<?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-8529191</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:38:56.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><subtitle type='html'>Broken in body, sometimes in heart, but not in soul.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529191.post-7721367060813306976</id><published>2009-02-27T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:59:23.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Holy cow, has it been THAT long...geez.  Yea...Well, new things in the world: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't guess from my typing, but I now have a part time job as a managing editor for academia type stuffs.  Can work from home so it's uber ;) Guess my anal-retentiveness came in handy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Rents are currently visiting...and are apparently carrying the plague type flu, but *crosses fingers* Bro and I are still resisting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see all you college buddies at the Garry's wedding.  Looking forward to the food in San Fran ;) Oh, and seeing you guys of course! ...mmm, food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thinking I should change my blog name...although it's good to keep around, see how I was at a lower time.  Although I don't need much reminding. Any stress or bad weather and I'm there.  Still, been 9 months since I was on pain killers...of course beer consumption has risen in the mean time.  Figure the rest of my meds are killing my kidneys, may as well hit my liver while I'm at it.  B and I go to a real dive, it's awesome, you stick to the seats and the music rocks.  He asks for a soda and I ask for a pitcher of beer all for myself.  good times ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll write back in ... votes? a few months? a year? more? your guess is as good as mine o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo/Rae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-7721367060813306976?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/7721367060813306976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=7721367060813306976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/7721367060813306976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/7721367060813306976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-5012619439885622063</id><published>2007-10-27T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:10:10.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn blogger</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when I'm not signe din, the Blogger nav bar is in japanese, but if I sign in it's in english?  Pisses me off.  I've chosen english both signed in and signed out.  yet it still pops up japanese when signed out.  Oh well, at least I can read it right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-5012619439885622063?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/5012619439885622063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=5012619439885622063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/5012619439885622063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/5012619439885622063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2007/10/damn-blogger.html' title='damn blogger'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-7363623392074692150</id><published>2007-10-27T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:22:32.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello again</title><content type='html'>Yea, so, not so much with the updates.  The whole part time job search? yea, not so much.  Apparently no one wants a part timer college grad with health issues when they can hire high school students or full timers ;(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rents and I have decided anyway that my job yet again is to work on getting my body stronger.  Which sucks, I want to work out because it makes me feel better about myself, and I know I'll eventually get stronger, yet I don't want to do it because I know how much it will hurt, and for how long it will hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't help that my magical handed masseuse moved up north and got married.  I'm still hashing plans to kidnap her and handcuff her in my house with a massage table nearby.  No massage = unhappy rae.  new masseuse = hurting rae.  but bro helps out, still not the same though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bad about keeping in touch with people.  I don't remember the last time I emailed a friend, and for that I'm sorry.  You'd think I could IM, email, call, since I don't do jack shit, yet there's always something else to do.  reading, movies, cross stitching, gaming.  stupid reasons not to do anything, yet I never feel the urge to do so.  Probably part of my hermit lifestyle.  So, sorry friends.  I do think about you, quite often.  You just get silent regard from a quiet source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think bro is pissed at me.  I got shit faced last night and I feel ok today, and he's still hungover.  Think it was the damn blue jellow shots.  Those were deadly ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo/Rae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-7363623392074692150?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/7363623392074692150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=7363623392074692150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/7363623392074692150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/7363623392074692150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-again.html' title='hello again'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-654858797767026566</id><published>2007-07-26T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:20:00.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, yet again...</title><content type='html'>Anyone else surprised to see how long it is since I haven't posted? lol, should be used to it by now.  Guess I'll update:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In march I went to boston and visisted my bestus friends.  I got to cuddle up to bam and bam's boy, I was a lucky princess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom came yet again *shudders* over the summer, but she's gone now--heh, you know i love you :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to give my respects to Wynee (5/27/04) and Jane(5/5/06) in May.  Even though Jane wasn't found until December I've decided to remember her from her missing date in May.  RIP dearest friends, I remember you fondly in my mind and heart, even if I don't post about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June my childhood best friend found me (tracked me down through friendster she says).  I hadn't talked to her since I was ...15? years old? been since beginning of highschool anyway.  I've gotten together with her a few times, but considering I'm semi broken still, and she's actually got a job, hard to get together often.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought tickets today for bro and I to go to a concert (&lt;a href="http://www.familyvalueslive.com/"&gt;Family Values Tour&lt;/a&gt;.  Gonna be so freaking awesome, I love &lt;a href="http://www.evanescence.com/"&gt;Evanescence&lt;/a&gt;.  This'll be my 3rd time seeing them, can't wait.  Amy Lee kicks ASS!  Good news is it's at a good stadium with a lawn, so the tickets only cost 9.99 instead of 40,000 like normal! woohoo ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent news, I might soon have to change my blog name to Mostly Bent intsead of broken.  Or just Slightly Broken?  I'm gonna start sending my resume's out looking for part time jobs.  Think I'm gonna lose the 'rents insurance in the end of august, which will be a nice boot in the ass...I just hope I don't crash and burn like I have every other time I've tried to get back out to the real world.  Think I'm getting to the point now though where I'm gonna have to suck it up, do what I need to, even if I will be drugged out of my mind and crying from pain and depression...afterall, that's the real world right?  I love being cynical in my old age.  Good skill to learn early on though.  I just hope I'm able to do it, and stand on at least one foot if not both of my own.  Save the poor parents from looking after my ass.  Hopefully I'll be able to return the favor when they're old...oh wait, they are old :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers from a slightly optimistic yet bad at staying in contact Isabo o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-654858797767026566?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/654858797767026566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=654858797767026566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/654858797767026566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/654858797767026566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2007/07/wow-yet-again.html' title='Wow, yet again...'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-117045571089476116</id><published>2007-02-02T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T14:35:10.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best movies ever</title><content type='html'>Holy cow, I just saw the best movie, which reminded me of 2 previous movies that totally blew my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;First one was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0206634/"&gt;Children of Men&lt;/a&gt;.  One of the most moving movies I've seen in a while.  Very dark and violent (probably more so because of it's realistic and plausible reality that could be us today), but the underlying message of hope shines through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0414993/"&gt;The Fountain&lt;/a&gt;.  It was dark and vibrant and had the most amazing cinamotography I've seen in a long time.  It's done by the same guy that did &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0180093/"&gt;Requiem for a Dream&lt;/a&gt;, and if you haven't seen that you should.  Probably one of the best movies ever done about drug addiction (well, that and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117951/"&gt;Trainspotting&lt;/a&gt;).  The Fountain was probably one of the most touching spiritual movies ever.  I think I liked it so much because it wasn't spiritual like a religious movie but was spiritual on such a grander level; it was higher than any material or physical thing that can be described.  Amazing visuals, I think I could watch it over and over and pick out something new each time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the one I say today, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0457430/"&gt;Pan's Labyrinth&lt;/a&gt;, a spanish movie with subtitles.  Not sure if it's released at normal theatres, we had to go to the "artsy" theatre in town.  So freaking amazing.  I can't even think of words to describe it.  Another very dark yet visually amazing film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good, I want to go see them all again, but Children of Men left the theatre...granted the Fountain is still at the dollar theatre ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-117045571089476116?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/117045571089476116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=117045571089476116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/117045571089476116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/117045571089476116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2007/02/best-movies-ever.html' title='Best movies ever'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-116743960271451380</id><published>2006-12-29T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T16:51:15.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane Park ;(</title><content type='html'>Teach me not to check my email for 3 weeks.  &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles/2006/12/20/officials_identify_body_found_in_hingham_park/"&gt;Jane Park's&lt;/a&gt; remains were finally found on 12/20, after she went missing in early May.  I don't know what to say.  I'll miss her, as I already have been.  On the one hand I'm glad she was found, wish it had been alive...but now there's closure (what a bad word for it)...no more worrying and hoping...but it was nice to hope, that somewhere she was safe.  I'm not sure what's better, hoping or knowing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/isabobasi/janepark.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP dearest Jane MY Park&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-116743960271451380?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116743960271451380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=116743960271451380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/116743960271451380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/116743960271451380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/12/jane-park.html' title='Jane Park ;('/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-116414677699544587</id><published>2006-11-21T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T14:06:17.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains</title><content type='html'>So, last night it got into the thirties, so of course the heater kicks on.  I'm either hearing things (yes, it happens...frequently &gt;_&lt;), or the heater actually sounds like the trains that used to keep me up in highschool.  Our old house was in perfect place to hear the trains that ran 1-2 times an hour from 1am to 7am.  Of course insomniac isabo perfected the train schedule based on lack of sleep.  Luckily the heater (or my mind) doesn't sound like the train whistles or the chugga chugga or the screeching wheels, just the low frequency, distant roar of a train.  Why is it always the little things that keep you up?  Once the freeze hits it'll probably be the dripping of the taps.  or the kittens walking across the carpet.  Strange how the annoying, uneven rattle of the fan, or the sharp creaks the bed makes when I shift don't keep me up, but the soft constant noises, barely within human hearing frequency will keep me awake and wake me up quicker than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily tonight I'll be too tired to hear things.  massage + shopping + cooking of stuffing and cheesecakes + cleaning = dead to the world isabo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad I don't have to deal with the damn turkey&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I love the holiday spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-116414677699544587?