overcomed with procrastination (as any one else). I'm (still) learning more about myself such as I have OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) and insomnia (trouble sleeping), but I've learned to live with it because it IS a part of my life and it makes me who I am.  I've learned that the present will come back and impact my future. I've learned to be understanding towards others because I want them to be there for me when I'm troubled. I've also learned that even though I've changed drastically within three years, I'm still the same person. I still love my rock 'n roll music, but I've opened my musical horizons towards other genres of music. And I still play violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SmOxe4vcWdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/E9tKyee26uE/s1600-h/l_8d0ead65126f4836a0ebf8f6e272c7fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SmOxe4vcWdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/E9tKyee26uE/s200/l_8d0ead65126f4836a0ebf8f6e272c7fd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360323125686589906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, my close and best friends still remain as my close and best friends. Hannah and Jennifer are my oldest and dearest friends. I've known Jenn since preschool, that's right boys and girls, since 1998. And I've known Hana since 2001 when I first moved to Rosita elementary, we played dodgeball together. Jenn now lives down the street from me and Hana goes to school with me. They've been with me through thick and thin, from my rebel phase to my girly girl phase. They haven't backstabbed me once ever in all the years I've known them. We do nearly and almost everything together. At one point in our lives, they both came over to my house everday and they were over here more than they were at their own houses. We call each other names and push each other around, but in the end, we all laugh it off. We all tell it like it is, the truth and only the truth. They are the closest thing to family when family isn't there. They'll be the people with me standing outside shaking our walkers at youngsters telling them to "GTFO OFF THE LAWN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they aren't the only people that's helped me on my way through life. Many others has played important roles, and they know who they are, so thanks for being there, for making me laugh and smile, for telling me to get a grip, for keeping me company when I couldn't sleep, for staying up with me over aim on those late school nights to get homework, for coming up with clever ways to keep me going, for putting up with me when I was being irritating, and for slapping me in the face when I deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;""''""Im not going down by myself, I'm going down with my friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9064156661476574656-5728827930412892934?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/5728827930412892934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/fifteen-years-in-making.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/5728827930412892934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/5728827930412892934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/fifteen-years-in-making.html' title='Fifteen years in the making'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SmOfFnQNtSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KoS2RMbT2cU/s72-c/Picture2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-4711344290908826586</id><published>2009-07-09T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:13:43.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothingness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i31.tinypic.com/dlg7lt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 278px;" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/dlg7lt.jpg" alt="" 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/9064156661476574656-4711344290908826586?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/4711344290908826586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothingness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/4711344290908826586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/4711344290908826586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothingness.html' title='Nothingness'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/dlg7lt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-7363343931713312297</id><published>2009-07-08T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:45:35.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven-eight-nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Taking a wee break from driver's ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My report card apparently came eons ago while I was caught off guard of my mail box and no one bothered to tell me anything until now. ||A/C/A/C/D/D|| Big relieved sigh that I passed geometry because I walked out of that class on June 17 at 12:30 with an F. Sweet Jesus hallelujah! However, not so excited about spanish though. I received a D in that class and on my report card, it said "Cit - S / W.H - S / comments: Fine Participation" With marks like that I should be passing with a pretty good grade... or Jimenez is lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Side note: I realized I have school relatively close to year round school. I have public school from September - June + tutoring and after that, I have home school with a private tutor until school starts up again. Mentally tired all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's so nice out today. I want to go out with my friends but it hit me last night that our friendship sorta revolves around money, which upsets me because finance shouldn't be the glue that holds people together. Which made me realize that I kinda miss school because if I didn't want to be around someone, I can just go over to someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.portobello.com.gr/_images/_products/_converse/700648-blu-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 89px;" src="http://www.portobello.com.gr/_images/_products/_converse/700648-blu-1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I miss wearing my Sailor Jerry's. Today feels like the type of day I should be wearing shorts and chucks, but I have no where to go or anyone one to go with for that matter. I want to go out somewhere with people other than Hannah and Anh... no offense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Loss of limbs can prevent you from driving safely"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORLY??&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9064156661476574656-7363343931713312297?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/7363343931713312297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/seven-eight-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/7363343931713312297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/7363343931713312297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/seven-eight-nine.html' title='Seven-eight-nine'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-7574773182165742806</id><published>2009-07-05T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:32:09.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What's there to do in SoCal anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Under these conditions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-No money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Me no gusta el sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-or tourists :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Esspecially money...&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/9064156661476574656-7574773182165742806?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/7574773182165742806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-there-to-do-in-socal-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/7574773182165742806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/7574773182165742806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-there-to-do-in-socal-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-5706846988016550448</id><published>2009-07-04T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:50:53.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs36/f/2008/286/3/3/Stitch_and_Angel_Sig_by_GabzieChan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 157px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs36/f/2008/286/3/3/Stitch_and_Angel_Sig_by_GabzieChan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like them, only I'm the Stitch - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perusing the impossible and not getting anywhere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Can you guess what I'm watching right now? haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Boys, can't live with them, can't live without them"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On that note, I hate it when girls say "Boys are so complicated" No-no-no-no mademoiselle, have you looked at yourself lately? In my opinion, girls are so much more difficult. Just by our everyday lives, we're difficult and picky: mood swings, clothes&amp;amp;attire, diets, even the people around us. All of that, let alone the opposite sex trying to read us by the way we act around them. And we expect them to know what we like because they're suppose to "know us well". Bull crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's my two cents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9064156661476574656-5706846988016550448?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/5706846988016550448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-them-only-im-stitch-perusing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/5706846988016550448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/5706846988016550448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-them-only-im-stitch-perusing.html' title=''/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-8270230926881981285</id><published>2009-07-02T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:54:12.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosin Eating Zombies From Outer Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk1z0BsiwoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SwCRpNodL_Q/s1600-h/DSC00521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk1z0BsiwoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SwCRpNodL_Q/s400/DSC00521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354062869659042434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;God I miss orchestra at Irvine &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;0&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;).  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;We were the best ensemble ever! (2nd biggest in the district, superior ratings) Pshh, McGarvin; size don't matta', its about family values. And dude, we were all like this: fingers crossed - tighter than Pete Wentz's jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;First violin section were the bomb diggity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1st chair: Sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;2nd chair: Charlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3rd chair: Theresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;4th chair: Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;5th chair: Kathleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Okay well, I can't technically say I miss them because we all still take orchestra together haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But I miss the five of us sitting in that order. I think Charlene is in Zero Period orchestra now too.  Also, LQ orchestra sucks... sorry. &gt;_o Our excuse, we have a new conductor and this is his first teaching job. He plays favors too, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;hated&lt;/span&gt; that. Ugh, jeeze, he got pink slipped so fingers crossed for an experenced conductor next year! I miss Mr. Simons and his cynical humor. Mom (Mrs. W) left this year so our music department is SOL. v_v; Hopefully, things turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;If I get a shitty seat next year in orchestra, I will not be a happy camper and will not stop challenging until I get up into the 1st violin section! D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Later that night....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I went to Crawfish House for dinner and everytime I'm down Westminster st. I get the feeling that I'm going to see someone I know. Because I usually do. Last time at Crawfish House, it was Kayla and Tiffany. This time it was David Ho. He was sitting at the table behind me when I walked in and I didn't notice him there until I got up to walk out hahaha. Oh god he must've seen me act rediculous trying to wipe my snot onto a tissue with dirty hands (My nose was runny xD ). How embarassing haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Afterwards, I went to the crazy people Wal*Mart on Beach and I was thinking to myself "Mkay, this is far from anyone I know I doubt I'll see anyone here" I was walking in and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I see Kathy Nguyen walking towards the cash regesters. How ironic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9064156661476574656-8270230926881981285?