<?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-7248992644953110255</id><updated>2012-02-09T23:41:29.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyway, we're in love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>342</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-3386968867990199089</id><published>2011-05-24T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T19:49:04.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have pretty much moved to &lt;a href="http://drunkonwriting.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://drunkonwriting.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find my list of expensive and somewhat reasonable things I want for my birthday there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-3386968867990199089?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3386968867990199089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=3386968867990199089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3386968867990199089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3386968867990199089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-pretty-much-moved-to.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-1581339942509269161</id><published>2011-01-12T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:24:55.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kellie as Benjamin Franklin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/TS6ouTjrz5I/AAAAAAAAANc/zBhYo6b0ILs/s1600/2011-01-11%2B15.29.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/TS6ouTjrz5I/AAAAAAAAANc/zBhYo6b0ILs/s320/2011-01-11%2B15.29.21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561568103326535570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Franklin'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/TS6ouTjrz5I/AAAAAAAAANc/zBhYo6b0ILs/s72-c/2011-01-11%2B15.29.21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-4701820211006273746</id><published>2011-01-12T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:08:56.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bmgwishlist.tumblr.com/"&gt;My Ongoing Wishlist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's only two things on there so far, but we got time. My birthday is only 6 months away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-4701820211006273746?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4701820211006273746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=4701820211006273746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4701820211006273746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4701820211006273746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-ongoing-wishlist-theres-only-two.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-7825530209336768881</id><published>2011-01-03T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:23:29.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year! New Resolutions to Not Accomplish!</title><content type='html'>So here's my list of things that I want to accomplish but probably won't because I am lazy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not be poor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get published in some sort of literary forum &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take my GRE test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apply and get accepted to Michener College at The University of Texas in Austin for my MFA in Creative Writing (If I only accomplish one thing on this list PLEASE let this be it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not be poor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get in shape&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Connect more with friends. Especially those whom I have not seen in a while. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save up enough money to afford some sort of trip either in summer or autumn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Date (&lt;--this has become important in lieu of the recent string of engagements and weddings amongst my friends)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not be poor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's pretty much it. I really super want to be a Longhorn so that's one resolution I don't find myself failing at. However, the desire to not be poor is at least 50% dependent on outside influences such as work, bills, and my awful luck. Hopefully I can at least accomplish UT and getting in shape. Dating would be an added bonus, but again thats 50% dependent on someone being attracted to me in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see how it goes in 2011, but rest assured I'll &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MAKE IT WORK&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/7248992644953110255-7825530209336768881?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7825530209336768881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=7825530209336768881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7825530209336768881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7825530209336768881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-resolutions-to-not.html' title='New Year! New Resolutions to Not Accomplish!'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-2670633540119368965</id><published>2011-01-02T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:37:07.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>This year's motto: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Make It Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're gonna Tim Gunn the shit out of 2011!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/TSFSOwF28_I/AAAAAAAAANM/bIxuLAAiaoo/s1600/timgunn2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/TSFSOwF28_I/AAAAAAAAANM/bIxuLAAiaoo/s200/timgunn2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557813828533023730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-2670633540119368965?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2670633540119368965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=2670633540119368965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2670633540119368965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2670633540119368965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/TSFSOwF28_I/AAAAAAAAANM/bIxuLAAiaoo/s72-c/timgunn2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-1754437044009342441</id><published>2010-12-14T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T01:53:17.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;What do you want for Christmas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having an unusually hard time figuring out gifts for people so you're just gonna have to tell me. Yes, you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're curious about what I want well here's some ideas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jasontucker.us/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/disneyland-annual-passport-300x187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 187px;" src="http://www.jasontucker.us/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/disneyland-annual-passport-300x187.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jasontucker.us/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/disneyland-annual-passport-300x187.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freshandeasy.com/blog/uploaded_images/F&amp;amp;E_Giftcard%5B1%5D-771748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.freshandeasy.com/blog/uploaded_images/F&amp;amp;E_Giftcard%5B1%5D-771748.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.giftcardcollector.com/gallery2/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=39966&amp;amp;g2_serialNumber=1"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 223px;" src="http://www.giftcardcollector.com/gallery2/main.php?%20g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=39966&amp;amp;g2_serialNumber=1" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.giftcardcollector.com/gallery2/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=39966&amp;amp;g2_serialNumber=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIh_A0-445Q/SrZ-S2cDPjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/94P2i_1h-bQ/s320/MOnsters+Inc+Noconoco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIh_A0-445Q/SrZ-S2cDPjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/94P2i_1h-bQ/s320/MOnsters+Inc+Noconoco.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIh_A0-445Q/SrZ-S2cDPjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/94P2i_1h-bQ/s320/MOnsters+Inc+Noconoco.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thestarceleb.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/BrightStarMoviePoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 482px;" src="http://thestarceleb.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/BrightStarMoviePoster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cf.mp-cdn.net/cd/57/68d29774b12ebf13edf42a40af05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://cf.mp-cdn.net/cd/57/68d29774b12ebf13edf42a40af05.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-1754437044009342441?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1754437044009342441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=1754437044009342441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1754437044009342441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1754437044009342441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-do-you-want-for-christmas-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AIh_A0-445Q/SrZ-S2cDPjI/AAAAAAAAAUI/94P2i_1h-bQ/s72-c/MOnsters+Inc+Noconoco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-7250022206241669101</id><published>2010-11-22T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T11:21:02.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just died</title><content type='html'>The New Kids On The Block and Backstreet Boys are joining forces for an EPIC concert tour next year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I MUST HAVE TICKETS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Unfortunately they have already gone on sale and the only reasonably priced tickets are all the way in the back. And if it was anywhere else but Staples I would be okay with this. However, I've learned from experience (aka the JoBros night 2) that these are not good seats. Anyway, I'll probably have to craigslist/ebay this later on, but that's cool cause hopefully I'll have more $$$ by then too. &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/7248992644953110255-7250022206241669101?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7250022206241669101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=7250022206241669101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7250022206241669101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7250022206241669101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-just-died.html' title='I just died'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-5356088771640359692</id><published>2010-11-15T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:53:46.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aha!</title><content type='html'>While searching through my old posts I came across my &lt;a href="http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/07/thirteen-on-thursday-bucket-list.html"&gt;Bucket List&lt;/a&gt; and discovered that I can cross of number 4!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna mentally combine my two Vegas trips in June to create my "high roller" experience. I think staying in an awesome room, riding in a limo, getting free entry into clubs AND having table service is as high roller as I'll ever get, so its getting crossed off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-5356088771640359692?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5356088771640359692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=5356088771640359692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5356088771640359692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5356088771640359692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/11/aha.html' title='Aha!'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-6996439989931241859</id><published>2010-11-10T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:25:45.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My two top pictures of Tesla from this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/TNuMFy9LBTI/AAAAAAAAANA/XFdmyFfE1fU/s1600/Mammaws80th_626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/TNuMFy9LBTI/AAAAAAAAANA/XFdmyFfE1fU/s320/Mammaws80th_626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538174197987738930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/TNuLqpjZzEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fJHrKx0COrk/s1600/Mammaws80th_119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/TNuLqpjZzEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fJHrKx0COrk/s320/Mammaws80th_119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538173731607268418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7248992644953110255-6996439989931241859?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6996439989931241859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=6996439989931241859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6996439989931241859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6996439989931241859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-two-top-pictures-of-tesla-from-this.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/TNuMFy9LBTI/AAAAAAAAANA/XFdmyFfE1fU/s72-c/Mammaws80th_626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-3005231656204192553</id><published>2010-09-12T02:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T02:13:58.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theawl.com/2010/07/what-its-really-like-to-be-a-copy-editor"&gt;Dream job&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted this job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-3005231656204192553?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3005231656204192553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=3005231656204192553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3005231656204192553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3005231656204192553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/09/dream-job-ive-always-wanted-this-job.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-4116587351985993396</id><published>2010-09-11T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T20:16:01.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/printout/0,8816,1071284,00.html"&gt;Interesting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/commentators/fisk/the-crimewave-that-shames-the-world-2072201.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrifying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-4116587351985993396?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4116587351985993396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=4116587351985993396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4116587351985993396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4116587351985993396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/09/interesting-horrifying.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-7402179130118317368</id><published>2010-09-11T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T01:30:59.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Computer is working again. Woot. Just needed to fork over the $86 I do not have for a new charger. Oh well, I'm making most of it back Sunday face painting. Just wish I could get ahead once in awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-7402179130118317368?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7402179130118317368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=7402179130118317368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7402179130118317368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7402179130118317368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/09/computer-is-working-again.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-1603378638871949690</id><published>2010-08-20T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:43:45.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a run-by fruiting...</title><content type='html'>I went to Big Lots today to grab some cleaning supplies (which I was too lazy to actually use today) and as I approached the only open register I groaned internally when I saw the amount of stuff the old couple in front of me was buying. I hefted my 24 pack of water bottles and kind of spaced out as I waited for the old lady to finish putting all her stuff on the counter. Next thing I know Mrs. Doubtfire is telling me she's made room for my stuff on the counter. I kid you not, this woman sounded EXACTLY like Mrs. Doubtfire. It was the freakiest thing EVER! It was also extremely awesome. Not only was her voice the same but her mannerisms and she was super chatty and hilarious. I wish I could've video taped my interaction with her so everyone could experience the awesomeness. Pretty much those 2-3 minutes made my entire day. She totally called me dearie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we had Jersey Shore night at Preston's tonight and I think the vision of Preston in boardshorts, a wifebeater and his hair gelled will be one of those memories I tuck away to cheer me up on a sad day. Good times. Best line of the episode: "Guys don't understand girls and that's why the rate of lesbian couples is going up in the country", said in all seriousness by Snooki.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-1603378638871949690?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1603378638871949690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=1603378638871949690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1603378638871949690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1603378638871949690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-was-run-by-fruiting.html' title='It was a run-by fruiting...'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-4780494811671913150</id><published>2010-08-12T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:19:40.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need the link Nadia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-4780494811671913150?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4780494811671913150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=4780494811671913150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4780494811671913150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4780494811671913150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-link-nadia.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-3091283218309206642</id><published>2010-08-07T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:45:35.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding in cars sans boys</title><content type='html'>So, for some reason guys like to hit on me while I'm driving. This is neither safe* nor particularly sexy. Also, because they have about 10 seconds to make an impression, they always seem to try to grab my attention in interesting ways. And by interesting, I mean weird. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One time this car pulled up on my left and the driver rolled down his window and yelled that his friend sitting in the back seat thought I was cute and asked if I had a boyfriend. What I don't understand is, why didn't the fool in the back seat roll down his damn window?  Doesn't make sense. To make this story particularly enjoyable, I was actually listening to "No Scrubs" during this chance encounter and there is a line that talks about "hanging out your best friend's ride try to the holla at me". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another time I had this guy so desperate to give my his phone number while we were ON THE FREEWAY* that he drove as close as possible next to me (which freaked me out) in order to throw this tiny piece of paper into my window. When that failed he actually followed me off the freeway until my increased speed made it fairly clear I was uninterested since my uninterested face hadn't done the job previously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago I was driving up Reseda and some guy driving next to me asked if I knew where Balboa was. I told him it was parallel to this street to our right. After I replied he said "Clearly I don't know my way around, you should give me your number so you can show me around". Not so much weird as annoying because he made me miss the light while he was trying to get my number. *shakes fist*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this all leads to yesterday. I was sitting at the light at Plummer and Tampa waiting to make a left turn to head towards the 118 and the guy in the car next to me starts turning up the volume on his stereo ever-so-slowly. Annoyed, because my windows are open I put down my almonds and inch forward hoping that not being directly next to his open windows will stifle the sound a bit. However, there is not much space between myself and the car in front of me so its a fail. Just after I stop again I hear him yell "Hey spice girl" and I look over and he nods. In my head, I am thinking "What the fuck?". There is nothing anywhere on or around me that is indicative of the Spice Girls. I don't resemble them, I'm not British, and I'm listening to Lil Wayne rap his lil heart out. The only thing I have in common with them is that I am a girl. I was so baffled by this that I just turned back and started eating my almonds again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys are weird. And also, hitting on me via car is not gonna work. Unless you are Mark Wahlberg, Stark Sand, Alexander Skarsgard, Nathan Fillion, or maybe a handful of select people, its not gonna happen. I barely give my number to my friends, let alone COMPLETE strangers who I've met for 30 seconds at a red light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was probably super boring, but I'm bored and this at least relieved my boredom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-3091283218309206642?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3091283218309206642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=3091283218309206642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3091283218309206642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3091283218309206642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/08/riding-in-cars-sans-boys.html' title='Riding in cars sans boys'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-7561681985482388470</id><published>2010-07-30T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T18:07:21.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This creeps me out on so many levels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQmtZsLrDI8/Sl1T4Lpc2II/AAAAAAAAA5U/xTLggfFr7lk/s400/creepiestalbumcovereverne3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQmtZsLrDI8/Sl1T4Lpc2II/AAAAAAAAA5U/xTLggfFr7lk/s400/creepiestalbumcovereverne3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-7561681985482388470?