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116414677699544587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=116414677699544587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/116414677699544587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/116414677699544587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/trains_21.html' title='Trains'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-116336296500071551</id><published>2006-11-12T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T12:22:45.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One word...oops :)</title><content type='html'>Heh, didn't realize it had been so long since I posted o_O In case any of you haven't figured it out yet, I'm very bad at keeping in touch.  I don't call, I don't email, I don't send cards, and I don't blog.  For instance, I bought manky a bday card a week before her bday...then I bought her present and had it here about 4 days after her bday...and yet it's still sitting on the counter...along with her halloween card...um, yea...at this rate she'll be receiving her christmas present in May &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to maybe revamp my site.  I'm finally to the point where I don't consider myself completely and irrevocably (look, I know big words) &lt;i&gt;Broken&lt;/i&gt;.  I've glued together my broken bits.  so, any votes on a new site name? Unbroken? Bent? Bite me Biatch? Sticky Fingers...oh wait, you're not allowed to read those thoughts :P &lt;slaps her delinquent mind&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might try to upload some more kitten pictures. they're big now.  Loki is 9 freaking pounds, and freya's about 6.5ish I think.  anyhoo, cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-116336296500071551?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116336296500071551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=116336296500071551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/116336296500071551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/116336296500071551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-wordoops.html' title='One word...oops :)'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-115328655656077921</id><published>2006-07-18T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:22:36.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Summer</title><content type='html'>I love summer in Texas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there's the heat.  melts asphalt.  you can fry an egg on the sidewalk (yes, I did that when I was a kid).  you even think about stepping outside and you sweat.  you freeze your ass off when you go into stores and it feels about 50oF.  If your AC goes out, or you can't afford AC, you very well could die from heat stroke - happens every summer ;( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the sun.  It's over 100o, plus about 10-30o extra in the sun.  You can get sunburnt walking to your mailbox.  You get drivers-tan - left arm burnt while rest is white, or riders-tan - right arm burnt.  You can literally blister your skin if you touch things, like the metal of your car after it sits in the sun, or the metal part of your seatbelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the drought.  First, because of the heat and sun, the water sources evaporate and algae/bacteria runs rampant.  The water tastes and smells like pond scum.  Anything you make to drink or eat, using tap water, tastes like algae/dirt.  When you shower you smell like dirt.  When you flush the toilet you smell dirt.  When you brush your teeth you have nice minty-dirt breath.  Because of drought, there's water rationing.  You can only water your house one time a week.  (they wouldn't let us water at all except the foundation will crack and your house will fall down).  Of course everyone in your area is limited to that same day.  This causes wonderful excitement with water pressure.  While showering you switch from barely dripping to full blast-slam-you-against-the-wall presure.  Then once you turn off the shower, you might get random spurts of water for minutes afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, such a wonderful time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, end of sarcasm :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kittens are growing up great :)&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-115328655656077921?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/115328655656077921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=115328655656077921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/115328655656077921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/115328655656077921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/07/texas-summer.html' title='Texas Summer'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-115184970177900432</id><published>2006-07-02T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T07:15:01.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edgefest &amp; Kittens</title><content type='html'>So yea, it's been a while since I posted &gt;_&lt; A lot of stuff has actually happened.  Most recently I found a gym with an erg (rowing machine) although I have yet to try it &gt;_&lt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On june 14th, I hustled my bro and mom into the car and drove down to a pet smart to look at 2 kittens.  One was a shy, quiet white girl cat that didn't particularly want to be held (due to said shyness).  She unfortunately had a sad, haunted look to her eyes ;( The other was a wild, rambunctious, demonic black boy cat that knocked his sister over in his haste to leap into our arms and crawl all over us.  I made the decision that if we got one (the black boy, because he came at a reduced price, due to being a black cat and people being superstitious or psychotic.  apparently it's realy hard for them to find good homes for black kitties), we'd have to get both.  For one, I knew demonic boy would drive us insane with his energy, so 2 kittens would make more sense.  But mostly because I couldn't stand the haunted look in white kitty's eyes ;( So, meet &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/isabobasi/lokifreya.html"&gt;Loki and Freya&lt;/a&gt;.  They are a handful, but a bundle of energy and joy...even though they make me bleed every day &gt;_&lt; And Freya almost blinded me one night, the claw scratches were literally about 2 mm away from my eyeball.  Note to self, don't turn around whe cat is sitting on back of chair by your shoulder and swatting at you &gt;_&lt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, next news, on the 18th B and I went to Edgefest 15, an all day concert.  It was freaking hot in the texas sun, but well worth it.  We went from about 10am until 11pm.  drank beer and ate bad food, it was great :D We saw the following bands: Hawthorne Heights, Atreyu, Hoobastank, Three Days Grace, Buckcherry, Drowning Pool, 10 Years, Flyleaf, 30 Seconds to Mars, Trapt, Toadies, Shinedown, Seether, Staind.  It was freaking awesome.  The only band I was disappointed in was Buckcherry, they really sucked actually.  Flyleaf was amazing, as was Atreyu, Three Days Grace, Shinedown and Staind.  Seether (AGAIN!?) had technical problems with their mic's.  happened last time I saw them, had really bad reverb.  But otherwise ok.  Hoobastank actually performed better live than I would have thought.  Trapt, 10 years and 30 sec to mars were all really good.  It's taken me 2 weeks to reccuperate from that event, but it was well worth the pain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about all the updating I have to do.  I'll try to be better, and I'll update kitten shots :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-115184970177900432?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/115184970177900432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=115184970177900432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/115184970177900432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/115184970177900432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/07/edgefest-kittens.html' title='Edgefest &amp; Kittens'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-115017615036854823</id><published>2006-06-12T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:22:30.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>classic winamp skins</title><content type='html'>Yea, so, I haven't posted in a while, been in a flare.  had a b-day, moved my bedroom to a different room, drugged myself for a week, weather changed, more drugging.  so, for some odd reason, I always get creative while on pain killers, so I spent time making winamp skins.  started with anime and moved on to fantasy (eggerton and royo, w00t).  so if you are interested in downloading or just seeing, go here: &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/isabobasi/winamp.html"&gt;Winamp skins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, mom arrived today.  I might look at getting another kitten/cat soon.  I'm off to bed, cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-115017615036854823?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/115017615036854823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=115017615036854823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/115017615036854823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/115017615036854823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/06/classic-winamp-skins.html' title='classic winamp skins'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-114877095118728448</id><published>2006-05-27T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T16:02:31.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wynee</title><content type='html'>RIP dearest Wynee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-114877095118728448?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/114877095118728448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=114877095118728448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114877095118728448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114877095118728448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/05/wynee.html' title='Wynee'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-114808409385062260</id><published>2006-05-19T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T17:14:53.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death &amp; Missing</title><content type='html'>So, my Grandmother (the one that's been terminal for a few months now) passed away monday night/tuesday morning.  Unfortunately I couldn't physically (and honestly mentally) make it to the funeral, but my dad and mom's mom assure me it was a beautiful ceremony.  I feel like I should feel worse about it, but in all honesty I didn't really know the woman, so for me, it's just as if a somewhat distant relative died.  Affects me more than a stranger, but less than my immediate family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this morning I woke up to some other oh so fucking wonderful news.  Apparently one of my college buddies has been missing since May 5th.  &lt;a href="http://www2.townonline.com/somerville/localRegional/view.bg?articleid=495224"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; the news clip (and notice it's dated the fucking 16th of may, wtf? time lapse much?).  So if you're anywhere up north, look for this cute korean chick otherwise known as JanePark (yes, one word).  My mom assures me that sometimes no news is good news, but it's also a fact that the more time passes from the gone-missing-date, the less likely the chances of finding said person ;( I just hope she turns up alive and well, and it's all some big misunderstanding.  But then again I've almost given up on hopeful wishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you JanePark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-114808409385062260?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/114808409385062260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=114808409385062260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114808409385062260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114808409385062260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/05/death-missing.html' title='Death &amp; Missing'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-114764558675186797</id><published>2006-05-14T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T15:26:26.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry o_O</title><content type='html'>Yea, I sorta disappeared off the face of the world, sorry about that &gt;_&lt; Haven't been reading other people's blogs or updating my own, I'ma bad blogger :P Not much going on to share.  I'm running out of time, I need to get well and find a job.  I think I've basically given up on going OUT to work, I'm gonna try to work from home, when the time comes &gt;_&lt; And hell, I live with doctors enough I figured maybe I'd try something in the medical field, like transcribing or something...of course there's always more school involved...why the hell must you PAY money in order to MAKE money...I never understood that &gt;:( and they say "must have x years experience" but where the hell do you get experience when the entrance level jobs ask for experience?! ahh! the insanity &gt;_&lt; Heh, maybe I can set it up so I have a nice recliner in my office &lt;pulls a drink out of the fridge sitting next to leather recliner&gt; I wish o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later all, I'll try to be better about updating&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-114764558675186797?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/114764558675186797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=114764558675186797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114764558675186797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114764558675186797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/05/sorry-oo.html' title='sorry o_O'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-114573791578000876</id><published>2006-04-22T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T13:31:55.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Dear Shisa</title><content type='html'>I had to put my cat down today ;( She was sick kittens.  The office was really nice to us though.  Gave her some stuff to make her drowsy, then she was gone before they even finished with the 2nd shot.  At least she had a good life while with us for the past 4 months.  She knew she was loved.  She was the best damn cat we ever had too.  RIP my dearest Shisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-114573791578000876?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/114573791578000876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=114573791578000876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114573791578000876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114573791578000876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/04/rip-dear-shisa.html' title='RIP Dear Shisa'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-114462551460395395</id><published>2006-04-09T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T16:31:54.