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/8270230926881981285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/rosin-eating-zombies-from-outer-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/8270230926881981285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/8270230926881981285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/rosin-eating-zombies-from-outer-space.html' title='Rosin Eating Zombies From Outer Space'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk1z0BsiwoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SwCRpNodL_Q/s72-c/DSC00521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-7153364354906628402</id><published>2009-07-01T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:59:53.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember when I used to be a nostalgic</title><content type='html'>For some reason blogs make me nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because its looking back at the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ants freak me out&lt;br /&gt;There's one or two crawling around the house&lt;br /&gt;And I find an occasional few in my bed &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I always check my bed and kill whatever ants are crawling around&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a mosquito swatter when I'm asleep except I'm killing ants&lt;br /&gt;They seem harmless, but no, these friggen bite and they hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Hate ants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064156661476574656-7153364354906628402?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/7153364354906628402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-remember-when-i-used-to-be-nostalgic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/7153364354906628402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/7153364354906628402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-remember-when-i-used-to-be-nostalgic.html' title='I remember when I used to be a nostalgic'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-1437425940130010753</id><published>2009-06-26T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:48:19.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Alright so the last 3 days of school I came down with a cold. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain't nothin' better than taking two hour finals with one stuffy nostril and the other one runny. &lt;/span&gt;Speaking of finals, there was no point in me taking mine because it did not change my grade. Pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer so far is not fantastic. One week in and I came down with the flu. Now I'm balled up on the couch - laptop on my stomach and ice pack on my forehead. Constant medication and constant change in thermal temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I know I'm so poetically pathetic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer is full of lame. Even ROP sucks ass; same thing as last year but my mom won't let me quit.&lt;br /&gt;Have a mentioned how scared I am walking into Santi in the morning with all the summer school delinquents standing around in their cliques?  It's little asian me versus thugs and their "home boys" in their groups and gang making them larger than life. I walk in to school hoping no one would notice me.  I don't want to go back; I have no friends there and I don't fit in. The enviorment is hostile and makes me feel awkward; I don't feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SkXAhvPCIOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/q4GYboOAgQ8/s1600-h/pier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SkXAhvPCIOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/q4GYboOAgQ8/s400/pier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351895418047439074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This is one of my most favorite places in the world: Balboa Pier, Newport Beach, California. The sand is as soft and warm with none of the seaweed and shards of shells and beer bottles. Not many people know about this place so its pretty much empty half the time. Plus it has a store with a bunch of comfort food at the end of the pier which I always order something at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also something about me, I hardly ever go to the beach during the day. I always go at night because there's less people. Its relaxing, tranqual, and calming. Plus, there's none of that sun nonsense to deal with and sunscreen is not necessary.&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/9064156661476574656-1437425940130010753?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/1437425940130010753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/1437425940130010753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/1437425940130010753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SkXAhvPCIOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/q4GYboOAgQ8/s72-c/pier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-1988938069633200402</id><published>2009-05-31T01:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:44:21.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forced posts are never well-written</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;But I'm not the most awesome writter. So that should be no problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-I don't like peanut butter. Stop forcing myself to eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-Peanut butter really takes the taste out of everything. So why bother adding shit to it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-I'm only updating this because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(15, 5, 149);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;brandophobia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;aim:timestamp style="display: inline; font-size: 11px;"&gt; (1:35:24 AM)&lt;/aim:timestamp&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;"  &gt;i want to see your blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;and it was bothering me that I havent updated it since forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Recent events:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-Romeo and Juliet video wasn't a total disaster! Actually, I really like the way it came out. (Well I was the one that edited the video. So of course I liked it. But other than that...