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7561681985482388470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=7561681985482388470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7561681985482388470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7561681985482388470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-creeps-me-out-on-so-many-levels.html' title='This creeps me out on so many levels'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQmtZsLrDI8/Sl1T4Lpc2II/AAAAAAAAA5U/xTLggfFr7lk/s72-c/creepiestalbumcovereverne3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-4344037773894989962</id><published>2010-07-24T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:07:50.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just saw the Comic Con preview for the second half of Season 3 of True Blood. Hopefully they'll start getting to this stuff soon because it looks friggin AMAZING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-4344037773894989962?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4344037773894989962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=4344037773894989962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4344037773894989962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4344037773894989962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-saw-comic-con-preview-for-second.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-5292597771281008962</id><published>2010-07-20T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:39:45.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kaitlin needs to blog more. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7248992644953110255-5292597771281008962?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5292597771281008962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=5292597771281008962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5292597771281008962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5292597771281008962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/kaitlin-needs-to-blog-more.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-6197595138761298049</id><published>2010-07-18T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T10:08:22.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where I want to go to grad school</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;a href="http://www.utexas.edu/academic/mcw/program/"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/a&gt;. Its intense, but worth it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An extra bonus of going there is that I have tons of family in that state and the rest of my family (aka you guys!) aren't that far away! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway it looks super cool, but first I must take the GRE and get a  good score. Then, I must attempt to get more stuff published. Then, I must gather up the letters of rec and send them off with my application. Then, you must pray while I cross my fingers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7248992644953110255-6197595138761298049?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6197595138761298049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=6197595138761298049' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6197595138761298049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6197595138761298049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-where-i-want-to-go-to-grad.html' title='This is where I want to go to grad school'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-47310608510343992</id><published>2010-07-18T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T01:58:21.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This makes me laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DK2Fx9iwjSM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DK2Fx9iwjSM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started watching The IT Crowd and Moss is totally my favorite character. He pretty much makes the show. I'd have to say that scene is my favorite so far. Unfortunately that's the short version, but the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1EBfxjSFAxQ"&gt;FULL SCENE &lt;/a&gt;is even more awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm pretty sure everyone that reads this (if anyone actually does anymore) has seen this show, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from me, you goblin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-47310608510343992?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/47310608510343992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=47310608510343992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/47310608510343992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/47310608510343992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-makes-me-laugh.html' title='This makes me laugh'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-3638778143476676741</id><published>2010-07-16T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:37:35.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorable</title><content type='html'>Caught this interview yesterday. Jay is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CsAzQ1EhrPQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CsAzQ1EhrPQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-3638778143476676741?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3638778143476676741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=3638778143476676741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3638778143476676741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3638778143476676741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/adorable.html' title='Adorable'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-5248172168737088043</id><published>2010-07-16T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T02:37:48.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Padianots</title><content type='html'>Nadia: "So then C was about to propose to B but-"&lt;div&gt;Preston: "Nadia can you get that code 1?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadia (to me): "I'll be right back."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT WHAT HAPPENED?!?!?! This conversation never got picked up again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7248992644953110255-5248172168737088043?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5248172168737088043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=5248172168737088043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5248172168737088043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5248172168737088043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-padianots.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-5930396861128878273</id><published>2010-07-05T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:55:42.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night's party was fucking awesome!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, its definitely the green space on Kellie's shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7248992644953110255-5930396861128878273?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5930396861128878273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=5930396861128878273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5930396861128878273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5930396861128878273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-nights-party-was-fucking-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-3822166845929447389</id><published>2010-07-02T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:38:26.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No excuses.</title><content type='html'>le sigh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plan for the next two weeks is to completely put out of my mind all of the reasons why a mental breakdown would be justified and pretend to be happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that a lot of people are worse off then me, so I'm gonna smile for their sake and work with what I've got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck...I'm gonna need it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-3822166845929447389?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3822166845929447389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=3822166845929447389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3822166845929447389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3822166845929447389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-excuses.html' title='No excuses.'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-828281642917456884</id><published>2010-06-29T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:22:11.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff and things and my new eye candy</title><content type='html'>Clearly Stark Sands is my new obsession. Now that Orlando has become officially affianced, I must find myself a new man. That being said, I am now determined to go to New York before the year is over and see said new man in American Idiot on Broadway. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also hate my mother because she and my grandmother have season tickets to the La Jolla Playhouse and she got to see him in Bonnie &amp;amp; Clyde, which apparently was really good. Jerk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much else going on (minus the insomnia that has caused all of this week's postings), but keep your fingers crossed that Urban Outfitters will be calling soon with a job opportunity for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-828281642917456884?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/828281642917456884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=828281642917456884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/828281642917456884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/828281642917456884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/06/stuff-and-things-and-my-new-eye-candy.html' title='Stuff and things and my new eye candy'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-7229500921720297373</id><published>2010-06-28T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T03:16:01.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GK BTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/TCh2NRjKxRI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-v2HOXx3Bco/s1600/19959_263919338928_263893158928_3345344_2678944_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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Its pretty low quality, but I LoVe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tLsAchN-bEg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/tLsAchN-bEg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-4769877950368887467?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4769877950368887467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=4769877950368887467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4769877950368887467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4769877950368887467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/06/ahhhhh.html' title='AHHHHH!'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-2251660017871038688</id><published>2010-06-26T01:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T01:23:34.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I think I'm doing it wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-2251660017871038688?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2251660017871038688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=2251660017871038688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2251660017871038688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2251660017871038688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-1124179591069576473</id><published>2010-06-24T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T20:03:38.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently reading "Lone Survivor" by Marcus Luttrell and the following passage made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Discussing the ramifications of Rules of Engagement:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I know one thing for certain. If I ever rounded a mountainside in Afghanistan and came face to face with Osama bin Laden, the man who masterminded the vicious, unprovoked attack on my country, killing 2,752 innocent American civilians in New York on 9/11, I'd shoot him dead, in cold blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At which point, urged on by an outraged American media, the military would probably incarcerate me &lt;em&gt;under&lt;/em&gt; the jail, nevermind &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; it. And then I'd be charged with murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what. I'd still shoot the sonofabitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that leads me to my reminder that Epic Fourth of July Party is fast approaching and we need your RSVPs ASAP. Lots of fun stuff in store for those who attend! I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-1124179591069576473?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1124179591069576473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=1124179591069576473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1124179591069576473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1124179591069576473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-currently-reading-lone-survivor-by.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-4690104089068084645</id><published>2010-06-24T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T02:20:37.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Military and Music Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I started watching Band Of Brothers and it made me think of this video (which I love):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uCUpvTMis-Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/uCUpvTMis-Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I tried to think of all the videos I know with military theme that I at least mildly enjoy or ran across while making this list. Here are a few...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're on the USO theme (heehee):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_cXhBy78T4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/a_cXhBy78T4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This next one makes me sad. Mostly because it happens enough to warrant a song. Also, its not so much a video as a still picture with music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NEWKJ4dEPmA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NEWKJ4dEPmA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite line is "I don't keep trash in my home". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my personal favorites, but that's probably because my friend used it for her BHD fic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/pFq1eT9tMJ4/hqdefault.jpg)" width="440" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFq1eT9tMJ4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFq1eT9tMJ4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="440" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot they did these: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/pgV6VUinDEA/hqdefault.jpg)" width="440" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgV6VUinDEA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgV6VUinDEA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="440" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/znoKE0oloe0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/znoKE0oloe0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really military related, but amusing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZpxaiNV_sM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/JZpxaiNV_sM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GkZe39sbaww&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/GkZe39sbaww&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST FOR LAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/haHXgFU7qNI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/haHXgFU7qNI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yeah, I got a little sidetracked by the amusing ones. Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-4690104089068084645?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4690104089068084645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=4690104089068084645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4690104089068084645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4690104089068084645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/06/military-and-music-videos.html' title='Military and Music Videos'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-4764229224812428766</id><published>2010-06-23T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T00:04:19.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel the need to start paying more attention to what's going on in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day some middle-aged woman asked where she could find Rolling Stone magazine. At the time, I was a little confused because she's not exactly my idea of their target audience, but I shrugged it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was randomly looking through Yahoo News articles and ended up watching a video about Obama not responding to a question about the war. That led me to a related video about a General McChrystal turning in his resignation after being quoted openly criticizing the administration in Rolling Stone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all makes sense now. Middle-aged woman wants the news firsthand. I should too, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I make sense? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, bottom line is that I really think its important for me to know what's going on and I've decided to make more of an effort to stay updated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out world, I'm keeping tabs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-4764229224812428766?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4764229224812428766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=4764229224812428766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4764229224812428766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4764229224812428766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-feel-need-to-start-paying-more.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-7640964834468350052</id><published>2010-06-16T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:50:02.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES YES YES YES YES!!!!</title><content type='html'>I know that robot posted this on his blog, but I don't think you can fully comprehend how excited I was when I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_MqZn7E-mk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/9_MqZn7E-mk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; play as Scorpion when I play MK. He's my all-time favorite. AAAAAHHHH! SO EXCITED!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-7640964834468350052?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7640964834468350052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=7640964834468350052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7640964834468350052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7640964834468350052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/06/yes-yes-yes-yes-yes.html' title='YES YES YES YES YES!!!!'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-5933651249004021191</id><published>2010-06-16T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:01:50.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legends of the Hidden Hot Dogs</title><content type='html'>So today I decided to stop at my house on the way to my date because I desperately needed to go pee and I forgot to go at work before I left. So I hastily park my car and run to the door because, at this point, I'm doing the dance. I don't know if I've properly explained the difficulty I have with my poorly made house key. Its a piece of shit. The first time I tried to open our screen door it took me an average of 75 attempts at turning. LAME SAUCE!! Its not AS bad nowadays, but there are 4 different locks I have to get through. Suffice to say, I now know how those kids on Legends of the Hidden Temple feel when they have to construct that monkey before the temple guards get to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That done, I headed out to my second date with a fellow I met online. My first date last week went generally well, but there was simply no spark. I agreed to a second date just to make suresies. I also have been spending this entire week trying to figure out how exactly to tell him I'm not interested without hurting his feelings, because I hate making people sad. It makes me sad. So, I've been asking around for suggestions and here are some of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David: He will arrive in the middle of my date with either roses or a ring and pretend to be my current beau. Fairly certain I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face, so that idea is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Excuse myself to go to the restroom and use a running punch to incapacitate him while I run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlin: Had an excellent suggestion of some sort but I FORGOT! Sorry, Wifey :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellie: Tell him I got a second job and don't have the time or money to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Adam will call him and break up with him for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah L.: Tell him I'm not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Rip off the bandaid aka tell him I'm not attracted to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All very good suggestions (minus Uncle 2%), but things didn't really work out as planned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after my LOTHT moment, I made my way to the super hidden and fancy sauce Cupid's Hot Dogs in San Fernando. And, no shit, as I am walking up the song "Breaking Up is Hard to Do" is playing. WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, we order and I grudgingly allow him to pay (although I ended up contributing a dollar because their credit card machine wasn't functioning properly). We eat and chat for a little while and then he mentions that he was thinking we should go see a movie at 8:30. I check my phone, its 8:15. The theatre is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least &lt;/span&gt;15 minutes away, but probably more. Plus, I'm super tired (which always makes me super blunt) so I straight up say "No". I tell him that I wouldn't be able to stay awake through the movie (which is probably true). I can tell he's a little put off by his plans going awry, but he says its no big deal and we can always reschedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the out. I know its cowardly, but I am so not in the mood to have an awkward conversation in front of Cupid's. I tell him that sounds good. I assumed we would stay a few minutes and talk some more since we were no longer in a rush, but this fool stands up, throws away our trash and asks "So, where did you park?". Okay, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My date lasted a whopping 27 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've decided to send him a message (maybe call, but probably not) in the next few days and inform him that, upon reflection, I really don't think we work romantically. He's a cool guy but, in all honesty, I want the sparks. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; the sparks. I know it may sound stupid or naive, but I don't want to prolong this if there's no excitement. Its not worth it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhizzle, not much else going on. I'm looking for a second job so I can pay back the man for my education. Hopefully, I can get a job at Urban Outfitters with my god-sister, but it may end up being some shitty part-time at a fastfood establishment. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-5933651249004021191?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5933651249004021191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=5933651249004021191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5933651249004021191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5933651249004021191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/06/legends-of-hidden-hot-dogs.html' title='Legends of the Hidden Hot Dogs'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-6784163286706709227</id><published>2010-06-02T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:42:20.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinematic Gold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LObdGeU5lOw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/LObdGeU5lOw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. Not only does it have Harrison Ford, Rachel McAdams and Patrick Wilson, but JEFF GOLDBLUM too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-6784163286706709227?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6784163286706709227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=6784163286706709227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6784163286706709227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6784163286706709227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/06/cinematic-gold.html' title='Cinematic Gold!'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-5636491398943791235</id><published>2010-05-16T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:47:49.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why hello Michael Phelps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oulAaW4OjDY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/oulAaW4OjDY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-5636491398943791235?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5636491398943791235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=5636491398943791235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5636491398943791235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5636491398943791235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-hello-michael-phelps.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-354975432212391790</id><published>2010-04-22T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:39:07.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i could be writing this from the comfort of my own bed. *sigh*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least my uncle is supposedly working on finishing the rest of the inside of the house so that eventually one of these days the likelihood of me walking on him going pee with the bathroom door open will be nonexistent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-354975432212391790?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/354975432212391790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=354975432212391790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/354975432212391790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/354975432212391790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wish-i-could-be-writing-this-from.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-2574581707226272364</id><published>2010-04-06T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:43:36.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessities</title><content type='html'>I need a boyfriend...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a shower that works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-2574581707226272364?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2574581707226272364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=2574581707226272364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2574581707226272364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2574581707226272364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/necessities.html' title='Necessities'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-3727070078131129972</id><published>2010-04-02T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:09:30.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyonce is everywhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/S7aU8wrpt_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/x2G9YwUJ-NI/s1600/single_ladies.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/S7aU8wrpt_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/x2G9YwUJ-NI/s400/single_ladies.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455711770186987506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-3727070078131129972?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3727070078131129972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=3727070078131129972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3727070078131129972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3727070078131129972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/04/beyonce-is-everywhere.html' title='Beyonce is everywhere...'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/S7aU8wrpt_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/x2G9YwUJ-NI/s72-c/single_ladies.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-7691695168341856071</id><published>2010-03-31T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T06:16:20.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you wish upon a star...</title><content type='html'>At work yesterday I saw a book titled "Marry &lt;i&gt;Him&lt;/i&gt;" that was about why you should settle (yes they used this word) for &lt;i&gt;Mr. Right Now&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This depressed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its pretty clear that I'm a romantic. I love to see the love story in everything. Since I was little I enjoyed watching Ariel, Belle, and Cinderella finding their true love and conquering over the villain because of the strength of that love. I clearly remember in fifth grade, when we had to do an "All About Me" report, my favorite book at the time was "A Kiss Between Friends". I'm pretty sure I was the only one who hadn't chosen a title off our reading list at random.  It has, shall we say, enchanted me for my whole life: this idea of there being a perfect match for everyone. A &lt;i&gt;Mr. Right&lt;/i&gt; for the ladies I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also spent the last 9 years reading romance novels, so I can now pretty much see the romantic potential in any situation. But, the last 6 years of being out in the real world have also changed how I see romance and love themselves. I can clearly look at a situation and see how changing one small thing--maybe a phrase or action--can turn the moment from ordinary to extraordinary. At least, for those involved. But I can also now see how longing for the extraordinary can kill all the potential for the evolution of the ordinary. How holding out for &lt;i&gt;Mr. Right&lt;/i&gt;, can ruin the opportunity for &lt;i&gt;Mr. Right Now&lt;/i&gt; to evolve into &lt;i&gt;Mr. Right&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying that I don't still dream of finding that perfect someone for me, that one person the universe has decided I fit perfectly with, the Prince Eric to my Ariel as it were. But I have grown up and realize that maybe 8 times out of 10 that "Kiss Between Friends" will most likely fuck up a perfectly good friendship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The really depressing part of seeing that book title wasn't the fact that we, as a society, have seemingly given up on our romantic ideals, but that settling for &lt;i&gt;Mr. Right Now&lt;/i&gt; sounded like a good idea to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I don't know what the fuck the book actually says inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-7691695168341856071?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7691695168341856071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=7691695168341856071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7691695168341856071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7691695168341856071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-you-wish-upon-star.html' title='When you wish upon a star...'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-1678129696742339841</id><published>2010-03-30T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:53:25.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The eagle has landed</title><content type='html'>I've already spoken to most of you, but just so you know: I'm home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a fun three weeks away from the real world, but now its back to the daily grind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I owe a trinket or lil people pics don't worry, i got you. The pictures will probably take about a week since I haven't even uploaded them all yet and I have about 12-15 gigs of pics to upload. So, yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, I'm tired, so g'nite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-1678129696742339841?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1678129696742339841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=1678129696742339841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1678129696742339841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1678129696742339841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/03/eagle-has-landed.html' title='The eagle has landed'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-3308352905733328409</id><published>2010-03-21T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:04:32.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot to give this to you guys! And apparently it would have been handy on St. Patricks Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to leave me a voicemail for free call:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 888 579 0208&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then enter my account number 3101476560&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-3308352905733328409?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3308352905733328409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=3308352905733328409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3308352905733328409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3308352905733328409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-8939144615531809233</id><published>2010-03-14T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:05:49.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scotland: check!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I just need Ireland, England, France, Spain, and Italy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will be the best?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Wales is not included in this competition because its just so precious it seems wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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/7248992644953110255-8939144615531809233?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8939144615531809233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=8939144615531809233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/8939144615531809233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/8939144615531809233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/03/scotland-check-now-i-just-need-ireland.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-256936423017202030</id><published>2010-03-10T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:45:18.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Blog</title><content type='html'>Just so we don't get confused. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://abroadabroadbonnie.blogspot.com/"&gt;MY TRAVEL BLOG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7248992644953110255-256936423017202030?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/256936423017202030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=256936423017202030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/256936423017202030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/256936423017202030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/03/travel-blog.html' title='Travel Blog'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-6906515620823255385</id><published>2010-03-08T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:06:13.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Hello! I just wanted invite you all to join me on my European Adventure! Emily and I will be leaving in about 10 minutes and returning on March 29th.   In the meantime I wanted to let you know how to contact us while we're traveling. We will have computer access some of the time so if you feel like shooting either of us an email we should get it within a couple days. Also we have an international cell phone. The number is 44-792-425-2229. If you don't have free long distance on your phone you can call 1-866-305-6462 then enter our phone number when promted and you'll be able to call us at no charge to yourself. Also, because some people have shown interest, if you'd like to add money to our phone you can do so at https://www.ekit.com/ekit/MobileRecharge, but please DON'T feel obligated if you want to call or text us. If you want to see where we've been so far and see what we've been doing, you can head over to our travel journal and follow us around Europe. Just go to http://www.statravelus.ekit.com/ekit/tj/TJM/emily_bonnie/loginf and type in the password VIDALS. We'll try to update regularly so be sure to check back often. We love you all!  Thanks again! Au revoir! Ciao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-6906515620823255385?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6906515620823255385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=6906515620823255385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6906515620823255385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6906515620823255385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/03/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane!'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-2648928593074244087</id><published>2010-03-05T22:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:58:51.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A broad abroad</title><content type='html'>Europe fast approaches! I'm so excited there is no words. To be perfectly honest what with moving and inventory at work and planning out this trip to the small details, I've been so stressed out there wasn't even room for excitement. But now that 97% of the details are ironed out and its becoming more of a reality, I CAN'T STOP SHAKING FROM EXCITEMENT!!! AAAHAHAHAHAHA! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only things left to do is laminate the little people (to be done tomorrow), book two nights in Barcelona and 1 in Belfast (I've become quite adept at navigating hostels.com), clear my memory cards and computer (to be done Sunday), and acquire foreign currencies (to be done Monday at the airport). Our itinerary is pretty much set. I still need to copy/paste the addresses for the hostels, but aside from that its complete. Gah! I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also want to say a BIG thank you to all of you who have donated to my silliness! I totally appreciate the kindness and friendship you have shown me and will be repaying it I promise. I printed up my little travel buddies and CANNOT WAIT to take pictures of you all over Europe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll really miss you all while I'm gallivanting for three weeks, but since I'm going to be taking my laptop along, I shall have frequent posts to share with you. Also, before I leave I will post a number where you can call and leave me free (and amusing) voicemails at your leisure and a way for you to track where we are. That way you can all enjoy it with me! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, for know I just want to say thanks again for being my friend. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-2648928593074244087?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2648928593074244087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=2648928593074244087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2648928593074244087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2648928593074244087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/03/broad-abroad.html' title='A broad abroad'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-1561522781759017452</id><published>2010-02-24T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T02:13:57.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CL</title><content type='html'>I both love and hate craigslist. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it because I can sometimes find awesome stuff for free or really really cheap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it because when I list things people never show up to get them or they call/text about them at 2 O'CLOCK IN THE GOD DAMN MORNING!!!! What the frak?!? Who thinks its okay to text a complete stranger at 2am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going back to sleep now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-1561522781759017452?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1561522781759017452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=1561522781759017452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1561522781759017452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1561522781759017452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/02/cl.html' title='CL'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-996624448795574624</id><published>2010-02-11T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:52:27.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just found this poem today and totally forgot I wrote it. It made me giggle. And, let's be honest, I need a good giggle. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Lint&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s no escape from you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you think I like having you &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;turn up in the worst places? When he goes to cop&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;a feel and his hand pulls back in disgust? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What is that?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just ignore it, sweetie, and follow through.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uh, I think I better go.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No one likes a clinger and you’re the worst kind. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wear my new black suit to impress the top &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;floor bigwigs and what do you do? Ruining&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;my chances of a corner office by making a fool out of me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I am “Unkempt Kathy” from Public Relations. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(This name will remain popular until Darlene, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;from Accounting, earns the suffix “Downtown”) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;See what you have done to me? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With your clinging, dirty image? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Destroyed my reputation at work and in the sack. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Damn you, you dirty, leftover, hanger-on! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-996624448795574624?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/996624448795574624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=996624448795574624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/996624448795574624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/996624448795574624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-found-this-poem-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-6088003783627123703</id><published>2010-02-02T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:12:05.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Times...</title><content type='html'>So apparently my parents have decided to claim me on their taxes this year, which brings my return down to a whopping $128 (it &lt;i&gt;was &lt;/i&gt;$1,075). Thus, I've become desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please donate to Bonnie's Europe Fund! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will even be rewarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$1 = 1 hug from me when next we meet (optional if you're discomforted by human touch)&lt;br /&gt;$5 = Postcard/letter from me during my travels&lt;br /&gt;$10 = a lovely trinket from one of the countries we will be visiting (England, Ireland, Scotland &amp;amp; France)&lt;br /&gt;+ $10 = My undying gratitude for life and I will make a little YOU to take with me on my trip. Upon my return you'll receive a copy    of all the pictures of little YOU in Europe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_s-xclick"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="hosted_button_id" value="RDGMYZDHD6RQJ"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="image" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_donateCC_LG.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Please donate by February 27th.  THANK YOU!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-6088003783627123703?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6088003783627123703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=6088003783627123703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6088003783627123703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6088003783627123703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/02/desperate-times.html' title='Desperate Times...'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-6920505267170045882</id><published>2010-02-01T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:56:25.