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>Yea, so I sorta disappeared for a while.  Haven't really felt like talking much.  My mom went to NC for a while to visit her family, it was really nice to have her gone (sorry mom, heh, we both know it's true).  she leaves for her home in about 2 weeks.  I'm excited.  Think it's my job as a grown kid not to want to live with her *shrugs*  anyhoo, dad just arrived from the airport for a few days visit.  Nothing new is going on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, manky: I'm also reading the 4th book Wolf Captured :D I think we started reading at about the same time, and I haven't even checked your blog in a long time.  we have esp (espn if you're bro) :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mochi: next time you're flying state side I will slap you if you don't let me know ahead of time &gt;:) although I thought about it, even if I had made it down to see you, I wouldn't have been able to get into the airport and I don't think they would have let you out ;( they hate us.  I've got another online friend in hawaii too, I told her I'd swim out there in shark-proof chain mail armor and terrorize you both *flexes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, catch ya later&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-114462551460395395?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/114462551460395395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=114462551460395395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114462551460395395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114462551460395395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/04/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-114239134994431839</id><published>2006-03-14T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T18:55:49.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind + Body</title><content type='html'>I've figured out that my Mind is a Sin graph and my Body is a CoSin graph.  When mind is high (aka Oh look, the sun is shining, I might actually enjoy that), my body is in the negatives, when my body is high (aka not in pain-killer-eating phase), my mind is in the pits.  The only time they meet is in the middle of the curve.  But siince neither my mind nor my body are ever what I would consider "well" it sorta ends up being depressed with a broken body.  I wonder if my two graphs willever mesh or if they'll always be at odds.  or maybe move northerly to a positive grid rather than straddling neutral.  I saw my psychiatrist today, probably what brought this up.  I am goign to try Lunesta tonight, since I haven't slept in about a month.  Maybe I can dream about pretty glowy butterflies instead of having sweaty night terrors and nightmares.  My kitty slept with me last night, snuggled up against my back.  I just hope I didn't roll over on her.  She doesn't seem flat or squished today, so she's probably ok :)  Anyhoo, I'm gonna go torture her and kiss the fur off her cute 'lil head :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-114239134994431839?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/114239134994431839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=114239134994431839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114239134994431839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114239134994431839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/03/mind-body.html' title='Mind + Body'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-114132919761741633</id><published>2006-03-02T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:53:17.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o_O</title><content type='html'>So, after the cold spell it turned hot again.  around 80s + Texas sun = HOT.  and our AC is broken ;( We've got black mold, so we can't turn it on.  black mold is bad stuff &gt;_&lt; but the dudes come today to fix it :D Of course it costs a fortune ;( But you can't live in Tejas without AC o_O I suppose you could, but I can't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that it's hot again, the shorts have got to come out.  I just shaved my legs for the first time since ...november? o_O Dude, talk about work...we're talking UBER Man hair, Clydesdale pony shaggy leg hair.  I was rivaling my bro there for a while with hairy legs.  It's funny though, shaving my legs is one of the hardest things I can do (with the fibro I mean).  Think it's the positioning and stretching and stuff.  Uber drainging and hurtful.  So why shave eh?  Guess I get self conscious seeing the disgust when strangers glance at my legs ;( woe is the isabo.  *strokes legs* they're nice and soft and smooth now though :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I'm sure you all wanted to know this :P mwuahahahah *evilness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-114132919761741633?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/114132919761741633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=114132919761741633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114132919761741633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114132919761741633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/03/oo.html' title='o_O'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-114090998361281303</id><published>2006-02-25T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:26:50.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searches</title><content type='html'>Haven't done this in a while.  List of searches people used to find my page.  Not really interesting this time...my fault I suppose, I need to talk about things that are easier to misconceive :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"gay hitting on straight guy" - from my foray at the bar?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"daoc" - the game o_O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"the night of the broken glass" - don't know what this is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"fms skyfly" - think they wanted a flight simulation? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"occular migraines" - que obvio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"broken blood vessels in hand" - again, que obvio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Broken" - don't know if they wanted site or something else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the past lists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sept 5 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; = Broken Heart Masturbation, isabo, rumbling gurgling guts IBS, Wynee Wong, stomach rumbling loudly and IBS, katharine hepburn's bday, jelly fish sting blister, Alcohol and Back Pain, fibro and powerlines mov&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;May 17 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; = Wynee Wong, The Real Amityville Horror, Who is BridalBeer, Locks of Love may 2005, locks-of-love haircut 2005 blog, a google translation of my site into German (o_O), schipperke weblog, uterus vibrates before my period (this one worried me &gt;_&lt;), muslces involved with soccer throw in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;May 10 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; = her cold feet, schipperke movie, le sigh, schipperke weblog (from a Japanese google search), Wynee Wong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-114090998361281303?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/114090998361281303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=114090998361281303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114090998361281303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114090998361281303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/02/searches.html' title='Searches'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-114064520142452946</id><published>2006-02-22T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:53:21.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euthanasia?</title><content type='html'>So, time for a semi-political hyper crazy discussion.  The subject = &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Euthanasia"&gt;Euthanasia&lt;/a&gt;.  My grandma is dying from multiple myeloma, which was only discovered around christmas time.  They gave her a few months to live.  So, she's "living" in extraordinary pain.  I think she's got 2 pain patches, oxycodone, morphine, vicodin and like 10 other pain meds.  Which of course aren't helping.  Add to this the fact that all her kids are fighting each other about what to do with her.  My psycho aunt(literally, this woman is fucking crazy), has been living with gma, dosing her with medicine.  Since she didn't want her mother to be "altered" she wasn't giving her pain meds like she should be.  So of course her mother is suffering when she doesn't need to be.  Bitch.  Anyway, gma has gotten to the point of dementia and psychosis, which is part of it - she takes her cloths off, shits all over herself and tries to escape the house.  Does this sound nice?  Which brings me around to the political part of this posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we have a pet we love (cat, dog, etc), that is very ill, most people decide to "put it down."  Let's say it's in constant pain, it's organs are failing, etc.  Vets give us a choice: 1. put the animal out of its misery, or 2. let it waste away in pain and torment while we're selfish bastards simply wanting to prolong it's miserable existance.  As you can tell I'm in favor of number 1.  Which brings me around to family.  Yes, pets are family, and yes, truthfully, I would probably be more torn up about my kitty dying than this certain grandmother (she has spent her life being a psycho biatch (thus the crazy ass aunt I guess), pushing away all her children and tormenting them, blah blah).  Anyway.  Whether or not you like humans or animals better, if you can put animals out of their misery why not humans.  This woman is suffering.  Sure, doctors might be able to prolong her "life" for a few more months.  But damn, I wouldnt' consider it living.  And she's not even herself.  She's in hysterical fits, constant and horrible pain, shitting all over herslef, fighting those trying to help her.  Is this living?  Wouldn't it be kindness to let her move on?  I feel so sorry for this woman.  Her kids are bickering and fighting, meanwhile she's suffering.  Not like it's legal for her kids to do anything like I'm suggesting.  But they can't even decide to get her help, put her in a hospice, etc.  If I ever get like her, I would want someone to shoot me.  Mayhap she doesn't feel the same, all I can hope is that someone would take mercy on me if I were in that condition.  Anyhoo, this was sorta rambling, just wanted to spew some thoughts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-114064520142452946?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/114064520142452946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=114064520142452946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114064520142452946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/114064520142452946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/02/euthanasia.html' title='Euthanasia?'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-113995303454271136</id><published>2006-02-14T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:37:14.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day</title><content type='html'>So, first of all, Happy Anniversary to my parents (32 years o_O).  yea, they're hopelessly romantic *shudders* :P  Too bad dad's in sweden and mom's stuck here with us brat kids.  Happy whatever to all those fortunate enough to be in a relationship.  And happy whatever to those of us loners who gaze at others and watch them go cookoo for cocoapuffs over their significant others :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John (I am asuming Manky's John, because if it's the other John I'm thinking of, I'm am really scared and will be forced to shave my head and bathe in mud and go somewhere in Africa where no white settlers or crazy jack ass white missionaries have ventured.  I'll dig a hole and climb in and blend in with nature and never appear again.)  Anyway, back to &lt;font color="red"&gt;MANKY'S JOHN&lt;/font&gt; - thank you for the truffles and flowers :D  They are beautiful and tasty.  My mom is jealous because my dad didn't send her roses (forgetting the fact that she told my dad NOT to send roses, under any circumstances). If she's nice I'll share my chocolate :)  Manky, please pass on my thanks since I don't have any of his info, and you que-obvio do :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope everyone else has a fun day, whether it's special or normal for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;~A chocolate-eating Isabo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-113995303454271136?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/113995303454271136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=113995303454271136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113995303454271136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113995303454271136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/02/v-day.html' title='V-day'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-113969980524926998</id><published>2006-02-11T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T15:16:45.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold &gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>So it's been nice temperatures in texas, more like april than feb...80s, sunny, warm breeze.  Yesterday a horrible mean cold front came through, it's 40 right now.  And UBER cold wind.  The wind is colder than that blowing across a frozen lake o_O.  Since it's cold, and heater has popped on, this of course means everything is charged up.  I carry enough of a charge anyway.  My car manages to shock you through the glass (since we learned not to touch the metal).  I shocked my cat and she jumped straight up and ran away ;(  and somehow, I managed to shock my butt on the toilet seat...I didn't know porcelain could carry a charge &gt;_&lt;  Talk about a shock *zap on the butt* I was amused none the less.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see Aeon Flux in the dollar theatre, and the bastards cut the sex scene out &gt;_&lt; I was pissed, and asked them about it but they said they had no control over it.  I wonder if some censorship bastards had somethign to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Friends is great for physical laughs, we took mom and she hurt herself laughing, had to hold onto her boobs so they wouldn't jiggle.  Don't bother wasting any money on Bloodrayne.  it's basically one bloody orgie.  *shrugs* unless that floats your boat.  40 Yr Old Virgin was pretty funny, but Just Friends was much better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think bro's going out to the gay country western line-dancing bar tonight, but my body hates me, think I have to stay home ;( I keep hearing how fun it is, but every time I think I'm well enough to go my body slams me down and breaks my limbs.  Although this time the weather may be to blame.  bastards &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm gonna go chase my kitten and try not to shock her :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-113969980524926998?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/113969980524926998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=113969980524926998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113969980524926998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113969980524926998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/02/cold.html' title='Cold &gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-113895454901518758</id><published>2006-02-03T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T00:15:49.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh, victory over the sexes!</title><content type='html'>Hehehehe, I went to my first gay bar tonight.  There was a drag show, it was fun.  Anyhoo, I got hit on by one I'm 90%-sure was straight guy, one gay guy who was hitting on me to get to bro (granted he said he'd marry us both o_0), and one lesbian (named Dee).  I've decided that the least intrusive flirting was done by female Dee, 2nd least intrusive was almost-sure-was-straight guy, and finally the gay guy who kept spitting on the side of my face cuz he was so drunk guy &gt;_&lt; *cleans off side of face really well* and if I'm not tooo ...intelligent it's cuz I'm drunk :P heh.  I get giggly.  ask manky or mochi.  heh.  Dee was really cute, I think she was Irish or Scottish, and has 2 gay brothers and heard about wellesley in some book?  The straight guy was some short yet not sleezy older business man.  he took the hint quickly and left.  The gay dude was freaking clueless (but I got a free drink off him, heh), as well as touchy (unwanted) and invasive of personal space &gt;_&lt; Anyhoo, I'm off to bed, as typing is making me somewhat nasueous as my drunkiness is wearing off o_O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wish they made a pain pill that worked half as well as being drunk &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cheers, from a sloshed, but egotistically-satisfied Isabo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I like it when many people tell me how cute I am) makes me feel good to be myself :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-113895454901518758?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/113895454901518758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=113895454901518758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113895454901518758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113895454901518758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/02/heh-victory-over-sexes.html' title='Heh, victory over the sexes!'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-113761529304074730</id><published>2006-01-18T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T18:26:14.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shisa! and quizzes :D</title><content type='html'>I figured I'd better eventually post pictures of uber kitten :) She's sooooo cute. And is worshipped constantly, darnit...I'm not jealous of a kitten...heh.  Like always, I'll just make a link to them, don't feel like screwing around with the format of my blog, lol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/isabobasi/shisa.html"&gt;Shisa Kitten!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then since I'm bored I figured I'd do a few quizzes as well.&lt;br /&gt;Stole these from &lt;a href="http://www.1up.com/do/my1Up?publicUserId=5595183"&gt;Dave&lt;/a&gt; (he of course stole from someone else :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me? A smart-ass? ...impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/CerebralSeductress/1093683149_Folderreno.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Reno..."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are RENO. Yeah, admit it, you're a smart-ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/CerebralSeductress/quizzes/What%20Final%20Fantasy%20VII%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; What Final Fantasy VII character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heh, saw this one coming.  Me? A geek? NEVER!!! mwuahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q1.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/geek.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q1.htm" target="new"&gt;What High School&lt;br /&gt;Stereotype Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um yea...this one scares me for some reason o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tk421.net/character/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tk421.net/character/kirk.jpg" width="265" height="197" style="border-color:#f8f8ff;" border="2" alt="Which Fantasy/SciFi Character Are You?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;An impassioned commander with more respect for individuals than for authority, you have a no-holds-barred approach to life and its obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't believe in the no-win scenario&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...here are some more quizzes I scouted around for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh, my psychologist would have fun with this.  he loves my dreams o_O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/TheNinthMosaic/quizzes/Why%20Can't%20You%20Sleep%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/TH/THE/TheNinthMosaic/1137536741_csblockout.gif" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8ced28c)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;You can't sleep because you are repressing thoughts or memories. Something happened to you in your life that you are trying desperately not to think about. At night you probably talk or even cry out in fear. To help yourself, stop running away. It might be the hardest thing you'll ever do, but you have to face the past. If you don't, it won't ever stop haunting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; Why Can't You Sleep?&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh, what a quiz...you pick your birth month and that's it o_O&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;b&gt;May&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly&lt;br&gt;motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered.&lt;br&gt;Attracts others and loves attention. Deep&lt;br&gt;feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally.&lt;br&gt;Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily&lt;br&gt;consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to&lt;br&gt;dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding.&lt;br&gt;Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good&lt;br&gt;imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing.&lt;br&gt;Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling.&lt;br&gt;Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having&lt;br&gt;many children.Hardworking. High spirited.&lt;br&gt;Spendthrift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SlayerSango67/quizzes/What%20Does%20Your%20Birth%20Month%20Reveal%20About%20You%3F/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Month Reveal About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;wow...this is sorta...cool.  My mmorpg gaming names all start with Kael~~~.  So I'm a male warrior at heart o_O hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Inner Names:  Meaning Warrior&lt;br /&gt;Female- Kella&lt;br /&gt;Male- Kael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Lister/quizzes/Whats%20your%20inner%20soul%20name%3F/"&gt;Whats your inner soul name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think that's enough o_O Hard to find quizzes that are A. interesting, B. n0t writen iN 00d t4lk w00t yeea kuz u r soo hawt &gt;_&lt; C. Repeat of B &gt;_&lt; D. not just plain stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-113761529304074730?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/113761529304074730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=113761529304074730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113761529304074730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113761529304074730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/01/shisa-and-quizzes-d.html' title='Shisa! and quizzes :D'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-113624900074721121</id><published>2006-01-02T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:43:20.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy new year everyone.  Hope this year is better for everyone.  or if your last year was actually nice, hope this one is as well.  Don't make resolutions though, you'll just follow them for a week, then forget, then feel guilty.  why bother, eh :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got a kitten before christmas, rescued it from a shelter.  she looks like one of the little shrine lion/dog statues in japan, so we named her Shisa (shiisaa if you want to look it up).  Okinawan version.  of course she ignores it, and we mostly call her "Munchkin" ...I do anyway.  bro calls her 'punkin (pumpkin).  as well as a string of unmentionable names that follow after disasters.  Kitten was a huge step for me.  Very big turning point.  Sign to the rest of the world that I will actually commit myself to some other living being...actually keep myself in this world.  Had a few close calls this past year.  HOpefully I'm at the turning point and won't have relapses.  I'll just hope for good times and take the love of the kitty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers. Take care everyone&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-113624900074721121?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/113624900074721121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=113624900074721121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113624900074721121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113624900074721121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-113380672062950957</id><published>2005-12-05T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T10:18:40.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 good days and x-mas lights</title><content type='html'>Yea, so, I stayed up all night after my dark post, and then all day, and went to bed early, waking up around 8 (well, woke from 1am - 5am, but still felt rested).  So then I had 2 really good days.  I was hyper, energetic, not so easily angered.  What did I Do new? I have no idea.  Maybe it was simply that I slept for the first time in months.  Maybe it's the fact that I chugged 2 coffees, or that I was in the sunlight all day, or the weather warmed up.  I don't know.  I wish I did.  On one hand I wish I hadn't had 2 really amazing days.  makes me remeber what I'm missing.  On the other hand I'm glad, because it gives me something to hope and strive for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now here is a small skit demonstrating Isabo's brilliance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabo, deciding to lighten up the holidays with xmas lights on the house, was outside stringing with bro helping.  Bro paused and said "one light is out."  Isabo, being the wise one she is, hurried over and grabbed the wire (the lights are ON at this time), intending to exchange the broken light with an extra.  Isabo bites teh light and tries to pull it out (since we all know they're impossible to pull out).  Except like the amazingly smart person she is, Isabo instead crunches the lightbulb instead of the plastic part, shattering red glass and metal in her mouth.  Stumbling into the house drooling red glass and spitting like a maniac into the sink, the family looks on in shocked wonderment, most likely thinking "WTF, mate?" or "ah shit, it's happened, she's snapped."  Bro grabbed some pliers and snatched the broken light out and replaced it (how boring, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bows* Isabo was not electrocuted or harmed during the production of this skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-113380672062950957?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/113380672062950957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=113380672062950957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113380672062950957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113380672062950957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/12/2-good-days-and-x-mas-lights.html' title='2 good days and x-mas lights'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-113334964315645453</id><published>2005-11-30T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T03:20:43.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another boring update</title><content type='html'>So, nothing has been happening.  I don't care if things have been happening.  I don't care period.  I'm in search of a new psychiatrist, as I'm obviously insane if I can't make it through one day without vivid (and to me, heart-warming and encouraging) visions/fantasies of dying.  I look around and think I should be happy.  I'm lucky enough to be supported, so I can sit on my ass and do nothing.  I'm lucky enough to have a family that puts up with my psychotic shit.  I'm not dying of a painful disease, even if I sometimes wish I were.  So what the hell gives eh?  I hate my life.  Not in the sense of "oh, I hate my body" or "I have a boring, no-end job" etc.  No, more in the sense of "what's the point?".  I resent my family, especially mom, for forcing me to stay in this shit hole that is currently life.  Which doesn't make it any easier to live in close proximity.  I'm balanced right now on the very fine line of giving into other people's selfish wants (staying alive) and giving into my own selfish wishes (oblivion).  Guess it follows my current motto: Life's a bitch and then you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember a time when I was happy.  I don't even know what happiness is anymore.  Does it even exist?  Or is everyone deluded and lying to themselves when they say they're happy?  Content?  At peace?  what?  Sure I find some enjoyable things.  I watch a fun movie.  I might chuckle a few times.  That doesn't make me a happy person.  It's me deluding myself with a fantasy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm stuck here, in between living and dead.  I wonder if I'll ever find a life again.  Hopefully I can do it on my own, not a false life given from medication, like I currently have.  In a way, I'm just as bad as a vegetable stuck on life support.  