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-Strawberry festival // picked up trash on Saturday // blew all my money on Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-Choir Banquet .... I'm not even in friggen choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-I've been proving myself wrong.... in a good way. I'm proud of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-....What day is it? O_o I've been really bad at that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-I broke the rule of the black book. This is like the 3rd week I've had it. Sorry Destiney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-What I've been keeping a secret finally got out to the person I've been keeping it from. And I don't feel like killing myself :D .... at least not now....But that didnt mean I was before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-My left eye would NOT STOP TWITCHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-I discovered a deeper dislike for peanut butter &gt;;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-I went to go pee today and when I was done, I felt really empty. Like something was missing inside me or I peed out an organ o__o;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-My best friend finally got a boyfriend. yay her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;and I was being a sarcastic stick in the mud bitch about it when she told me. Only because I was upset that I wasn't told earlier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Her:"He asked me out on monday..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Me: "....shock. -sarcasm dripping- :| "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-Did I mention I really hate peanut butter? Shit's making my stomach hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-....and shit just got awkward O_O!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;mmmkay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;kthnxgoodnightbai&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/9064156661476574656-1988938069633200402?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/1988938069633200402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/05/forced-posts-are-never-well-written.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/1988938069633200402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/1988938069633200402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/05/forced-posts-are-never-well-written.html' title='Forced posts are never well-written'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-1801840290813101684</id><published>2009-05-27T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:35:57.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry with no appitite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel your pain Nina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064156661476574656-1801840290813101684?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/1801840290813101684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/05/hungry-with-no-appitite.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/1801840290813101684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/1801840290813101684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/05/hungry-with-no-appitite.html' title='Hungry with no appitite'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-3265495718258233955</id><published>2009-04-23T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:26:00.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sure I'm not the only one but this school year went by FAST. I still remember the expression on the Irvine's side's faces on the first day of English 1H when Lapera told us what that class was about. We almost peed ourselves with wide eyes filled with fear; Andy Chu saying "Oh god she's worse than McMullen!!" and I was on the verge of tears. Lapera's discription was an overexaggeration and a plan to terrorize us. I didn't think honors english was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; bad. I mean, I lost sleep over it and increased my health risk to everything but it wasnt a nightmare. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But now all of that is almost over. Freshmen year is almost over. Just over the bridge of CST and finals and we're DONE. After that, we become sophmores; more sophisticated, experienced and intellegent (and no longer boo-ed at during assemblies. Isn't that wonderful?) We also get to pick on the new freshmens sitting in the exact same spot as awkward and confused as we were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Random note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i487.photobucket.com/albums/rr237/BJayCobbson/142224__addams_family_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 254px;" src="http://i487.photobucket.com/albums/rr237/BJayCobbson/142224__addams_family_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I forgot how much I loved the Addams Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They're creepy and they're kooky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mysterious and spooky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They're all together ooky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Addams Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I grow up, I want to live the life of Morticia Addams :]&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/9064156661476574656-3265495718258233955?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/3265495718258233955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/3265495718258233955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/3265495718258233955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-year.html' title='Another year'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-3051182518716062402</id><published>2009-04-20T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:52:08.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>97°</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Se0m7TbhDOI/AAAAAAAAADc/G0c7OrMl_AI/s1600-h/chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Se0m7TbhDOI/AAAAAAAAADc/G0c7OrMl_AI/s200/chair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326956734518988002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eating hot cheetos, drinking Rockst*ar and thinking about CST testing in this heat is making my brain melt into a 7-11 slushee for zombies.