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plasma fail</title><content type='html'>So my veins are too little for plasma donations. Now I have to figure out another way to make the $$$ I need for Europe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-6920505267170045882?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6920505267170045882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=6920505267170045882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6920505267170045882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6920505267170045882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/02/plasma-fail.html' title='Plasma fail'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-5708281781860263190</id><published>2010-01-29T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T17:11:45.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words cannot express how much I miss the internet. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I have the opportunity to use it I have to squeeze like 18 things to do into a 20 minute time period. It especially sucks when the internet I am using is spotty. Lame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very busy week. Started out with taking the cousins to see Princess &amp;amp; the Frog (which is cute and not overly black--you know you were concerned about that too) on Sunday. Monday was work as usual and then dinner with my parents followed by a lovely jaunt with KTP at LAX watching the planes come in. Tuesday was the Edge of Darkness premiere. The movie was entertaining enough and we saw a couple of celebs. It was worth it though to see the RIDICULOUSLY tiny car that drove past us as we waited in  line (will post pic soon!).  Wednesday I did the work thing and then joined KFP at the Nick Jonas concert, which was funsies! His music is a lot less pop and a lot more funky than expected. Can't wait for my wife to burn me a copy! Yesterday I spent an hour at Knott's Berry Farm before abandoning that exercise. Its a crappy park that's rides were built for children in China and its dying a slow death. The only good things were the log ride and the Western stunt show. Oh, and the jam, but you can technically buy that at your local grocery store. Anyhoo, we ventured on to Disneyland, which is WAAAAAAAAAY more fun. Spent about 4 hours there and then headed home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight is Nick Jonas round two with my cousin and tomorrow is an early morning yard sale. Come by if you'd like. Not so much on the dvd, cd market, but we have lots of books, clothes, etc. Also, you can just say hi to me  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, yeah, and I totally rick rolled the store today. It was awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-5708281781860263190?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5708281781860263190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=5708281781860263190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5708281781860263190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5708281781860263190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/01/words-cannot-express-how-much-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-8320713501298866753</id><published>2010-01-21T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:33:20.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent stress</title><content type='html'>Its weird. I'm ridiculously stressed out, but at the same time I do a really good job of not focusing on it 90% of the time. When that 10% rolls around its bad news bears. I think we can all pretty much guess what it is that is stressing me out---&gt;$$$$$$&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I both love and hate this upcoming trip to Europe. I love it because I GET TO GO TO FRAKING EUROPE!!! But I hate it because I have no money for Europe. I'm starting to think now that there is probably no way that we will be able to go to all of the places we want to go. In fact, we'll probably be restricted to non-continental Europe, i.e. England, Scotland, Ireland. Which is totally awesome anyway, but I really wanted to go to France and Emily really wants to go to Italy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I have way to many upcoming expenses. Even having made $250 at the garage sale last week I'm still waaaaaaaaaay under on funds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rent (Feb): $300&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rent (Mar): $465&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase (Feb/Mar): $128&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macys (Feb/Mar): $60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VS (Feb/Mar): $60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gardener: $160&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DWP (Jan/Feb): $125&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total Costs: $1,298&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much I will make between now and the end of February: $1800&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That leaves me with roughly $500 to work with in between. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also expecting to spend &lt;i&gt;roughly &lt;/i&gt;$80-100 on Mammoth in 2 weeks. So that brings me down to $400 to work with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spend about $25/week on gas so that's: $150&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being mighty frugal on food I can do about $40/week so that's: $240&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bringing me down to $10 left over. Lame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I make more $$ on the rest of my crap I'll be selling in the next few weeks. Btw, I'm having another yard sale on the 30th of this month. I have a few DVDs left and bunches of books and clothes and other random stuff.  I might be able to do a "preview" for anyone interested. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can think of more ways to make quick cash let me know!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7248992644953110255-8320713501298866753?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8320713501298866753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=8320713501298866753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/8320713501298866753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/8320713501298866753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/01/silent-stress.html' title='Silent stress'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-6382260354338588251</id><published>2010-01-16T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:36:35.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask and ye shall receive nadiapots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fightingbackfat.tumblr.com"&gt;Her Royal Fatness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-6382260354338588251?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6382260354338588251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=6382260354338588251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6382260354338588251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6382260354338588251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/01/ask-and-ye-shall-receive-nadiapots.html' title='Ask and ye shall receive nadiapots!'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-7536934122788678726</id><published>2010-01-15T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:00:32.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't hate you, I just don't have the internet. I'm currently stealing CSUN's , but I gots to go. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you, BYE BYE BYE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-7536934122788678726?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7536934122788678726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=7536934122788678726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7536934122788678726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7536934122788678726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-hate-you-i-just-dont-have.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-1268196433840109448</id><published>2010-01-05T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:36:25.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't freak out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its most likely just to Sylmar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't figured out the details (i.e. we haven't spoken with Emily yet), but we are definitely going to be moved out of my childhood home by the end of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently our landlords (who are really old) have hired a caretaker (since they have no family) and she is "taking care of their affairs", which apparently means bullying my mother and doubling our rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have decided to "not accept" the increase (yes there was a letter where we check the box and send it back to them) and move out before the effective date, which is March 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt owns a home in Sylmar that they've been renovating so they can rent it out and our plan is for me to move in there with someone else. Since we haven't spoken with Emily yet, I don't know if she will continue to be my roommate or finally move in with Sam's mom in Mission Hills. Either way, I am moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is super convenient because I am planning on selling everything I own so that I can afford to go to Europe anyway. So, if any of you are interested in purchasing my things, just let me know :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-1268196433840109448?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1268196433840109448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=1268196433840109448' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1268196433840109448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1268196433840109448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/01/ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-2385127239830065485</id><published>2010-01-05T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:04:26.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wtf Borders? I don't appreciate this coupon I just received in my email for the SAME EXACT discount that employees get. That's just a slap in the face right there. And its not like our discount is an even number and it could be coincidental. No, its friggin' &lt;b&gt;33%&lt;/b&gt;. Stupid. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhizzle, our landlord is sending someone over on Thursday to inspect the house for insurance purposes. Which means...we need to hardcore clean up this place so they don't kick us out. So Wednesday's plan to sell my plasma is not happening. Maybe Friday???? Lord knows I need the $$$$. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you find me yet Nadia Mars? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as you do, I'll post a link here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-2385127239830065485?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2385127239830065485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=2385127239830065485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2385127239830065485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2385127239830065485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/01/wtf-borders-i-dont-appreciate-this.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-5792242934509461229</id><published>2010-01-01T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:27:03.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god damn it! the internet does not allow me to be sneaky when it automatically logs me in. stupid. cover=blown. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7248992644953110255-5792242934509461229?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5792242934509461229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=5792242934509461229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5792242934509461229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5792242934509461229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2010/01/god-damn-it-internet-does-not-allow-me.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-540663124583744481</id><published>2009-12-30T19:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:51:18.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, Nadia Mars. Find me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-540663124583744481?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/540663124583744481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=540663124583744481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/540663124583744481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/540663124583744481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-nadia-mars.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-7776174587992612179</id><published>2009-12-30T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:39:06.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've subconciously begun looking at one bedroom apartments in the LA area. Its not like I could actually afford to move out, but its nice to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I am beyond bored at the moment as I sit in my grandparents' kitchen, but I am hestitant to leave because I have infected the rest of the household and feel dutybound to nurse them back to health as they did me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start on that diet blog, but I really need to figure out a way to make a lot of money quickly since this Europe trip is only two months away. I've basically come to terms with the fact that I will only be eating ramen and such for the next couple of months, but I'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my estimation of debts that need to be paid prior to this trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit Cards (if monthly charge remains the same) = $270&lt;br /&gt;Rent = $900&lt;br /&gt;Utilities = $500-650 (this is a total guesstimation)&lt;br /&gt;Gas = $100 (I'm seriously considering walking to work henceforth, which will also help my weightloss goal)&lt;br /&gt;Currently unpaid debts to others = $124 (this is not including what I owe Emily for hostels, travel, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Food = $300 (hopefully this will be possible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total expenses = $2344&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make an estimated &lt;strong&gt;$3600&lt;/strong&gt; from my current job between now and March 8th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Total money left over = $1256&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of money that I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to save/put towards the trip is &lt;strong&gt;$3,000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to figure out a way to make $1744 in the next two months from somewhere other than my current employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Kellie and I discussed selling our plasma (yes blood, ew!), but even if I do the maximum donations per week for the next 9 weeks, that will still only garner me $540, which leaves me with $1204 I still need to make somehow. I'd sell my eggs but it seems to be a long/complicated process. Maybe when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm gonna start looking into local places of employment (would you like fries with that?) but this whole recession crap is probably gonna make this difficult. What I really need is to win some giant lump sum of $$$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The even more difficult aspect of this is that I don't need the $3000 on March 8th but before hand in order to buy all the stuff we need for travelling (i.e. railpasses, hostel stays, etc.). I really only plan on bringing enough for food and entry to museums and such. My souvenirs are going to be entirely of the photographic variety (and maybe a hot boytoy to bring home with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2010 is going to begin with several complications, but at least I won't have to worry about school nonsense. Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-7776174587992612179?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7776174587992612179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=7776174587992612179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7776174587992612179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7776174587992612179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-subconciously-begun-looking-at-one.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-7061120190045487326</id><published>2009-12-30T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:41:48.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to a bad start</title><content type='html'>So the weightloss thing is progressing-ish. I'm a little frustrated because I was planning on starting my blog from day 1. Unfortunately I was hit by some sort of super virus that decided to make me comatose for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday night I was feeling bleh and was having a hard time focusing on things. Then Monday morning I came in late for work cause I just could not get up on time. About halfway through my shift I started to get dizzy and decided that after I finished my C-table I would just leave, which is what I did. My parents had invited me over for dinner that night so I threw some clothes and my phone charger in my trunk and drove out to Sylmar. On the drive over I just started to feel progressively worse and by the time I got there any mention of food just made me nauseous. My dad gave me some Pepto and I basically crashed on the couch with a bucket conveniently placed next to me. After throwing up a little I took some Nyquil and belatedly remembered to call work. Sorry about bugging you Kellie, but I needed someone to be aware I wasn't coming in on Tuesday before I completely passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up sleeping from like 7pm on Monday until noon on Tuesday. I managed to eat a bowl of cereal, a taco, and a piece of pizza yesterday without throwing it back up, but I still spent the majority of the day asleep on the couch. Apparently Emily came over to the house several times while I was knocked out. Today I feel better, but still feel a little weak. I think I'm dehydrated, so I've been guzzling the water bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upside to all these shenanigans is that I've lost 6lbs since our initial weigh in. So I guess my first diet was illness and it seems to be effective. Unfortunately its not very glamorous or enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this was an extremely poorly written blog, apologies about the oversimplified syntax and all. Its still a little hard for me to focus on things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-7061120190045487326?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7061120190045487326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=7061120190045487326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7061120190045487326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7061120190045487326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/off-to-bad-start.html' title='Off to a bad start'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-5705053382672355238</id><published>2009-12-27T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:17:02.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward</title><content type='html'>It is official, I will be "across the pond"  from March 8th to the 29th. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We land in London and fo shiz will be in Dublin on St. Paddy's. Other than that, the itinerary is still in the works though we do know we want to go to Scotland, Italy, France, and Spain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CAN'T WAIT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my sister Arwen is gonna take us to REI sometime this week to get our backpacks. Also, she's probably gonna pay for our rail passes. Sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today also marks the first day of our weightloss contest (get ready Nadia!). I started out great with my two double cheeseburgers at lunch and my bowl of mashed potatoes for dinner. When we weighed in I found out that Arwen weighs (what I thought was) my goal weight. Nothing against her, but after seeing what it looks like I might have to shoot for an even lower one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm gonna blog about my weight loss endeavors (though I didn't "apply" for that one job), but not here. I might make a whole new blog just for that, but its gonna be super secret and the only person that will be able to find it is Nadia Mars. We'll see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come, but my fingers are cold and I need to stop writing so I can put them under the blanket again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-5705053382672355238?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5705053382672355238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=5705053382672355238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5705053382672355238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5705053382672355238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-6244870995791306508</id><published>2009-12-17T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:40:08.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>because I have no life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SysVSLJYRII/AAAAAAAAAGk/t6sqkBWp95M/s1600-h/Photo+502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SysVSLJYRII/AAAAAAAAAGk/t6sqkBWp95M/s320/Photo+502.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416446378817111170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture. SO CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a 40% off coupon in my email for DVD box sets. I totally could've returned my dad's present and repurchased it after payday for the same amount. I could've had $60 to roll with this week. Balls. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been surfing craigslist looking for ways in which to make $$$ and there is one listing that needs people who are dieting or going to start dieting to blog about it and all things related. THIS IS TOTALLY ME...well in a week or so when we start our competition. I am very much thinking of applying for this. Especially since I can do it on my own time. AND it will force me to actually diet and look for ways to achieve my goal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7248992644953110255-6244870995791306508?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6244870995791306508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=6244870995791306508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6244870995791306508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6244870995791306508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-i-have-no-life.html' title='because I have no life'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SysVSLJYRII/AAAAAAAAAGk/t6sqkBWp95M/s72-c/Photo+502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-2634633753096093573</id><published>2009-12-17T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:42:40.