Only reason I'm still here is probably because of the false emotion, false will, false control that anti-depressants are supposed to give me.  How's that any different than a machine keeping me moving, like a zombie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.  I'm sick of complaining, and want to stop, but I think there's only one way that'll happen, and I'm bound by the crushing weight of duty that keeps me here.  Living for others is not living.  but whatever right?  whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the "Dark" Isabo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess my gemini side is coming out.  Seems the dark half has taken over the light half for a while.  yay for evil twin eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-113334964315645453?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/113334964315645453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=113334964315645453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113334964315645453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113334964315645453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/11/yet-another-boring-update.html' title='yet another boring update'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-113113445648670896</id><published>2005-11-04T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T12:00:56.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short but sweet</title><content type='html'>Mom got out of surgery early.  She was one of the 25% of lucky people who have enough blood vessels in the right area, so doc didn't have to cut her open as much.  Everyone is amazed at how well she's doing.  Her boob is cool too, looks like a bulls-eye...even has multicolored rings o_O They got her up and moving today, which adds to the 3rd-day's-the-worst thingie &gt;_&lt; anyhoo, I gotta run&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-113113445648670896?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/113113445648670896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=113113445648670896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113113445648670896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113113445648670896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/11/short-but-sweet.html' title='Short but sweet'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-113080264237971549</id><published>2005-10-31T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T15:56:14.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="+2"&gt;&lt;font color="orange"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-113080264237971549?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/113080264237971549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=113080264237971549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113080264237971549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113080264237971549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/10/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-113067057410856018</id><published>2005-10-30T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T03:09:38.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom...is (will be) a bad patient &gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>So, on the 2nd, mom is going in for uber surgery.  Dad arrives tomorrow evening, and will stay a week or 2.  They will probably keep her in hospital for 6 days or so, then she'll come home...and be a horrible patient.  Let's review a few recent events to prove how...ignorant...and...stubborn...she can be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. in march, she slipped on the ice and whacked her wrist against a building...pain.  lots of pain.  What does she do? nothing...ends up, 2 months later, when she finally goes to doctor, that she fractured it.  because she was a dumb ass (excuse me mom), she now has a bone spur/bad healing spot, which is still basically a fractured and painful and semi-useless wrist.  She has a brace to wear.  She choses not to, then goes and does stupid things...like vacuuming o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. sometime over the summer she "broke" her small toe (she thought).  taped it together and waddled around for a while.  It didn't stop hurting.  She ignored it for who knows how long.  Come to find out, she tore a ligament in her foot and is basically screwed.  So they give her a bledsoe boot to use.  which she doesn't really use...if you have a broken leg and they give you crutches...you use them, right?  So why doesn't she use the boot in a more reasonable fashion (aka actually wear the damn thing when I'm not on her case??) o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. stubborn as a jack ass...as the saying goes.  I think she gets it from her mother and her father.  gma is psycho stubborn.  She wants to come visit at thanksgiving...let's not talk about that &gt;_&lt; back to mom: stubborn, independent, willfull, ambitious...these qualities are not bad...unless you're in a situation where you need to be taken care of &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it will be interesting.  I expect many "no, I can do this..." "leave me alone" "NO" ...meanwhile hurting herself when she could easily ask for assistance.  Yes, I know it's important not to get dependent on help, not to become a useless invalid, not to expect people to do things for you, not to use and abuse your body in a healthy way so it can fully repair itself.  But she goes a little overboard.  So this might be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes mom, I call you bad names, you call me bad names...sometimes you get on my last nerve (which is frayed to the extreme as it is)...sometimes I really don't like you (or like myself being around you)...but I still love you and care for you and like you and adore you and need you and want you (no, not in the oedipus/elektra way o_O).  it's like in home for the holidays..."you're a pain in the ass, you have bad hair, but I really like you..."  except your hair isn't that bad :P Anyway, I have, and will, bitch and moan about you, but remember I love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-113067057410856018?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/113067057410856018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=113067057410856018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113067057410856018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113067057410856018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/10/momis-will-be-bad-patient.html' title='Mom...is (will be) a bad patient &gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-113035865411021716</id><published>2005-10-26T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T13:30:54.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survived</title><content type='html'>Ok, I survived NC.  and I am adored...my aunt's dog loves me, goes absolutely crazy when I'm there.  We call her slut-puppy.  At the drop of a hat, she'll roll over and spread her legs o_O uber slut puppy &gt;_&lt; doesn't even need to be paid, roflmao.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-113035865411021716?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/113035865411021716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=113035865411021716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113035865411021716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/113035865411021716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/10/survived.html' title='Survived'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112963598518400236</id><published>2005-10-18T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T04:46:25.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NC</title><content type='html'>&lt;sigh&gt; why is it you make plans and then months later you think "shit, what the hell made me do that??" ...I'm leaving for NC soon to visit family.  jackasses always bug the hell outta me &gt;_&lt; only ones I really want to see are aunt &amp; uncle, and mom's mom.  rest of them can go screw themselves as far as I'm concerned.  Semi good news is that travelling and sleeping on shitty beds will really screw up my body, so hopefully I can drown out emotional pain with physical pain and pain killers...hey, I can hope can't I?  and no, nothing exciting will happen.  furkin small town where it's in the news if someone sneezes.  which sucks, because it means all members of our family, and all their friends, and their friends, and assholes we don't even know will expect us to spend time with them, and get offended if we don't.  like I said, jackasses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112963598518400236?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112963598518400236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112963598518400236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112963598518400236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112963598518400236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/10/nc.html' title='NC'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112936832242279815</id><published>2005-10-15T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T02:25:22.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>It's weird, I don't have anything new to say or share, yet feel obligated to say something &gt;_&lt; Anyhoo, guess I should let those who care know I'm still alive and haven't kicked my own can yet.  I'm not doing well mentally, but like I said, life's a bitch, what can you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112936832242279815?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112936832242279815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112936832242279815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112936832242279815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112936832242279815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112857492577641514</id><published>2005-10-05T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:02:05.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:O</title><content type='html'>Life's a bitch, and then you die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112857492577641514?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112857492577641514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112857492577641514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112857492577641514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112857492577641514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/10/o.html' title='&gt;:O'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112815583105929513</id><published>2005-10-01T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T01:37:12.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>So, I suppose I should have posted a long time ago and said "yo, I'm fine" lol.  We didn't even get any rain.  It was sunny, beautiful, 90s.  perfect weather.  feel sorry for all those that got flooded out though &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much has been going on.  I've been sick for 2 weeks, luckily not whooping cough this time :) I saw rheumy today, so of course he had to poke and prod.  made my hip hurt, the one I already hurt last week &gt;_&lt; darn him.  He wants me to go more middle ground on the spastic diet, which I have been doing anyway, gradually :) Doesn't make sense, you'd think losing weight would make your joints feel better, since it drastically decreases the PSI on knees and hips and such.  But nooooo...apparently it makes joints ache more &gt;_&lt; and dieting often causes increase of depression, but it's not talked about since everyone seems to have a stigma about depression.  So I'm going more middle ground.  I suppose I'd rather be fat and alive than skinny and dead.  not that weight was even the reason why I started the diet...just a side effect &gt;_&lt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, that's it...I finished another jigsaw puzzle? lol.  I'm so accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and go see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0379786/"&gt;Serenity&lt;/a&gt;! Sooooooo good.  Lots of action, little jump out and boo scenes, hilarious dialogue, a wee bit of drama and romance.  has everything.  so good.  The whole theatre apllauded when it was over.  but they're random like that here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112815583105929513?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112815583105929513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112815583105929513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112815583105929513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112815583105929513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112743590290835684</id><published>2005-09-22T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T17:38:22.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hurricanes and such</title><content type='html'>Yea, so hurricane headed straight for texas.  I hope new orleans doesn't get hit again.  I feel sorry for all the evacuees down in houston and stuff who have to be re-evacuated &gt;_&lt; Probably won't have too much trouble up my way.  We're supposed to get the tail end of it, so hopefully not too much rain (or flooding?).  Maybe some tornadoes, but that's what a hurricane always means here.  My bro had to wait in line at the grocery to get some bottled water for 45 min &gt;_&lt; he said old people were yelling "my time has come!!! I'm gonna die!?" like some water would actually help them.  and like we're actually in extreme peril up here.  So I'll keep you guys updated.  Should be absolutely fine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112743590290835684?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112743590290835684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112743590290835684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112743590290835684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112743590290835684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurricanes-and-such.html' title='hurricanes and such'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112698800132391500</id><published>2005-09-17T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:13:21.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Apparently meat can cause inflamation.  I can't eat beef or chicken more than 2 x's a week now &gt;_&lt; I'm supposed to eat a lot of salmon, but that gets old, ya konw?  And she wants me eat a butt load of turkey...I hate turkey...I'll vomit.  no way.  And wants to me stop cocoa...that's inflammatory as well &gt;_&lt; But no way in hell am I giving up chocolate &gt;_&lt; I'll die first :)  Also, lack of crunchy snacks lowers seratonin in the brain, thus the deepening depression.  