&lt;br /&gt;Is it suppose to be this hot in April? I thought it was suppose to rain. Y'all know the saying right, "April showers bring May flowers" Knock knock, mother nature, get widdit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yesterday I went swimming&amp;amp;sun bathing for five hours without applying sun lotion on. I came out paler than I was before and as red as a tomato (not exactly burned). I was expecting to come out as dark as a potato and as burnt as my cooking. Odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*There is a new person living in my house that I was totally unaware of...but what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I got a new white (p)leather computer/office chair that is not proportional to the rest of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wow, the heat from my laptop and the air around me made my belt buckle so hot that it's steaming when I poured water on it. o_o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I haven't slept properly in the past month. If I sleep early, I wake up tired. If I sleep at 12/1am, I wake up fine. P:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Them damn scrubs from last year needs to shut the hell up. They've got a twitter and they tweet something pointless every two seconds. Then go on their myspace status and type something in. Damn, if you really want the world to know what you're up to, get the fuck off your ass and go do something positive for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm no longer a twitter whore! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;/span&gt; According to Spongebob, I got sun-bleached hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Wtf?&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/9064156661476574656-3051182518716062402?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/3051182518716062402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/04/97.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/3051182518716062402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/3051182518716062402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/04/97.html' title='97°'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Se0m7TbhDOI/AAAAAAAAADc/G0c7OrMl_AI/s72-c/chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-765776598303318102</id><published>2009-04-11T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:27:51.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh here it goes again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me just put this out there: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love going to shows but I hate going to shows at the House of Blues.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That place is usually for older crowds or really young crowds (I'm somewhere in between)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also, that place doesn't allow cameras and I'm a show photographer (from the crowd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The older crowd would explain the three of us (Denise, Anh and I) getting there 30 minutes before doors and there was not even a full line. The line up was IO Echo, Jaguar Love and headliners OK Go (according to ticketmaster).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First band: IO Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SeElLDiMbfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Y7uwUJLB4Nc/s1600-h/04-10-09_2045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SeElLDiMbfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Y7uwUJLB4Nc/s200/04-10-09_2045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323577106386152946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They're the type of band that people like me would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; listen to. Rock with a female vocalist and band memb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ers pastier than Gerard Way - dark mysterious zombie like stage performance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kid you not. The vocalist had a hair cut and outfit that resembles Samara from The Grudge. (See image) The band is described as "Happy music for creepy people and creepy music for happy people" Get why they're my kind of band? ;) The vocalist did a fantastic job for someone who has tonsil problems. She did zombie-like motions for all the songs, which confused people but I know they all liked it. Band's myspace: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.myspace.com/jgvellum" href="http://www.myspace.com/jgvellum" unselectable="on" contenteditable="false"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/jgvellum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SeEqGgY1PKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rhWdOxwn6YM/s1600-h/04-10-09_2204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SeEqGgY1PKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rhWdOxwn6YM/s200/04-10-09_2204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323582525790305442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Headliner: OK Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Denise and I have loved this band since the 7th grade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. We found out about them via youtube (as did almost everyone else) When they hit the stage, everyone was so confused. Everyone thought Jaguar Love was going to go on next but then we saw Tim then Damian then Andy then Dan and everyone was like "Oh, okay then... WOOO" TBH, I don't like Jaguar Love, the rythem doesn't line up and it makes it hard for me to listen to them. Their set was equally divided for their new songs and their old songs. Half way through the show, Damian started talking and then stopped himself to say "Wow... you guys are so quiet, its like being in a class room" He wasn't exaggerating either, it seriously was that quiet. It was weird! They performed "What To Do" using handb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ells which was something new. Damian stated that someone told them they had horrible technique, and at the end of the song, he said "For your information, that was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SeEzwDKh7NI/AAAAAAAAADE/-kwdjM3peyU/s1600-h/04-10-09_2209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SeEzwDKh7NI/AAAAAAAAADE/-kwdjM3peyU/s200/04-10-09_2209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323593135104847058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perfect