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the haps</title><content type='html'>Another strange dream in which me and a male celebrity are coworkers. This time it was the amazing Nathan Fillion. This was more understandable since I saw that &lt;a href="http://img162.yfrog.com/i/qan.jpg/"&gt;adorable picture&lt;/a&gt; online earlier in the day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhizzle, I am finished with college. Last final was taken last night and I'm fairly certain it will result in a passing grade. Graduation ceremony is Wednesday, May 19th at 6:30pm. You may join if you so wish. There will most definitely be a party, but it remains to be seen when the date of that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In anticipation of getting paid tomorrow I am going to eat an actual meal tonight and have asked Nadiapots to accompany me since we hardly ever hang outside of work anymore. It has been difficult having no $$$ but on the upside, my grilled-cheese sandwich diet has resulted in me losing 7 lbs. Woot woot!  That much closer to my new wardrobe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hohohodown tomorrow night! Be there or be ultimate lame sauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-2634633753096093573?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2634633753096093573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=2634633753096093573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2634633753096093573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2634633753096093573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/haps.html' title='the haps'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-7871888246383935418</id><published>2009-12-16T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:36:12.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is only one of seven ads they made, but the little girl's comments crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/juCvu9cbLJ8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/juCvu9cbLJ8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-7871888246383935418?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7871888246383935418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=7871888246383935418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7871888246383935418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7871888246383935418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-only-one-of-seven-ads-they-made.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-3917006833949902356</id><published>2009-12-15T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:55:10.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas wish list</title><content type='html'>All I want for christmas from you is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small album/collection of photos of you making funny/ugly/awesome faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SyhZW-QFnoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/j0DBhBnKeA0/s1600-h/Photo+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SyhZW-QFnoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/j0DBhBnKeA0/s320/Photo+15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415676803115490946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SyhZWhLZDsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZR45Fto0Tro/s1600-h/Photo+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SyhZWhLZDsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZR45Fto0Tro/s320/Photo+14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415676795311165122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SyhZWW_Zz3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/y8uwOqkjmvg/s1600-h/Photo+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SyhZWW_Zz3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/y8uwOqkjmvg/s320/Photo+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415676792576528242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-3917006833949902356?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3917006833949902356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=3917006833949902356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3917006833949902356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3917006833949902356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-wish-list.html' title='Christmas wish list'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SyhZW-QFnoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/j0DBhBnKeA0/s72-c/Photo+15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-2867002696050442461</id><published>2009-12-11T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:31:45.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did absolutely nothing today except turn in my walking journal and go to the bank. Then I came home, ate and slept from 1:20 to 5:45pm. Then I ate some more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its  nice to have an actual day off sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELCOME HOME KTP!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-2867002696050442461?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2867002696050442461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=2867002696050442461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2867002696050442461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2867002696050442461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-did-absolutely-nothing-today-except.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-4375000121606621591</id><published>2009-12-10T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:08:59.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So due to unforeseen financial difficulties on my parent's part (i.e. they found out they'll need to pay the entire $500 dwp bill for my grandparents + the $300 it took to fix my grandma's car two days ago), I will need to return half of the presents I bought yesterday in order to pay one of their bills and still be able to eat, drive, etc. until payday next friday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my initial "that blows" I've come to be okay with it. I can always buy them again. In fact, I was slightly tempted to return it all except the boxset I got my dad is a way better deal at 40% off and I need my little cousin's bday present for Tuesday. Unfortunately, these two things are also the most expensive items, but c'est la vie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so you know, its highly likely that if you get a present from me it will be made by my two little hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-4375000121606621591?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4375000121606621591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=4375000121606621591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4375000121606621591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4375000121606621591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-due-to-unforeseen-financial.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-5957261571701309343</id><published>2009-12-10T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:27:18.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a dream the other night in which &lt;a href="http://sarahdobbs.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/jamie.jpg"&gt;Jamie Bamber&lt;/a&gt; (was gonna do the towel pic, but decided to show some variety) and I were running some sort of summer camp. It was weird how normal our conversations were. Oh and one of the little kids at the camp was Kellie's daughter. &lt;i&gt;Definitely&lt;/i&gt; Kellie's daughter, very precocious. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was just such an odd dream and when I woke up and recalled it later in the day it left me a sort of "hmm" feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7248992644953110255-5957261571701309343?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5957261571701309343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=5957261571701309343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5957261571701309343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5957261571701309343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-dream-other-night-in-which-jamie.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-1039208860470509031</id><published>2009-12-10T00:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:51:48.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the gathering (it was a bonfire) and had an excellent time. All the peeps there were very interesting and welcoming. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I found out that my final next wednesday is gonna be open book &amp;amp; notes. Unfortunately we only know the general themes that we have to choose from and not necessarily what kind of question we're answering. so I have to prepare in a vague sort of way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-1039208860470509031?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1039208860470509031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=1039208860470509031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1039208860470509031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1039208860470509031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-to-gathering-it-was-bonfire-and.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-3068862019845000007</id><published>2009-12-09T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:47:50.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week is strangely boy week for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to a bar with classmates last night and ended up giving this guy my phone number (first time--eek!). We'll see if he uses it :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight after class I'm going to a gathering that this guy from my summer school class invited me to. I debated for a long time about going cause I will literally only know him. Plus apparently his friends are super quick-witted and I have little faith in my wit. Especially in social situations with new people. I could still back out, but we'll see. If it gets too awkward I'll just bone out cause I have to be up by 6am anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* today I basically undid all my efforts at saving money. I spent about $130 at Borders today getting prezzies with my discount. It coulda been worse but I decided against getting a couple of things at the last minute--&gt;including the Star Trek DVD with the hopes that Santa will leave that in my stocking along with the Vikings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should probably start listening to the class discussion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-3068862019845000007?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3068862019845000007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=3068862019845000007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3068862019845000007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3068862019845000007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-week-is-strangely-boy-week-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-205448079692328394</id><published>2009-12-08T15:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:14:41.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you missed it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/kry5udhMFTEq1UJE"&gt;Awesomeness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-205448079692328394?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/205448079692328394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=205448079692328394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/205448079692328394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/205448079692328394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-case-you-missed-it.html' title='In case you missed it'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-1381147585825227490</id><published>2009-12-07T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:22:47.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>It is Christmastime and I am happy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I've made a few life decisions that hopefully will work out well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've decided not to apply to Grad school this year because of a few reasons: I haven't taken the GRE yet and some of them require this--and its not something I want to rush into, your portfolio is like 90% of what they're judging and I don't think mine is up to par--I've been splitting my focus what with school/work/etc.,  and I really don't want to rush back into school because I'm still a little iffy on what I want from my life and not confident in making that financial commitment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to get a second job. This may seem like a stupid idea in lieu of the portfolio biz, but the fact is I need more money. I've been cutting back spending recently and its sort of working (i.e. I actually have $$ in my bank account), but its not helping eliminate my credit card debt and its not really allowing me to save a whole lot. Starting in July I'm gonna be paying back my student loans and ideally I'd like to have my credit card debt taken care of. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its time to lose weight. My immediate family is having a friendly competition in order for us all to get a little healthier. Whoever loses the most weight (in terms of %--biggest loser status) by the end of April 2010 will get a new wardrobe (a few outfits) compliments of the rest of us. I intend to win.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to write a book. Who knows if it will get published, I'm just going to write it. I won't describe it here (cause I don't trust the interwebs) but it is an awesome idea and you will love it. Just ask me for deets if you're curious. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess its kinda like new year's resolutions but I never actually follow through with those so hopefully these will work out. CROSS YOUR FINGERS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come April, I will look like this:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/Sx23fNM_rCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/uNXyDK0acr0/s1600-h/compositor.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/Sx23fNM_rCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/uNXyDK0acr0/s320/compositor.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412684073917197346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-1381147585825227490?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1381147585825227490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=1381147585825227490' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1381147585825227490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1381147585825227490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/Sx23fNM_rCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/uNXyDK0acr0/s72-c/compositor.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-3860816682753198874</id><published>2009-12-05T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:47:11.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>"Dominic, if you don't settle down in the next ten seconds, I'm gonna text Santa."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-3860816682753198874?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3860816682753198874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=3860816682753198874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3860816682753198874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3860816682753198874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-4379034664236611217</id><published>2009-12-02T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:21:02.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my sister is coming home tonight from a 2 week long vacation. I've spent approximately one week of that time by myself at my house. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find that I kind of like living alone after living with other people my whole life (most of whom were family). I'm sure there would be some days that I'd want someone to talk to about my day, but I like not having to worry about what kind of mood someone else is in when I get home, or if they cleaned up after themselves, etc. I think it might be fun to live alone for like 6 months as a test run. We'll see. My future is hazy, especially with that darn 2012 approaching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-4379034664236611217?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4379034664236611217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=4379034664236611217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4379034664236611217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4379034664236611217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-my-sister-is-coming-home-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-6198481305442641660</id><published>2009-12-01T20:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:19:09.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like my life is that cliche scene in a bad romantic comedy</title><content type='html'>So apparently at the ripe old age of 23 I've reached that point in life where if I mention a guy's name every woman in my family has to ask if he is single/we are dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love life = pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More accurately, my love life = non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people have said to me that they're going to find someone to hook me up with. But, frankly, the only people who have said this are people whose friends I really never ever want to meet. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, vacation did me well. I have been in quite the chipper mood since and work has been waaaaay less stressful/annoying. The only weird thing is our new GM. He doesn't speak. Terin and I were having a conversation about how annoyingly passive he is. I don't bother saying Hi to him because frankly I couldn't care less if he knows I exist. As long as he is aware that I will never be wearing an earpiece, I am fine. Similarly, I have no inclination whatsoever to introduce myself to/befriend the twenty-something newbies we hired. I hardly ever interact with other people and when I do, its intentional on my part. So, sorry new hires, but you're just not worth my time. Especially since none of you are attractive looking males upon which I can gaze in delight. Fugly the lot of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently sitting in the school library composing this post instead of composing a 10 page paper on Feminism &amp;amp; The Scarlet Letter. I'm sitting in the library because my fraking interwebs won't work at home (argh!!!!) and I'm blogging because I have a latent desire to sabatoge my academic success in order to avoid entering "the real world". However, this may be slightly unsuccessful in itself because "the real world" basically means getting a job and this bitch has been consistently employed since the 5th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have exactly one and a half pages written on the scandalous Hester Prynne and her role as a feminist icon. Well, at this point, there's not actually too much on her cause I started out with the reference to Anne Hutchinson in the opening chapter. *yawn* I hate this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, that blasted 7th check plus in my writing class eluded me once again. The deal is that if we get 7 check pluses (plus'? pleese? pli? whatevs) out of our 10 written assignments, then our grade gets that extra little boost at the end of the semester. I'm not particularly worried about my overall grade, but in this class at least I want to excel. Because I was absent more than I thought I was forced to turn in two exercises the Thursday before last in order to fulfill the 10 requirement. I also needed to get a check plus on both in order to meet the 7. I got them back today and 1 has a check plus. The other has a check and then this scribble next to it where HE CROSSED OUT THE PLUS!!!! What the hell?! I totally had a plus and he took it away! Unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got to class and found out that on one of those days I was absent they changed the schedule and apparently I was supposed to have been the peer reviewer for one of today's stories. Fun! Not. I had no idea. I couldn't even wing it because I wasn't there last Tuesday (I was in Colorado) and when she emailed her story to the class there was no attachment. Balls. So I told my teacher I would turn one in on Thursday and he said I'd get extra credit for it (cause I actually already did my required review a month ago and this was gonna be extra anyway). So hopefully this will make up for that phantom plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: My friend Jennie is pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-6198481305442641660?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6198481305442641660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=6198481305442641660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6198481305442641660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6198481305442641660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-like-my-life-is-that-cliche.html' title='I feel like my life is that cliche scene in a bad romantic comedy'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-2530352639009525443</id><published>2009-12-01T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:35:17.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sort of another thing I didn't see</title><content type='html'>So in addition to my ongoing list of things I didn't see/do in NY, my mom actually saw this and I am jealous. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently while she was waiting for me and Emily at Times Square she saw two real gay guys get in a tiff about something one of them may or may not have said. Then I guess the four other gay guys in their group joined in by taking sides. I just really want to hear what a gay New Yorker sounds like cause according to my mom it only made the whole thing more hilarious. Gah! I want to witness a gay New York brawl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, I could probably go on forever about the things I still want to do, so this shall be my last. Promise...hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-2530352639009525443?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2530352639009525443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=2530352639009525443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2530352639009525443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2530352639009525443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/sort-of-another-thing-i-didnt-see.html' title='Sort of another thing I didn&apos;t see'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-5617413212479539576</id><published>2009-11-29T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:41:35.