I wonder if your brain associates the satisfying crunch and thinks "hey, that's a cool sound, I'm happy" or if it's something about crunching itself...like crunching ice is enjoyable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully some interesting stuff will happen soon, and I'll have something nice to talk about &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112698800132391500?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112698800132391500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112698800132391500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112698800132391500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112698800132391500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/09/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112639074596621451</id><published>2005-09-10T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T15:19:05.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas &amp; cats</title><content type='html'>My mom emailed me these two forwards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/isabobasi/gas.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Cat&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to own a cat to appreciate this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple was dressed and ready to go out for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;They turned on a night light, turned on the phone answering machine,&lt;br /&gt;covered their pet parakeet and put the cat in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They phoned the local cab company and requested a taxi. The taxi&lt;br /&gt;arrived and the couple opened the front door to leave their house. &lt;br /&gt;The cat they had put out into the yard scoots back into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't want the cat shut in the house because she always tries to&lt;br /&gt;eat the bird. The wife goes out to the taxi while the husband goes&lt;br /&gt;inside to get the cat. The cat runs upstairs, the man in hot pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in the cab, the wife doesn't want the driver to know the house&lt;br /&gt;will be empty for the night. She explains to the driver that her&lt;br /&gt;husband will be out soon. "He's just going upstairs to say good-bye to&lt;br /&gt;my mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, the husband gets into the cab."Sorry I took so&lt;br /&gt;long", he says as they drive away. "Stupid bitch was hiding under the&lt;br /&gt;bed. Had to poke her with a coat hanger to get her to come out! She&lt;br /&gt;tried to take off so I grabbed her by the neck. Then I had to wrap her&lt;br /&gt;in a blanket to keep her from scratching me. But it worked. I hauled&lt;br /&gt;her fat ass downstairs and threw her out into the back yard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabdriver hit a parked car...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112639074596621451?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112639074596621451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112639074596621451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112639074596621451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112639074596621451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/09/gas-cats.html' title='Gas &amp; cats'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112633970579542294</id><published>2005-09-10T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:08:25.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn doctors</title><content type='html'>Why is it that doctors are never around when you really need them?  Let's just say that gradually I've been getting angrier and angrier, and have reached the point where it's hard to control...angry isn't even the right word.  Rage would be better.  Luckily it's not quite a "red rage" but it is working its way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, in the meantime, I'm a danger in public &gt;_&lt; Walking through a grocery store, I reached in her pocket and held my pocket knife while wishing I could go on a rampage in the store.  Luckily I still has a force called "will" left.  So I resort to locking myself in a room away from all things...but unfortunately have visions of knives and blood and wrists...and a certain person knocked on my door 2 times after I specifically asked not to be bothered "even if the house is burning down" ... so each time, right when I'm about to escape my horrid fantasies *tap tap tap* *tap tap* ... more visions ... almost reaching the one escape available...the eyes are closing, the mind is shutting down... *knock knock* ...sleep will not come in this house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like being in a bumper-cart course.  I've got the urge to ram my car into things...so I decide not to drive, probably a smart move for the safety of passengers and strangers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even tried to wash dishes last night, and by I reached the 3rd dish, I picked up a bowl, ready to slam it onto the counter and watch it shatter, feel it break, enjoy the destruction. What can I say...washing dishes is a very stressful job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting to the point where I can't bear to be in a room with other living creatures.  Their mere presence is enough to set off my anger.  I twitch when people touch me, clamping down on muscle reactions wishing to reach out and strike.  So, while trying to protect the people around me, I've been acting like a hormonal psycho bitch.  It's gotta make my dad happy, since he's visiting from overseas.  "oh, hi dad, please don't talk to me or touch me...*whispers from the shadows - I love you*" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sit down and think "this is going too far, I'm losing control...and it won't be pretty when it happens.  So I decide I need help.  I call my doctor at 12:30pm (lunch), and leave an urgent message...1:30...2:30...6:30pm...2:30am...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dear doctor, now I get to wait through 2 wonderful, joyful days, and hopefully, at your convenience, you will decide that perhaps I needs to come visit your office.  Jackass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I will wait, and patiently, comfortably, pleasantly pass the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinsen desu subarashi (if anyone can guess what anime that is from you get bonus points...I might have gotten the phrase wrong, it's 3am and I haven't slept in 2 weeks...you get the idea...) Life is wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo, signing out and escaping into sleep... hasta manana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112633970579542294?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112633970579542294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112633970579542294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112633970579542294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112633970579542294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/09/damn-doctors.html' title='damn doctors'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112614395463219056</id><published>2005-09-07T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:45:54.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends in pain...</title><content type='html'>I hate it when friends or loved ones are in pain and you're helpless to help them.  Separated by distance, by barriers, by walls we erect around ourselves, by walls erected around us... I long to reach out, to touch and help, but am stuck behind my own walls.  I notice too late the signs of a friend crying out in need.  And all I can do is bemoan my own weakness while watching my friend be slaughtered outside of my castle walls.  ...can you tell I've been reading too much fantasy recently? &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, to one of my dearest friends, I'm sorry I haven't paid attention to you like a good friend.  But know that I support you from a distance with all my heart.  I'm sorry I can't be there in person to love and shelter you.  Take care...or I will have to kick YOUR ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112614395463219056?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112614395463219056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112614395463219056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112614395463219056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112614395463219056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/09/friends-in-pain.html' title='Friends in pain...'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112595207545975031</id><published>2005-09-05T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T13:27:55.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More interesting searches...</title><content type='html'>I haven't recently shared any interesting searches that lead to my blog, so I figured I'd give another list :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listed from most recent to oldest:&lt;br /&gt;1. Broken Heart Masturbation (yahoo) (searched 2 times on my site) - (thanks to &lt;a href="http://roadthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;JC's blog&lt;/a&gt;, I often get masturbation searches :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. isabo (google + msn = 2 searches) - (I often get this, there's a popular author named &lt;a href="http://www.isabokelly.com/"&gt;Isabo Kelly&lt;/a&gt;...I haven't read any of her stuff, maybe I should, she has a good choice in name :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. jkirlin.blogspot.com (msn) - obviously he's linked on my page.  it's a photo blog, he's got some interesting pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. rumbling gurgling guts IBS (google) - I feel sorry for anyone with IBS, it sucks ass...hmm, that could almost be a literal explanation &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Wynee Wong (yahoo) - there's often a search for this, and I finally found out why.  They've made a &lt;a href="http://www.bucknell.edu/News_Events/Publications/Bucknell_World/June_2005/Bucknell_Express/Wynee_Wong_Scholarship.html"&gt;Wynee Wong Scholarship&lt;/a&gt;.  Love you and miss you dearest Wynee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. (similar to #4) stomach rumbling loudly and ibs (UK msn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. katharine hepburn's b-day (msn) - probably from my post about The Aviator movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. jelly fish sting blister (msn) - from my post about pissing on jelly fish stings (it works if you don't wash it off!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Alochol and Back pain (misspelled &gt;_&lt; yahoo)...have no clue what they were looking for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. fibro and powerlines move? (msn) - I assume these people think power lines cause fibro...I wish it were that easy &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it for a few weeks.  hopefully we'll get some more amusing searches soon :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112595207545975031?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112595207545975031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112595207545975031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112595207545975031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112595207545975031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-interesting-searches.html' title='More interesting searches...'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112588295466544206</id><published>2005-09-04T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T18:15:54.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger spam??</title><content type='html'>Great...&lt;br /&gt;we have phone spam...and why must they always call at dinner???  &lt;br /&gt;we have mail spam...like I really want to go join a gym that's an hour drive away? wtf, mate?&lt;br /&gt;we have email spam...I'm a girl, I don't use viagra you idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now apparently we have blogger-comment spam...do I care if your company is offering something and you're sharing news clips with me out of the goodness of your heart while throwing out long paragraphs about how you're not liable for anything that you just said?  If you want to spam my comments with meaningless shit...DON'T.  It's fine if you want to call me an idiot, tell me I'm a loser, bitch at me...but don't spam me with useless shit that doesn't have anything to do with my site or posts...or I'll get my uber nerd friends to hack into your site and screw you up big time...w00t.  take that to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* as for all the other posters, whether named or anonymous, thank you for all of your comments, suggestions, ideas, views, humor and links.  I appreciate it and am always pleased when someone gives me a hint that there are people who pass by! lol.  don't be afraid to comment :P  unless your name is something along the lines of 2dskni026kjlnds980...does that sound like a spammer name or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112588295466544206?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112588295466544206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112588295466544206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112588295466544206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112588295466544206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/09/blogger-spam.html' title='Blogger spam??'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112588167369419126</id><published>2005-09-04T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:54:33.