technique. Handbells are the instruments of God, bitch." (My video is cell phone quality and you can hear Denise and I talking and singing horribly so here's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a video that OK Go provided on their website: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vy545VgWWz8&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;INSTRUMENTS OF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vy545VgWWz8&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt; GOD&lt;/a&gt;) They had an excessive amount of confetti, like between every 3-4 songs the confetti canons would fire. (I came home and there was confetti in my clothes) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK Go's stage performance was eccentric. Damian's voice was angelic and his stage personality made him charming. Andy brought ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t his two necked guitar for a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside at the merch booth, we met IO Echo and we bought their CD. We were the first to have them sign CDs haha. We're clever people. I blew all the money I had that night so if my life depended on money that night, I would be SOL (Shit out of luck) But thank goodness I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures from my shitty phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SeE0xzXwZbI/AAAAAAAAADM/-EoY97dxdW4/s1600-h/04-10-09_2205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SeE0xzXwZbI/AAAAAAAAADM/-EoY97dxdW4/s200/04-10-09_2205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323594264736720306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SeE1PUCL2OI/AAAAAAAAADU/NdZd4c5--Ts/s1600-h/04-10-09_1940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SeE1PUCL2OI/AAAAAAAAADU/NdZd4c5--Ts/s200/04-10-09_1940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323594771720820962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;1st picture: Witty bassist Tim Norwind&lt;br /&gt;2nd picture: Our glowsticks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064156661476574656-765776598303318102?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/765776598303318102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-here-it-goes-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/765776598303318102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/765776598303318102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-here-it-goes-again.html' title='Oh here it goes again'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/SeElLDiMbfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Y7uwUJLB4Nc/s72-c/04-10-09_2045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-8238544250735596736</id><published>2009-04-04T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:34:09.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The dentist is a horrible place of tourture"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3yDQfDyJE_Q"&gt;Fer real, MattG. Fer real&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ click for video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All true except my dentist doesn't have a play area. Ghetto! And "The Pina Colada song" wasn't playing in the back while someone was getting their teeth drilled. Although, someone WAS getting their teeth drilled in the next station but that one slow song by Katy Perry and I was watching Kung Foo Panda on the TV on the chair. (And my tooth polish was pina colada flavored. I promise you, it tasted anything BUT pina colada; maybe more like poo) Also, the dentist buffed my teeth WAY too close to my gums and now they're swollen and it hurts to chew solid foods.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the dentists' gloves always feel bumpy and grainy when they assult your mouth? It feels nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist didnt do a good job cleaning my teeth because I can't suck in air between the crevices of my teeth so there's still gunk stuck in there. I have NEVER gotten stickers from my dentist, she always gives me toothbrushes but when I look over the counter, there's an entire moving bin of little toys, yoyos, whistles, knick-knacks and what-nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, I hung out with Denise and she gave me back my CDs. (Some which I forgot I even owned) and then hung out a bit with Anh and Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came up with an idea when we were talking about playing iSpy last night.&lt;br /&gt;I could give away my stuff that I dont need by playing iSpy. Like I can hide like a tiara or a necklace or something fancy-smancy somewhere in an area cleverly hidden, take a picture of it and post it somewhere and give a clue of what that item is.&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;I hide a Guitar Hero video game somewhere on my desk&lt;br /&gt;My hint would be "ISpy with my asian eyes ... something to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unleash&lt;/span&gt;" (like UNLEASH YOUR INNER ROCKSTAR)&lt;br /&gt;Then I would take a picture of my desk with the game smuggled somewhere on the desk and post it on my myspace or something&lt;br /&gt;The first person to guess what the item is and where it is, can have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iunno, I thought it was a clever idea haha&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why anyone would want any of my shit though&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/9064156661476574656-8238544250735596736?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/8238544250735596736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/04/dentist-is-horrible-place-of-tourture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/8238544250735596736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/8238544250735596736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/04/dentist-is-horrible-place-of-tourture.html' title='&quot;The dentist is a horrible place of tourture&quot;'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-9202021248738006296</id><published>2009-03-27T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:40:42.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iVenganza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sc21KOEKVhI/AAAAAAAAACs/IXljZtdLEcU/s1600-h/EPSON001+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sc21KOEKVhI/AAAAAAAAACs/IXljZtdLEcU/s200/EPSON001+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318105922173294098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The pre-screening for iVenganza!  