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thought of another one &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DIDN'T GET ON CASH CAB!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I forgot this one earlier, but it kind of coincides with the not walking around/exploring as much as I wanted to. I feel like I was deprived of my taxi-van scoping time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearly I must go back to New York. Who's coming with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-5617413212479539576?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5617413212479539576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=5617413212479539576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5617413212479539576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5617413212479539576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/thought-of-another-one-i-didnt-get-on.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-8665671044135863437</id><published>2009-11-29T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:34:09.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thought of two more things I didn't do:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit the World Trade Center Memorial thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See a Broadway Show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-8665671044135863437?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8665671044135863437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=8665671044135863437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/8665671044135863437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/8665671044135863437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/thought-of-two-more-things-i-didnt-do.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-87154115196216954</id><published>2009-11-28T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:58:54.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditching the real world</title><content type='html'>Things I did on vacation:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had Christmas in a cup with Kellie @ Lucile's. There was also a cameo of their beignets. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drove around creating the perfect meal. This included: rolls, mashed potatoes, mexican salad, chicken, wine coolers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Son In Law whilst consuming said perfect meal. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took ridiculous pictures at the sculpture park. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went on Celestial Seasonings Tour. Mint room=Intense!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had lovely dinner &amp;amp; played games with my aunt &amp;amp; her boyfriend. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate breakfast burritos and went geocaching (after finding out that Coors wasn't giving tours this week).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went on Boulder Beer Company Tour then had semi-nice meal @ Mimi's with my aunt, cousin &amp;amp; her two kids. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flew to New York!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had almost front row view of Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade! Took lots of pictures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Josh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to swanky restaurant on the Upper West Side for Thanksgiving Day Dinner. Was delicious, but pricey (sorry Josh!).  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strolled thru Central Park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to a taping of the Today Show &amp;amp; got on TV!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched people skate at Rockfeller. Did not go as I was probably the only person in our party with reasonable balance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw the Rockettes @ Radio City Music Hall! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought pickles at The Pickle Guys in the Lower East Side&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate pizza @ Lombardi's. I shall be yelping this place as I was dissatisfied. The pizza was good (not overly great) but there were several issues. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Ferrera's pastry shop and bought mini pastries!!! They were so cute and delicious. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Penn Station and visited Josh at Borders...am jealous of several aspects of that store, not the least of which is the employee bathroom. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited Times Square  and the M&amp;amp;M shop. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate a hot dog from a vendor on the street&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took the Staten Island Ferry &amp;amp; took pictures of the Statue of Liberty. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flew home :(   fortunately on swanky Virgin America plane that lets me use the interwebs in flight so I can update my blog :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Things I didn't do that now require another visit to NYC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;See the Empire State Building&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a picture of the skyline (a good one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Ellis Island &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend enough time with Josh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to 5th Ave.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a picture in front of the NBA store (sorry Kellie!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk around/explore as much as I want (our itinerary was a little too controlled)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat at more pizza places (or eat more in general)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go out on the town at night to fun bars and stuff. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-87154115196216954?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/87154115196216954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=87154115196216954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/87154115196216954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/87154115196216954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/ditching-real-world.html' title='Ditching the real world'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-4284148558576536802</id><published>2009-11-19T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:17:17.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh. Last week's writing exercise, which if you remember was total crap, got a CHECK PLUS. Normally I would be excited, but the fact that I got a paltry check mark on the one I liked and a check plus on what I thought was horrible annoys me. Clearly, I am a horrible judge of my own work. This depresses me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-4284148558576536802?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4284148558576536802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=4284148558576536802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4284148558576536802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4284148558576536802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-8232674531365828899</id><published>2009-11-19T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:00:33.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing exercise: Epistle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:150%"&gt;Thank You For Your Application&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right;line-height:150%"&gt;06 November &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Dear Mr.——&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I received your application on the 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of October and have spent the last 9 days reviewing all that you have written. There is no doubt that, academically, you meet the requirements, however, your personal essay portion leaves something to be desired. Despite the honest and &lt;i&gt;earnest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; tone of the piece, it is evident that there are outstanding issues in the following areas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;1. Conflict of Interest&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It became readily apparent in the second paragraph that there is an alternate demand on you. This position requires that any and all free time and though outside of (and at times including) the familial realm be committed to the position. It is expected that you show 100% loyalty and dedication at &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:normal"&gt; times. Previous holders of the position have sacrificed friendships, families, careers, etc., so the immediate cessation of your association with a Ms. —— is necessary for your continued consideration for this appointment, despite her having been the one to bring you to my attention.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;2. Traveling Distance/Location&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In the section discussing your current living situation (which will be referenced later on), there was mention of your living in S—————, which, while still in the county, is not the ideal location for someone interested in this position. First and foremost, you will be acquiring and temporarily housing very important (and expensive) items for me. S————— is not exactly known for its safe neighborhoods, despite the current attempts to label it as a “suburb on the rise”. The position may also require that you entertain some of my associates in your home, which may pose a problem given the size and condition inferred from your essay. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Since it will be necessary for you to drive to and spend time in N———— on a regular basis, a closer locale will be beneficiary for both parties involved. There may also be instances where your immediate presence is required and a 45-60 minute drive is not ideal. An area much more acceptable for an applicant is someplace like C———, which does have some very nice condos currently available. My realtor’s name is A— B————— if you’d like a few suggestions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;3. Lack of Experience&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;One thing that separated you from the dozens of other applicants is your relative inexperience. While this is in some ways “fresh” and exciting (as I have always wanted to be a mentor of sorts), I find myself a bit concerned about your ability to satisfactorily live up to my high standards. I am a very busy woman, and as such, do not have &lt;i&gt;too much&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; time to devote to crafting you to my ideals, despite any latent desire to be a mentor. We may need to organize a sort of trial run, in which you prove to me that you are the quick learner your aptitude tests suggest. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In addition, I am well aware that your age is a factor in your inexperience, but I want to assure you that I have never been prone to ageism and actually quite look forward to a younger perspective on the position. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;4. Current Income&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;While there is no formal economic requirement, it is largely understood that any applicant should be able to fully support themselves prior to and for the duration of this role. It is important not only for &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;reputation, but also for the stress-free environment ideal for the growth of our involvement together. Any outside source of income must, however, not present a conflict of interest, resulting in less than 100% dedication to your position in association with myself. If you need any suggestions of low-maintenace/high-income jobs, feel free to give my financial advisor E—— a call (***) ***-****.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;5. Living Situation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In conjunction with both the issue of income and location, it is necessary that you live roommate free. Since you will be entertaining my associates and myself in your living environment upon occasion, it is ideal that there be no marijuana-smoking best friend or over-involved mother in the way of the success of these interactions. You will be representing me and, as such, cannot be seen to associate with such unsavory and outdated personalities. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In fulfilling the income expectation, you should be able to afford a decently furnished living space without the requirement of a roommate or benevolent relative. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;The five items discussed above represent the main concerns regarding your application. It will remain “In Process” for another 7 days, during which you may take steps toward rectifying the problems addressed in this letter. If, after the 7 days, you have not contacted me with any updates on your situation the application will be considered incomplete and you may reapply when the position is reopened at a later date. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;I thank you for your application for the position of my boyfriend. Feel free to contact me with any questions regarding these concerns or any other matter you feel may effect your application. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Sincerely, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;R——&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;M—————&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I would be remiss if I didn't give inspirational credit to my wife and to -------. Life gives you lemons, you make ridiculous stories cause you don't like lemonade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-8232674531365828899?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8232674531365828899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=8232674531365828899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/8232674531365828899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/8232674531365828899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/writing-exercise-epistle.html' title='Writing exercise: Epistle'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-4307231539109497439</id><published>2009-11-14T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:07:38.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We all know what it means when you assume.</title><content type='html'>Okay. I make assumptions kind of often, especially when it comes to my sister. I know I shouldn't because more often than not it backfires. But my assumptions are usually logical. Like, if I take down the trash cans on trash day she will bring them up. Apparently, she has been making assumptions as well. Only, hers make me confuzled. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Case in point:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Did you use my straightener?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Yes, is that okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: No. Its kind of annoying actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Oh, uh. I'm sorry...? I didn't think it would be a big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: Well, you used to use my hair dryer and that kind of annoyed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Oh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: And I waited months for you to buy one but I had to go out and get one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Was I supposed to buy a hairdryer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: No, but I assumed you would because you were complaining about not having one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: What? When did I complain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: You complained once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: (long disbelieving pause) And so I was supposed to buy a new one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: You just do a lot of things that annoy me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel that was a justified assumption. Granted, I used her old hairdryer with frequency, but it didn't break because of over use. In fact, said hairdryer was STOLEN along with a bunch of other crap she had in her car. Therefore, its defection from our home was in no way connected to me and one complaint about its disappearance does not mean I am obligated to replace it. Absurd, I say. Absurd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not too mention, I'm pretty she does more to annoy me than I her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-4307231539109497439?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4307231539109497439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=4307231539109497439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4307231539109497439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4307231539109497439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-all-know-what-it-means-when-you.html' title='We all know what it means when you assume.'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-2579988323459209260</id><published>2009-11-12T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:19:31.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I still have the bullet point option</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent yesterday evening with my friend Claire. We were supposed to see a taping of Jimmy Kimmel with Dominic Monaghan as the guest. Got there too late so we headed towards Westwood for some delicious Enzo's Pizza. *drool* it was so good and I was starving. After that we headed to 3rd Street for Crepes which were equally awesome. It was fun eating good food and catching up. Then I found out I left my lights on (which I totally don't remember using in the first place) and killed the battery. Managed to figure out how to jump it with Claire's car. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got up at 6am to do my homework. Will not be posting it as it is totally crap. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got to work at 8 and found out they decided yesterday that they wanted to put some stuff on sale today. After printing and putting up signs I commenced the finishing touches for my visit. They showed up earlier than projected but it went well overall. He said he thought the shop was great. When we got upstairs to check out Holiday Lane he furiously tore down the signs on the boxed holiday card fixture and went on a rant about how they were too high because the average customer was my height. I refrained from pointing out that I do know how to look up. Whatevs. He hated where Holiday Lane was (as do we all) and told me to pull stuff as soon as the C-tables sell down. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to class where I spent the better part of an hour and fifteen minutes passing notes with my friend August, wherein we judged people in our class. Turned in my crappy assignment. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went back to work for another 3 hours. Totally didn't want to, but I get paid so I guess its all good. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-2579988323459209260?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2579988323459209260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=2579988323459209260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2579988323459209260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/2579988323459209260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-i-still-have-bullet-point.html' title='Because I still have the bullet point option'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-5297219250078623697</id><published>2009-11-06T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:52:49.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hamiltonhall.info/images/Stress-ZebraStripes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 443px;" src="http://www.hamiltonhall.info/images/Stress-ZebraStripes.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-5297219250078623697?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5297219250078623697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=5297219250078623697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5297219250078623697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5297219250078623697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-5974364628751521419</id><published>2009-11-05T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:54:32.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing exercise: Dialogue</title><content type='html'>Because I did my homework this week, you get a treat...well maybe. We'll find out after you read it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%"&gt;Visiting Hours&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“What, no flowers for me?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“I don’t have time for this. Why did you call me?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“Oh we’ll get to it. Franklin, darlin’ can you just close that door for me so Tom and I can have a li’l privacy. That’s a dear.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“You’ve got everyone wrapped around that finger of yours, don’t you?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“Oh, I wouldn’t presume-”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“Wouldn’t you?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“Really, Tom, take a seat. Can’t we be civil?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“No.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“There, that’s more comfortable, isn’t it? No reason we can’t share some simple conversation. How’s the family?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“Is this why you called me over here? Because you’re bored and can’t receive callers anymore?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“Heavens, Tom. There’s no call to be rude. I was just making polite conversation. My mother was the queen of polite conversation, did you know that, Tom? At my age—by the way I’ll be twenty-six on Friday and expect a cake—she could stop a brawl with her sweet voice. ‘Course, like as not, my daddy probably started the fight in the first place. I wish I coulda known her better, but she went missing when I was seven. Did you have a nice childhood, Tom?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“Cut the crap. We both know there is a reason you called me here, whether or not its what you mentioned on the telephone.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“How’s the family, Tom?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“Fine, we’ll do it your way. The family is fine. Except for the wife, of course, since she’s mad as hell that you somehow got our home number.