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>survey</title><content type='html'>I'm bored...so I took a survey that was on my bro's site, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php' method='post' target='_new'&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=#efefef cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question1' value='TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type1' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isabo :) Rachel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question2' value='Name%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type2' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;may 29&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question3' value='Birthday%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type3' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kansas City&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question4' value='Birthplace%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type4' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plano, Tx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question5' value='Current+Location%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type5' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;green-grey-blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question6' value='Eye+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type6' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;dirty blonde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question7' value='Hair+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type7' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;5'9 1/2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question8' value='Height%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type8' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question9' value='Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type9' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;scotch-irish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question10' value='Your+Heritage%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type10' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;adidas sneakers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question11' value='The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type11' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;broken body, inability to deal with stress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question12' value='Your+Weakness%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type12' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never finding someone to love/love me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question13' value='Your+Fears%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type13' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;garbage pizza! =  everything on it :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question14' value='Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type14' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;work on my health through diet and exercise rather than medications&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question15' value='Goal+You+Would+Like+To+Achieve+This+Year%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type15' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question16' value='Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+instant+messenger%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type16' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;... or oww&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question17' value='Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type17' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;eyes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question18' value='Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type18' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;sleep? what's that? 2am-6am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question19' value='Your+Bedtime%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type19' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;...if it's missed how can you remember it? :-/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question20' value='Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type20' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;pepsi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question21' value='Pepsi+or+Coke%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type21' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;McDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;BK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question22' value='McDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type22' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question23' value='Single+or+Group+Dates%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type23' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lipton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question24' value='Lipton+Ice+Tea+or+Nestea%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type24' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question25' value='Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type25' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;cappuccino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question26' value='Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type26' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question27' value='Do+you+Smoke%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type27' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;more than I should&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question28' value='Do+you+Swear%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type28' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;not well&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question29' value='Do+you+Sing%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type29' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes...usually&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question30' value='Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type30' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question31' value='Have+you+Been+in+Love%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type31' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;been there, done that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question32' value='Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type32' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;eventually...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question33' value='Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type33' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question34' value='Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type34' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question35' value='Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type35' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question36' value='Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type36' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no...but maybe heading that way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question37' value='Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type37' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;we're close, but not always cordial&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question38' value='Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type38' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;hell yea!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question39' value='Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type39' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question40' value='Do+you+play+an+Instrument%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type40' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question41' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Drank+Alcohol%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type41' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question42' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Smoked%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type42' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question43' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Drugs%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type43' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question44' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type44' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question45' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type45' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question46' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type46' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question47' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type47' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question48' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type48' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question49' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type49' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question50' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type50' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question51' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type51' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question52' value='Ever+been+Drunk%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type52' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question53' value='Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type53' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question54' value='Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type54' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question55' value='Ever+Shoplifted%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type55' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;not by fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question56' value='How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type56' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;grow up? I want to stay in neverland forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question57' value='What+do+you+want+to+be+when+you+Grow+Up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type57' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Any in Africa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question58' value='What+country+would+you+most+like+to+Visit%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type58' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question59' value='In+a+Boy%2FGirl..'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type59' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;light or dark, doesn't matter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question60' value='Favourite+Eye+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type60' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;dark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question61' value='Favourite+Hair+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type61' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;either&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question62' value='Short+or+Long+Hair%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type62' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;tall(er)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question63' value='Height%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type63' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;doesn't matter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question64' value='Weight%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type64' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;...is this me or the boy/girl?? I don't have any style&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question65' value='Best+Clothing+Style%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type65' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;none (for me)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question66' value='Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type66' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question68' value='Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type68' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;none (ears closed up)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question69' value='Number+of+Piercings%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type69' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;none&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question70' value='Number+of+Tattoos%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type70' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;3: josh, soccer, the program I chose in japan (not Japan itself)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question71' value='Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type71' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Take This Survey'&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php'&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php'&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112588167369419126?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112588167369419126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112588167369419126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112588167369419126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112588167369419126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/09/survey.html' title='survey'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112587985786103597</id><published>2005-09-04T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:24:17.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue?</title><content type='html'>What'cha think? you like blue?  I hope so, because I do and I'm not changing it :P remind me next time that it's easier to just use their templates rather than changing things.  I changed colors to ones I wanted (wanna guess what my favorite color is?), then realized I had to add my own "curved corner" images myself.  oh well, gave me something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers from a Blue Isabo (use your imagination about whether that has metaphorical meanings associated with it) :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112587985786103597?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112587985786103597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112587985786103597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112587985786103597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112587985786103597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/09/blue.html' title='Blue?'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112587224780757630</id><published>2005-09-04T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T15:17:27.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bam!</title><content type='html'>I finally got online again after what...months? lol.  by online I mean IM.  My best friend's in law school and started a blog, I'm excited, makes me feel closer to her since I'm a horrible person about keeping in contact so I can read about her days :) added to my friends list.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna re-design my blog too.  I'm not completely broken anymore...just horribly bent... (except for days like yesterday where I layed in bed all day and cried while envisioning my pocket knife slicing my wrists open over and over...I locked myself in my room away from sharp objects &gt;_&lt; and of course even though I asked the others here to "leave me alone even if the house is on fire" I was still "woken" 2 times by knocking...I had almost fallen asleep into my only escape from reality and got woken up...which of course pissed me off even more...