was fun. I got to see Kylie again and met Ashlyn.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was ridiculously late, like 30+ minutes because of beyond traffic jams on the 5 North. Nearly had a spazz attack on the car because of that. I got that chihuahua shirt, a promo poster, a signed TBP booklet and a long poster that I have no idea where to put up. (I dont understand what the chihuahua has to do anything with MCR. I really hate those dogs)&lt;br /&gt;The Warner Building was your average typical building...except it was a "giant wooden ski lodge" (As described in the invitation email) Inside were white shag carpets, (p)leather couches that came up to your knee, Jetson styled television complete with a large receptionist desk along with the typical sleeping security guard...(at least he was when I came) Very chic. You'd think its a plain simple building until you walk into the other side, then it looks like a maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Battle of the Bands - fail&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/9064156661476574656-9202021248738006296?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/9202021248738006296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/03/ivenganza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/9202021248738006296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/9202021248738006296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/03/ivenganza.html' title='iVenganza!'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sc21KOEKVhI/AAAAAAAAACs/IXljZtdLEcU/s72-c/EPSON001+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-528216300544584797</id><published>2009-03-25T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:03:29.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/ScrFz8Gf6JI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y-lGm6x-lyQ/s1600-h/fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/ScrFz8Gf6JI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y-lGm6x-lyQ/s320/fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317279806161676434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just put my life/health at risk by signing up for English 2H. (Yes I know I spelled CHEMISTRY wrong shut up about it.) I know right, the kid who can't spell want's English 2H? Iunno, I'm kinda....no, make that EXTREMELY scared. Apparently, this year, the eng2H teacher went "easy" on her students because they weren't properly prepared. Easy? I knew sophmores who were crying and begging because of her class. They were honoring salvation when they got a B- Holy hell, I had a C in Eng1H (a D now but shut up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But Liz, where's orchestra on your list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have to take a zero period next year -_-; Hopefully they offer a zero period for Chemistry so I wouldn't have to try out for Zero Period Orchestra (which I probably won't make) I'm willing to give up P.E for orchestra because I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just that dedicated&lt;/span&gt;. In other words, I'm a complete loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being a loser, I have detention tomorrow morning because I got my 3rd tardy in geometry today. I have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wax the whiteboard&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow morning for Barton. How do you wax a whiteboard? With a car buffer? 0_o Goddamn it, I hate human hallway traffic. Bitches made me late.&lt;br /&gt;Hallway traffic, I HAATE it so much. Sure when there's too much people in a hallway and its hard to move, fine I understand. But its rediculous when the person infront of you has an eight foot GAP between them and the person walking infront and refuses to walk faster. And you can't walk around them because they either walk the same pace as you and you won't be able to speed walk infront of them OR they take up the entire FUCKEN HALLWAY. I wanna take my lead pencil and stab into the back of their heads and walk over their unconcious bleeding body and get to class before the late bell rings. Oh yea, I'll fucken go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't fuck wid it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &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/9064156661476574656-528216300544584797?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/528216300544584797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/03/rip-elizabeth-hien.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/528216300544584797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/528216300544584797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/03/rip-elizabeth-hien.html' title='Beware zombie'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/ScrFz8Gf6JI/AAAAAAAAACk/Y-lGm6x-lyQ/s72-c/fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-2764925479343387443</id><published>2009-03-24T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T04:10:05.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i729.photobucket.com/albums/ww292/Troubled_Monster/MychemicalRomanceforsiggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 250px;" src="http://i729.photobucket.com/albums/ww292/Troubled_Monster/MychemicalRomanceforsiggy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're getting this email because you've been selected to attend Warner Bros. Records on 3/27/2009 to participate in the Venganza pre-screening."&lt;/span&gt; -Email received Mon, 23 Mar 2009 12:09 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was BEYOND excited when I read the email. (So excited I was going to barf up my dinner....okay that's TMI sorry) WBR bands were the first bands that got me into music. (My Chemical Romance and Green Day) Most importantly, My Chemical Romance is the band that shaped me into who I am. They're the ones that showed me I wasn't alone.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, I told my mom and I have no ride. Brian is my only ride and the only guardian that can accompany me but I can't contact him and I need to reply to the confirmation email with the name of the guardian. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;Another dilemma, the screening starts at 4 pm. Holy hell that is ridiculously early. I get out of school at 2:48 and the drive to Burbank is 51 mins (according to mapquest) and that doesn't include traffic. (Which there deffinetly will since its friggen late afternoon)  Also, I probably won't get home until past three and in the confermation email, it states that we should be there 15 minutes early (3:45) PEDAL TO THE METAL &gt;_&lt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/9064156661476574656-2764925479343387443?