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“I’m sorry about that, Tom, but your office won’t take my calls anymore. That secretary of yours is real unaccommodating. You should really consider getting rid of her.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“I think I’ll give her a raise. Unless I find out she’s the one who gave you my home number.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“Oh, she’s not. Don’t you remember Missy Trelaine?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“From the market on 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“That’s the one! Well, she’s real good friends with Kelly Ann, who, if you recall, is practically a sister to my third cousin Jessie. It was simple enough to call Aunt Helen, who put in a call to her sister, Esther, who, of course, is Jessie’s-”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“I see where this is going. Have you ever heard of invasion of privacy?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“Well, yes, but I wasn’t invadin’ nobody.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“My wife begs to differ. &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; beg to differ. Can we get on with it?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“I do like your wife, Tom. You made an excellent choice. Some people just marry cause they want to be married and don’t even think about whether or not they’re suitable. Sometimes they don’t even think about whether or not the other person even &lt;i&gt;wants&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; to be married.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“Can we get to the point of me being here?”&lt;br /&gt;“So hasty!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“Well, Maryanne, you called me in the middle of dinner saying it was imperative that I come over here right away. You said you were ready to talk. So talk!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“I have been. Weren’t you listening?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“All I’ve heard is your usual babble. Now I came down here to hear your side of the story, but if this was just a trick for some company then I’m gonna have to leave.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“It wasn’t a trick, Tom.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“Then why am I here? What have you got to say?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“The truth.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“And what truth is that, Maryanne?”&lt;br /&gt;“It was self defense.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“Self defense! The man was napping in his chair! What on earth could you have been defending yourself against? This is ridiculous, Maryanne. I can’t believe you brought me down here for this bull.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“No, don’t leave-”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“The charges stay at Murder One. I suggest you cut the crap and find a lawyer.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“It was self defense! It was! Only, it was years too late.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“What insanity are you talking now, Maryanne?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“Did you have a nice childhood, Tom?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-5974364628751521419?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5974364628751521419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=5974364628751521419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5974364628751521419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5974364628751521419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/writing-exercise-dialogue.html' title='Writing exercise: Dialogue'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-1414916196169884155</id><published>2009-11-04T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:28:49.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I so didn't want to go to class tonight. I'm still recovering from the awesome weekend and work is stressing me out. The last thing I wanted to do was spend 3 hours discussing a book I didn't read and failing a quiz on said novel. Also I was terrified to find out what I got on that horrible paper I turned in two weeks ago. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following are reasons why I am glad I did go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was no quiz!!!! I don't know why and I am not going to ask. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My teacher spent the first 15 minutes of class talking about how not funny Dane Cook is. While I do enjoy his comedy, it was pretty amusing listening to my teacher break down exactly why he thinks Dane Cook is a post-structuralist comic. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We read "The Awakening" and it's set in a Creole society. Thus, all the names are French. My teacher obsessively corrected everyone's pronunciation of the name Robert, making sure that it was always said like "row-bear". Which, of course, made me think of Robot. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is this girl who sits to my right and she is ugly. I have this strange fascination with her face. If she is talking I literally cannot look away. Today I discovered that I unconsciously make ugly faces while I do this. Oops!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This same girl also said "because of the times" at least 3 times with every comment she made. I don't know why, but it was highly amusing to me. I'm pretty sure she didn't realize exactly how many times she said it (38). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While talking about how the character Edna essentially abandons her children, my teacher yells out "I ABANDONED MY CHILD!!!" in perfect Daniel Day Lewis impersonation. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And last, but definitely not least, I GOT A FRAKING &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; ON MY PAPER!!! Woot Woot! That thing was such a piece of shit. I think I sat there in shock for a full on ten minutes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-1414916196169884155?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1414916196169884155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=1414916196169884155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1414916196169884155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/1414916196169884155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-so-didnt-want-to-go-to-class-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-8059142913124517646</id><published>2009-11-03T23:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:34:36.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Best. Weekend. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-8059142913124517646?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8059142913124517646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=8059142913124517646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/8059142913124517646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/8059142913124517646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/11/best.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-4036905913771785314</id><published>2009-10-29T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:47:38.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why on earth would you take a vacation that involved sailing anywhere &lt;i&gt;near&lt;/i&gt; Somalia?!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091029/ap_on_re_af/piracy"&gt;Stupid people&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-4036905913771785314?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4036905913771785314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=4036905913771785314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4036905913771785314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4036905913771785314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-on-earth-would-you-take-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-4615835156220898505</id><published>2009-10-29T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:45:38.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Resolution</title><content type='html'>Be upbeat and nice to people (i.e. be Bonnie from like 6 years ago). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe these photos will help...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SunSSeD2l4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/yxuL41Isuw8/s1600-h/junior8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SunSSeD2l4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/yxuL41Isuw8/s320/junior8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398076843128952706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SunUWR1tD9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/sBlcb75675E/s1600-h/bday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SunUWR1tD9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/sBlcb75675E/s320/bday3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398079107591114706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SunUeyyc1jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BkryxJ7E_2U/s1600-h/bday15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SunUeyyc1jI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BkryxJ7E_2U/s320/bday15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398079253874791986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-4615835156220898505?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4615835156220898505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=4615835156220898505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4615835156220898505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/4615835156220898505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday-resolution.html' title='Thursday Resolution'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/SunSSeD2l4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/yxuL41Isuw8/s72-c/junior8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-5271264894420981821</id><published>2009-10-27T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:00:47.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I did today</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put a book on hold at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble and didn't pick it up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran into Miguel on the way to school for the first time even though he's been parking in my driveway since the end of August. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to an enjoyable class session, but it did end with a paltry checkmark on the one writing assignment I really enjoyed creating. I think it was the rhyming that killed it for him :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to work and unpacked 1,000 boxes of PC crap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent my break purchasing 32 oz. of fake blood, 25 feet of plastic sheeting, and green hair spray. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent another 4 hours unpacking boxes of PC crap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sure wish we had this in-store so I could use the 40% off coupon. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebooksmugglers.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/BattlestarGalactica_ThePlan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 439px; height: 700px;" src="http://thebooksmugglers.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/BattlestarGalactica_ThePlan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-5271264894420981821?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5271264894420981821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=5271264894420981821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5271264894420981821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5271264894420981821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-i-did-today.html' title='Things I did today'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-8180268582432398527</id><published>2009-10-23T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:21:50.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaws</title><content type='html'>I don't really like people with strong opinions. I think I fear that they have a greater chance of becoming zealous, and that freaks me out. Also, I hate when people refuse to change their opinions because they think it is a good trait to stick to your convictions. What if something happens in your life, or someone says something to you, and it just completely changes things? I totally have known people that ignore such epiphanies and remain dead set on their original opinion. Its annoying. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this is why I generally am uncomfortable around people who are: feminists, religious, political, activists, ethnocentric, prejudiced and sexist. I, myself, have prejudices, but they actually are pretty specific and based on personal experience. Plus, I am inclined to make exceptions once I've interacted with the person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7248992644953110255-8180268582432398527?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8180268582432398527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=8180268582432398527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/8180268582432398527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/8180268582432398527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/10/flaws.html' title='Flaws'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-7390113665556485515</id><published>2009-10-22T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:09:17.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing exercise: Miniature/Vignette</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Disturbed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;The whole town hid, eyes glued to their screens; windows shut tightly to block out the screams. The signal failed and left them in fear, as they pondered what creature it was they could hear. &lt;i&gt;Was it man or beast or unearthly being?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whose shadow was it that they were seeing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;Their questions remained three whole days in their heads, while they huddled and whispered prayers in their beds. When finally the fourth day brought silent relief, they ventured to learn the cause of such grief. And with shock each person did find, these horrors existed just in their mind. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-7390113665556485515?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7390113665556485515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=7390113665556485515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7390113665556485515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7390113665556485515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/10/writing-exercise-miniaturevignette.html' title='Writing exercise: Miniature/Vignette'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-6608457081311360745</id><published>2009-10-21T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:48:03.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/St9JQ9ciGJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D01behW2kyU/s1600-h/8528_172556019792_548669792_2560344_5197454_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/St9JQ9ciGJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D01behW2kyU/s320/8528_172556019792_548669792_2560344_5197454_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395111434334115986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-6608457081311360745?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6608457081311360745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=6608457081311360745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6608457081311360745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/6608457081311360745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='!!!!'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhgBrmci0fg/St9JQ9ciGJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D01behW2kyU/s72-c/8528_172556019792_548669792_2560344_5197454_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-610526126565328413</id><published>2009-10-17T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:11:07.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>writing exercise: Endless Openings</title><content type='html'>I don't know. I'm not too sure if I like this one. It was kind of rushed and I feel like I didn't really do justice to the exercise. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%"&gt;A Love Story&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;It was a simple story, really—a love story. She was a princess, he a prince. They met through fate in a glen, where both ran to the rescue of a baby squirrel being terrorized by a large wolf. It was love at first sight and also decided that they would be married in the morning. The princess’s father, the king, heartily approved of the match and all in the land rejoiced in the union. And they lived happily ever after. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Or, it was a simple story, but life, as always, had other plans. She was a princess, yes, but her father wasn’t any old king. He was king of the south side—a crime lord, if you didn’t get the hint. The boy also remained a prince, but his monthly allowance was dwindling rapidly and he needed an influx of funds fast. Hence, his attempts to “accidentally” encounter the princess. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;When they did meet it was quite by accident. He wasn’t expecting to find himself hauled to the abandoned railroad tracks at 1am and staring up at a loaded 9 mm. He also didn’t expect to hear her voice at the last second, saving his life. Kind by nature, the princess couldn’t bear knowing that her father had someone killed to protect her. In fact, to her, his willingness to die in order to meet her was romantic. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366FF"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Or, simply put, it was a love story. She was a princess to all those people who watched her face light up the big screen. He was prince in much the same way. They’re meeting was arranged by fate, also known as their agents, and news of their impending nuptials hit the tabloids the very next day. Two days later the couple had their first date, sipping champagne on a romantic picnic in Central Park. The rags documented every moment of the whirlwind romance, particularly those days when he would show up on the set of her latest film reeking of whiskey. They similarly made sure to report about her rabid jealousy over his relationships with his costars. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;They did manage to miss completely her affair with the producer of his new movie, a man known as the king of comedy. Our prince, of course, did not take kindly to the infidelity, but the fans loved him more as part of the perfect couple.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Or, it was a love story, simply motivated by politics. He was a prince, who wanted to be king, but first he needed a princess with the keys to the kingdom. She was a princess with powerful connections and deep pockets. It also didn’t hurt that she looked excellent in sweater sets and pearls. Her heart’s only desire was to marry and continue to look excellent in sweater sets and pearls. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;They met at a garden party for the soon-to-be-retired king, both assessing the potential of the other from across the lawn. When they were eventually introduced by a mutual acquaintance only one word crossed their minds—perfect. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;The match was made that very day and the contract between them finalized only a few short months later. The princess, her marriage now attained, and the prince, already laying down the money trail, took their first step towards the kingdom. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-610526126565328413?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/610526126565328413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=610526126565328413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/610526126565328413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/610526126565328413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/10/writing-exercise-endless-openings.html' title='writing exercise: Endless Openings'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-7003313295612568651</id><published>2009-10-07T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:20:11.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware the Blasphemy! (First full story of the semester. And, no, that's not the title)</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buried&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Fr: Ari&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;crew building the &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;temple found a buried &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;building! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;7:36pm Thu, Apr 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;CB#: Ari&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Fr: Elijah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;i heard. prolly just another&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;old shack. don’t forget my&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;book 2morow. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;7:39 Thu, Apr 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;CB#: Elijah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Fr: Ari&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;haha ur prolly right. ppl&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;hardly ever find anything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;in Jerusalem anymore &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;7:43 Thu, Apr 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;CB#: Ari&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt"&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;From: Maria M Evangelista &lt;&lt;a href="mailto:m.evang1@ju.edu"&gt;m.evang1@ju.edu&lt;/a&gt;&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Date: Fri, Apr 30, 2990 at 2:52 PM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Subject: Issues in Israel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;To: Sara Daniels &lt;&lt;a href="mailto:s.daniels.3@nyu.edu"&gt;s.daniels.3@nyu.edu&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Omg! Can you believe all of this would happen while I’m here studying abroad? It’s so awesome. You would never believe how insane it is over here. Everyone is speculating on who it is, but all my Jewish friends remain pretty uninterested in the whole thing. Probably because it was the Vatican that found it. I don’t care who found it, I just find the whole thing incredibly interesting (especially because it’s the result of someone actually daring to go against the church). See what we miss out on when people are sheep? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Sorry, didn’t mean to get preachy on ya. Just wanted to drop you a line cause this all made me miss our debates. Hope you’re doing well up in the Big Apple. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Ciao!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;-M&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;From: Sara Daniels &lt;&lt;a href="mailto:s.daniels.3@nyu.edu"&gt;s.daniels.3@nyu.edu&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Date: Fri, Apr 30, 2990 at 6:33 PM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Subject: Re: Issues in Israel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;To: Maria M Evangelista &lt;&lt;a href="mailto:m.evang1@ju.edu"&gt;m.evang1@ju.edu&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;I am soooooooo jealous right now! I hate you almost as much as I miss you. All the Jewish people here (which, you know is like &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt;) are intensely interested in the goings on over there. I guess if you’ve been living near the Holy City for so long you just kind of become immune to “discoveries”. Wasn’t the last major find the body of a goat or something? Anyway, all of us keep coming up with theories as to the identity. Paulo, our resident atheist, is convinced its Jesus :-P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Speaking of theory, I gotta hit the books for my big test. Hopefully we’ll find out the truth soon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Much love! (and equal amounts of jealousy)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;-S&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;P.S. I miss your rants about the Catholic Church and it’s “lies”. Now I have nothing to do between classes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333"&gt;“&lt;span class="style9"&gt;Time heals old pain, while it creates new ones.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;From: Maria M Evangelista &lt;&lt;a href="mailto:m.evang1@ju.edu"&gt;m.evang1@ju.edu&lt;/a&gt;&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Date: Sun, May 15, 2990 at 3:33 PM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Subject: O.M.G. indeed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;To: Sara Daniels &lt;&lt;a href="mailto:s.daniels.3@nyu.edu"&gt;s.daniels.3@nyu.edu&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;You are hereby sworn to secrecy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;My friend Jayel works for one of the linguists examining the wall (basically he just fetches water and shit) and has seen what it says. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;I’ve attached two photos he managed to take with his phone. The first is a picture of a picture of the wall and the second is the tentative translation. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;Crazy sauce, man.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;-M&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 attachments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:normal"&gt; — &lt;u&gt;Download all attachments&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;View all images&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.jpg&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;53K&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;View&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Download&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.jpg&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;51K&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;View&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Download&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="style9"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt"&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;callmeJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:normal"&gt; RT @masterbuilder: Construction crew unburies #bodyofchrist in Israel?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;10:37 AM May 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; from web&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;thomasdl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:normal"&gt; @callmeJ Are you shitting me? Has it been confirmed? I thought the carbon dating took awhile?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;12:16 PM May 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; from TwitterBerry in reply to callmeJ&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;callmeJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:normal"&gt; @thomasdl No official confirmation, but did you read what the message said? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;3:16 PM May 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; from web in reply to &lt;span style="color:#333333"&gt;@thomasdl&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt"&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="right" style="text-align:right;line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For Christ’s sake!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;American Typewriter&amp;quot;"&gt;Everyone has been up in arms about this whole Jesus fiasco. Every television station has a live feed to Israel. But how can we really know anything? We can carbon date the shit out of that body but whose to say its not some poor guy who was just chillin’ in Jerusalem who spent everyday of his life working hard to feed his children? And now the dude can’t get any peace in death. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;American Typewriter&amp;quot;"&gt;I say, if they date it around the time of Jesus then its time to stop focusing on the how and take a gander at the why. Who cares how his body got there? A better question is: why did we find it now? I mean, we’ve been actively looking for how long for signs of his existence? So why now, when we’ve decided to simply accept and honor him (with a giant building of course), did we find proof that he lived &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;American Typewriter&amp;quot;"&gt; died? We believe that we rise and go to heaven, right? And yet, we remain buried and wept over. Why can’t Jesus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Text posted at &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:normal"&gt;11:53 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;|&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Permalink&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt"&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angelica Gomez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:normal"&gt; is conflicted about finding Jesus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;03 Jun at 19:22&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Comment&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See Wall—to—Wall &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#333333"&gt;4 other people&lt;/span&gt; like this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333"&gt;View all 11 comments&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luz Perkins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:normal"&gt; They still haven’t completed analysis of the body&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;and the debate over the message continues. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray"&gt;03 Jun at 21:30&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:.5in;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christian Ramirez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:normal"&gt; Aren’t we all? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray"&gt;03 Jun at 21:46&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt"&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confirmation: Laborers find Jesus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;color:#999999"&gt;By David Lapid &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;color:#999999"&gt;Published: July 4, 2990&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;ISRAEL — Early morning on Thursday, April 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;, a construction crew outside of Jerusalem stumbled upon what is definitely the greatest find of the century, if not ever—the body of Christ. The crew was hired to tear down several small structures, most recently used as a shelter for the homeless and a small market, to the Northeast of the Catholic cemetery by the Mount of Olives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once demolition was completed several other crews were to join them and begin the construction of an elaborate temple-like structure dedicated to the life and works of Jesus Christ. The project was to be completed in time for the celebration of 3,000 years since his death. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;This, at least, was the Vatican’s plan until its demolition crew discovered an anomaly in the Northern most structure’s foundation. Assuming that the raised portions of the earth might indicate the location of a buried building, the foreman contacted Vatican representatives to suggest that the demolition be halted and an archeologist be called in to investigate. International law would also require that the Israeli government be notified and consulted. Reports suggest that the Vatican, concerned that the find might impede the already delayed project, told the company to simply “fill in the gaps” and begin laying down the foundation for the new structure. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Eli Gottesdiener, the foreman on the project, decided instead to investigate a little. “I told my crew that my superiors decided we should continue with the foundation, but none of us liked the idea of leaving something like that hidden,” Gottesdiener told the press in a conference on Thursday, “We decided instead to carefully investigate the area. I called my friend Hasim to oversee. It was clear right away that it was a structure. It looked small, like one room. I knew I had to call [the Vatican] again.” Gottesdiener did make the call and this time Vatican representatives were forced to postpone the project because of international diplomacy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Early on in the project’s history, they had faced several problems with the acquisition of the land. Israel, still a largely Hebrew nation, eventually agreed to sell the land to the Catholic Church for an exorbitant $23 billion. The purchase caused a uproar in the Catholic community, as it became apparent that the community at large had been unaware of such a wealth within the Church. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Hoping to avoid another incident within the Church and anxious to continue the project, representatives from the Vatican traveled to Jerusalem immediately to investigate. Hasim Lempel, Gottesdiener’s friend and head of the Archeology department at Jerusalem University, confirmed to the representatives that their construction site was now an archeological one. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;The structure was, as Gottesdiener said, a small one, consisting of two rooms. When initially revealed, Lempel assumed it was a house for the outcast, given its size and distance from any other structural finds. Further excavation revealed, however, a third, sealed room wherein they discovered a nicely preserved human corpse. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“It was immediately clear that we found a body,” Lempel said. “It was actually quite shocking how well it was preserved.” The discovery of a body made it clear that they had stumbled upon a tomb. The body was immediately sent to the JU lab for analysis and preservation, while the team of archeologists now on site, continued to examine the structure. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;No other bodies were discovered, but carved into the walls of the third room, Hasim and his team found writings etched around the space that the body had occupied. They appeared to be written in Ancient Aramaic: the language of Jesus. Examiners of the writing confirmed the language and revealed that it appears to say, “He stands as the right hand of the father and lives”. There is debate, however, among those that have seen the wall that this is not the complete message and that the last portion was too damaged over the years to interpret. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Analysis of the body confirmed that it would’ve been buried around the time of Jesus’ death. This information combined with the message written above the body has Christians across the globe in an uproar, as they try to reconcile the spiritual implications of the physical existence of their savior.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“As a Christian you experience the whole spectrum of emotion,” says Mary Somers in Los Angeles, California, “One minute you’re ecstatic, because here is proof that you believe in someone real. Then the next, you realize that if his body is in Jerusalem, then how can he have risen from the dead? What does this mean about the Bible? They’ve opened up a whole new Pandora’s box over there.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;And what does the Pope have to offer his community in crisis? The Vatican declined to comment. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt"&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;†&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;From: Paulo Bautista &lt;&lt;a href="mailto:p.bautista.7@nyu.edu"&gt;p.bautista.7@nyu.edu&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Date: Mon, Jul 4, 2990 at 3:33 PM&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Subject: Finding Jesus&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;To: All &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;I called it! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;-Paulo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:normal"&gt;"Question with boldness even the existence of God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blindfolded fear." &lt;span style="color:black"&gt;- Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-7003313295612568651?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7003313295612568651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=7003313295612568651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7003313295612568651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/7003313295612568651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/10/beware-blasphemy-first-full-story-of.html' title='Beware the Blasphemy! (First full story of the semester. And, no, that&apos;s not the title)'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-5312248478742368640</id><published>2009-10-01T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:34:12.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing exercise: Chronicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Chronicle: write a 250-500 word story based on or modeled after a newspaper account. The narrative should follow the inverted pyramid structure of a news report, with an eye-catching headline, a strong top-heavy lead, and odd details falling to the bottom of the piece. Aim for an intentional confusion of fact and fiction in content while adhering to the structure of an essay.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:22.0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confirmation: Laborers find Jesus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;color:#999999"&gt;By David Lapid &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;color:#999999"&gt;Published: July 4, 2990&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;ISRAEL — Early Thursday morning on April 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;, a construction crew outside of Jerusalem stumbled upon what is definitely the greatest find of the century, if not ever—the body of Christ. The crew was hired to tear down several small structures, most recently used as a shelter for the homeless and a small market, to the Northeast of the Catholic cemetery by the Mount of Olives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once demolition was complete several other crews would join them and begin the construction of an elaborate temple-like structure dedicated to the life and works of Jesus himself, to be completed in time for the celebration of 3,000 years since his death. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;This, at least, was the Vatican’s plan until its demolition crew discovered an anomaly in the Northern most structure’s foundation. Assuming that the raised portions of the earth might indicate the location of a buried building, the foreman contacted Vatican representatives to suggest that the demolition be halted and an archeologist be called in to investigate. International law also would require that the Israeli government be notified and consulted. Reports suggest that the Vatican, concerned that the find might impede the already delayed project, told the company to simply “fill in the gaps” and begin laying down the foundation for the new structure. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Eli Gottesdiener, the foreman on the project, decided instead to investigate a little. “I told my crew that my superiors decided we should continue with the foundation, but none of us liked the idea of leaving something like that hidden,” Gottesdiener told the press in a conference on Thursday, “We decided instead to carefully investigate the area. I called my friend Hasim to oversee. It was clear right away that it was a structure. It looked small, like one room. I knew I had to call [the Vatican] again.” Gottesdiener did make the call again and this time Vatican representatives were forced to postpone the project because of international diplomacy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Early on in the project’s history, they faced several problems with the acquisition of the land. Israel, however, eventually agreed to sell the land to the Catholic Church for an exorbitant $8.3 billion. The purchase caused an uproar in the Catholic community, as it became apparent that the Vatican simply wasn’t sharing the wealth. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Hoping to avoid another incident within the Church, representatives from the Vatican traveled to Jerusalem immediately to investigate. Hasim Lempel, Gottesdiener’s friend and head of the Archeology department at Jerusalem University, confirmed to the representatives that their construction site was now an archeological one. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;The structure was, as Gottesdiener said, a small one, consisting of two rooms. When initially revealed, Lempel assumed it was a house for the outcast, given its size and distance from any other structural finds. Further excavation revealed, however, a third, sealed room wherein they discovered a nicely preserved human corpse. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“It was immediately clear that we found a body,” Lempel said. “It was actually quite shocking how well it was preserved.” The discovery of a body made it clear that they had stumbled upon a tomb. The body was immediately sent to the JU lab for analysis and preservation, while the team of archeologists now on site, continued to examine the structure. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;No other bodies were discovered, however, carved into the walls of the third room, Hasim and his team found writings etched around the space that the body had occupied. They appeared to be written in Ancient Aramaic: the language of Jesus. Examiners of the writing confirmed the language and revealed that it appears to say, “He stands as the right hand of the father and lives”. There is debate, however, among those that have seen the wall that this is not the complete message and that the last portion was too damaged over the years to interpret. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Analysis of the body confirmed that it would’ve been buried around the time of Jesus’ death. This information combined with the message written above the body has Christians across the globe in an uproar, as they try to reconcile the spiritual implications of the physical existence of their savior.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;“As a Christian you experience the whole spectrum of emotion,” says Mary Somers in Los Angeles, CA, “One minute you’re ecstatic, because here is proof that you believe in someone real. Then the next, you realize that if his body is in Jerusalem, then how can he have risen from the dead? What does this mean about the Bible? They’ve opened up a whole new Pandora’s box over there.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;And what does the Pope have to offer his community in chaos? The Vatican declined to comment. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-5312248478742368640?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5312248478742368640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=5312248478742368640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5312248478742368640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/5312248478742368640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/10/writing-exercise-chronicle.html' title='Writing exercise: Chronicle'/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-3142347414820693533</id><published>2009-09-26T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:15:47.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.brightstar-movie.com/"&gt;Bright Star&lt;/a&gt; was an excellent film. You should go see it. But you may need to bring some tissues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-3142347414820693533?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3142347414820693533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=3142347414820693533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3142347414820693533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/3142347414820693533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/09/bright-star-was-excellent-film.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248992644953110255.post-8566052445105640974</id><published>2009-09-24T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:26:25.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was snacking on some almonds as I waited for my lunch break and, for some reason, the thought that I am eating baby trees popped into my head and made me sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I give a shit when I eat baby chickens?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248992644953110255-8566052445105640974?l=bonnilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8566052445105640974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248992644953110255&amp;postID=8566052445105640974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/8566052445105640974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248992644953110255/posts/default/8566052445105640974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonnilicious.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-snacking-on-some-almonds-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06924402332579846467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