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/2764925479343387443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-never-won-anything-so-big-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/2764925479343387443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/2764925479343387443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-never-won-anything-so-big-before.html' title='Woot!'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-3438315471964279973</id><published>2009-03-21T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:31:52.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rockin' Crawfish Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/ScXiRqUJjPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qtcvHJv6KxM/s1600-h/psb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/ScXiRqUJjPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qtcvHJv6KxM/s200/psb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315903728225193202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My all time favorite movie. It's got action, adventure, romance and humor. Its everything that a movie could be innit? Plus, it comes in a really cool DVD box. (If you flip it around, it'll still say Princess Bride)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, to the point. I was at WalMart and I saw the box and I was like "Hm...this looks kinda cool" so I decided to take a picture of it and by the time the shutter went off, there was a lady running towards me screaming "MA'AM, MA'AM THAT IS ILLEGAL" I told her sorry and I didn't know because I really honestly didn't. Then she made me delete the picture, fair enough (right?). Except I had to do it in front of her and then she made me scroll through my memory to be sure. I don't like people going through my shit because what if someone had personal things on there? Not that I'm saying I have porn on there or anything but I just don't like it. (Plus I had pictures that Hannah Anh and I took at the resturant. See below) She was acting like such an ass about it, it made me feel worse about not knowing any better by screaming at me. The rest of the time as I was shopping, I felt as if all the WalMart employees were looking at me saying "Watch out for her, she's the merchandise picture takin' thieft." Don't ask because I'm paranoid like that. I guess I'll just shop at the ghetto WalMart again instead of going up to Huntington. Also, mother had the perfect timing to go find me as I was getting my ass pwn'd by the lady with a stick up her ass. Mother asked me what I was talking to the lady about and I lied to her saying that I was asking her if they still sold memory cards for my kind of camera so my mother wouldn't think I'm a dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/ScXpPndwfiI/AAAAAAAAABM/Td0vebxH4Us/s1600-h/DSC03867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/ScXpPndwfiI/AAAAAAAAABM/Td0vebxH4Us/s200/DSC03867.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315911389681843746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I tried Rockin' Crawfish for the first time. They're alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; better than Crawfish House and Boiling Crab. Plus, it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; has the rock 'n roll atmosphere. I love it ahaha. I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;where to go to put up my promo posters from TSN now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Their bathroom looked like a sauna with a bomb shelter door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I found that kinda weird.&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/9064156661476574656-3438315471964279973?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/3438315471964279973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/03/rockin-crawfish-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/3438315471964279973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/3438315471964279973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/03/rockin-crawfish-princess.html' title='The Rockin&apos; Crawfish Princess'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/ScXiRqUJjPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qtcvHJv6KxM/s72-c/psb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064156661476574656.post-1400511490518083704</id><published>2009-03-20T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:40:01.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LQueers vs Los Homos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Final score for JV baseball was 15-3&lt;br /&gt;I saw no one at Los, thanks a lot you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still kinda bummed about our festival score from yesterday =/&lt;br /&gt;Jackie told me that everyone else got good/excellent except for Sarah McGarvin Middle School and Garden Grove High (They got superior)&lt;br /&gt;How is McGarvin in a high school festival? That makes no sense to me&lt;br /&gt;Something that bummed me out even more today was I finally got the OK from mother to go to the OK Go concert (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha geddit?&lt;/span&gt;) and Denise calls me back five minutes later and tells me "The show is postponed until April 10th"&lt;br /&gt;*insert frowny face* I was so psyched to see them finally after a year of hiatus.  That's within the same week as spring break // at the beginning of break, there's Bamboozle Left and at the end, there's OK Go. That's wonderful.&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/9064156661476574656-1400511490518083704?l=mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/feeds/1400511490518083704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/03/lqueers-vs-los-homos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/1400511490518083704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064156661476574656/posts/default/1400511490518083704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mementoxlizkthnx.blogspot.com/2009/03/lqueers-vs-los-homos.html' title='LQueers vs Los Homos'/><author><name>Memento Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06403036954714692253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SnoL5ro8gbo/Sk198hgZprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wvcz34mPAr4/S220/DSC00396+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