*AHEM* sorry, I was saying I wasn't broken wasn't it? hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poll: Change blog's name to:&lt;br /&gt;A. leave it as "broken"&lt;br /&gt;b. "bent"&lt;br /&gt;c. create your own title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sick of black, I think I'll go to blue :)  I might even be a lazy ass and just use one of blogger's templates...I think I will do that actually...too much trouble screwing around in photoshop and fudging the template coding &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our big computer's video card blew up and went psycho o_O we've got some guy coming out to fix it for free (we hope).  No more gaming for a while ;( I'm sure it's good for me someho :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More movie reviews:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0355295/"&gt;Brothers Grimm&lt;/a&gt; - ok, this movie was ...just weird.  They were all on crack, it was insane.  I'm not sure if I liked it or not.  It was fantastical and dark and spooky...but not in the conventional sense.  It was really fast and goofy and ...odd.  lol.  I think I liked it, but I'm not sure, but... it's that kinda movie.  I think it'll end up being one of those people either love or hate.  very eccentric, but of course it would be since it's a mixture of old fairytales...if you have nothing better to do it's a good waste of time :) actually if you like fairy tales and fantasy, you'll probably enjoy the movie ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0318081/"&gt;A Sound of Thunder&lt;/a&gt; - based on Ray Bradbury book...I'd say B class movie.  british actors...bad dialogue...cheesy acting...cool effects in weird sci-fi way...I personally liked it but then of course I love those cheesy movies that are so bad they make you laugh...ya know, like Army of Darkness...Xena...Conan...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0387131/"&gt;The Constant Gardener&lt;/a&gt; - shot in a documentary-esque style.  Very strong movie, I'm surprised they haven't made more like it before now.  Good story, excellent, if very subtle acting, and wonderful music...the cinematography was amazing as well.  Don't see it unless you like controversial issues involved in foreign countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think that's all I have to update for the time being.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all of those in New Orleans and all the surrounding areas hit hart by the hurricane.  My thoughts are with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112587224780757630?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112587224780757630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112587224780757630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112587224780757630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112587224780757630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/09/bam.html' title='Bam!'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112396529566636518</id><published>2005-08-13T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T13:34:55.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>house &amp; disabled, movies</title><content type='html'>Yea, so, the parents have left, peace has returned to the world of the house.  We're all moved in, so no more nasty work and hauling stuff around.  And guess what?  I had all this insurance fiasco's since last fall, and we had attempted to get disability...but they said uber no.  So I started paying this uber expensive insurance, while still not being able to work.  So guess what?  Once I finally feel well enough to start volunteering and hopefully working...I've been granted disability insurance.  ACK!  I need to check, I might not be allowed to work :( Sure, it's a WHOLE lot cheaper than the other option, but damnit, I wanted to do something...make money instead of sucking it out of my parents like a little monetary vampire.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now for my movie thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0399201/"&gt;The Island&lt;/a&gt; - loved it.  It was a lot like that 70s (80s?) movie, I think it might be a remake...they seem to be doing that a lot lately.  It started out a little slowly, but then it was pure action and adrenaline for the rest.  Really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0382992/"&gt;Stealth&lt;/a&gt; - Great movie.  Pretty funny and really action packed.  A general war/ai/human clashing movie.  But good.  Hot actor(es)s, fun action, running, shooting, violence...all the fun stuff ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0405325/"&gt;Sky High&lt;/a&gt; - really fun, cute "kid" movie.  I think it's a teen movie, it's sorta weird seeing teen movies but not being a teen anymore.  lol, if you want to see that goofy, cheesy, warm &amp; fuzzy kind of movie, this one's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0372784/"&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/a&gt; - really good.  quite a bit of action (obviously), suspense, unrequited love (what's up with those superhero's eh?), and evil villians.  If you like batman movies, this one's good.  morgan freeman rocks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0367594/"&gt;Charlie &amp; the chocolate factory&lt;/a&gt; - FREAKING AWESOME!  I'm so happy they didn't make it like the original, I would have been so upset if johnny depp tried to be gene wilder.  Instead it was a new, original crazyiness.  And the umpa loompas were freaking awesome.  All their dances were 70-esque, hilarious.  The squirrels had me laughing so hard I almost popped a rib.  If you liked the origianl, I'm pretty sure you'll like this one.  If you like Tim Burton, you'll like it.  Really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0120667/"&gt;Fantastic Four&lt;/a&gt; - Great comic movie.  Glad marvel did it.  Comic movie = that explains it all.  I love 'em, so I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0377818/"&gt;Dukes of Hazard&lt;/a&gt; - freaking hilarious.  I laughed so hard.  I never saw the original show, but this one's great.  Stifler rocks in any movie :P  it's the stupid-funny-college kinda movie.  hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0396269/"&gt;Wedding Crashers&lt;/a&gt; - It was ok...had funny bits...lots of it was really dull or really crass.  I don't think I'd pay to see it again or rent or buy it.  &lt;shrugs&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0397101/"&gt;Skeleton Key&lt;/a&gt; - It was ok, better than the wedding crashers, but I'm not sure I'd see it again or buy it.  It totally wasn't what I expected.  It started off slowly, then it was horror-esque jump and boo, running &amp; chasing action.  The ending sucked, as far as I'm concerned.  Still, if you want some thrills, it's pretty good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it.  peace out.&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112396529566636518?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112396529566636518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112396529566636518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112396529566636518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112396529566636518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/08/house-disabled-movies.html' title='house &amp; disabled, movies'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112223911941580275</id><published>2005-07-24T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T14:05:19.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>end of break (maybe) :)</title><content type='html'>I felt the urge to blog, lol.  I can't escape.  so, to catch peeps up on things: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents bought a house in may.  I generously offered to house sit for them.  Can you believe how gracious I am in my sacrifice?  I don't have to listen to neighbors talking, shouting, blaring music and tvs, and getting jiggy with it all night.  I don't have to have neighbors who never smile or wave at me.  I don't have to have my nextdoor neighbor basically call me a whore and accuse me of having UBER loud orgies (with my bro I might add...I really hope he didn't know we were related).  So can you believe the sacrifices I'm making, just to do this difficult favor of house sitting for my parents? mwuahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June we went on vacation to see family in NC.  It was boring and miserable.  But at least I got to see 3 members of the family that I like (plus a dog who loved me).  There were some other family visiting...let's just say evasion and escape are nice skills to have...end of story, lol. Ohhh...the beach, I love the beach. on the way to the beach, in this little piddly town that only exists because it's on the way to the beach, I saw all these signs and advertisements for a 5K walk for ALS.  I was shocked!  Both at such a small place, and at the people inhabiting the area.  Not to be rude (because it's true), but the majority of those people in that area are...large? They eat fried foods almost every meal, that'll give you a picture.  So I was shocked that these people would offer to walk or run 5K.  Made me proud of small little towns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, beach experiences:  &lt;br /&gt;First day, forgot to put sunscreen on my chest...for the first 3 hours I was out there.  Lobster red and painful.  I also got stung by a jelly fish on my inner thigh (OH! and I peed on my leg, to test out the "urine numbs jelly fish sting" theory, and it worked!  until I washed it off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day: wear shirt, chest still painful and starting to blister.  rough waters, get tossed by a wave, shoved under water by it, flipped and slammed into the sand under teh second wave, and skidded about 5 ft underwater.  I had so much sand in my ears I'm surprised it wasn't dripping out for weeks.  I cut my foot and scraped my leg while trying to stop my crazy ride towards shore.  I stopped a few inches infront of these kids (I was trying not to smack into them...I'm so nice) :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day: cut open the bottom and side of my foot on sharp shells.  burned my feet (sand was uber hot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, it was a nice experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Moving:&lt;br /&gt;once back home, the packing starts.  and goes on and on and on.  we slowly move things from apt to house using one or two cars.  we receive our storage shipment.  lots of unpacking...lots.  everyone gets cranky, yelling insues...um, yea.  we all need our space, but can't really have it yet.  Just moved the big stuff today in a u-haul.  finally have furniture to sit on, and my bed! w00t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volunteering: hasn't been happening.  moving has totally wiped me out.  I need to get in 6 hours before the end of the month :-/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work: hasn't happened yet.  too wiped out.  Will start looking for easy jobs (aka data entry).  work from home would rock out, but I think I'll have to go into an office...which is not a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaming: has been happening sporadically.  sharing comp with bro &amp; mom.  sharing game with bro.  not much time to play :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging: same thing.  don't have enough time to blog, or when I do, I'm too tired to do it.  So there may be a big break from this post to next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concluding remarks:&lt;br /&gt;~~this house needs a cat (mayhap from the shelter? oooo...)&lt;br /&gt;~~I have enough books to read for 1 year (I read really fast, but I got all my old books out of storage, gotta reread them) :)&lt;br /&gt;~~I think that's it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112223911941580275?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112223911941580275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112223911941580275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112223911941580275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112223911941580275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/07/end-of-break-maybe.html' title='end of break (maybe) :)'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-112024633541175026</id><published>2005-07-01T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:32:15.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;hiatus&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>Too many things going on.  Moving.  Parents.  Trips.  I'm calling an official hiatus until the end of summer, either august or sept probably.  Hope everyone stays well in the mean time.  Love &amp; hugs to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-112024633541175026?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/112024633541175026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=112024633541175026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112024633541175026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/112024633541175026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/07/hiatus.html' title='&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;hiatus&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111912128578847808</id><published>2005-06-18T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T12:01:25.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>walk, OK, game...that's it?</title><content type='html'>Okie doke...I got yelled at by a certain mother figure who usually goes by "mummie" for disappearing off the face of the earth.  So I thought I'd catch everyone up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing better.  The hurling left and right stopped after one day.  I rested the next day (saturday), then I went to cheer on my friend for the last 2 miles of her cancer walk (she injured her foot so only ended up walking about 45-50 (I say only, hehehe), got a ride on the van they had for the rest).  I took her ice cold gatorade, since the staff was serving the walkers watered down piss kinda sports drink.  I also took her frozen wash cloth.  She loved that one.  I got uber sunburned.  I walked about 2 miles (yes, I am SO awesome.  Bow down before me you other walkers who only walked 40-60 miles! mwuahahaha).  stuck around at the ending ceremonies for a while.  There was such awesome energy at the finish line.  Everyone was cheering and crying and laughing and stuff.  They were all exhausted (almost everyone dropped and fell asleep or sat around with zombie expressions), but were still energized with that "freaking A! We actually did it!!!" energy.  And they ended up raising over 4.2 million dollars! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK = &lt;a href="http://www.operationkindness.org/"&gt;Operation Kindness&lt;/a&gt;.  I finally got my volunteer job I kept talking about getting.  Orientation was last night.  basically stood and walked around for 2 hours and visited all the animals and got the low down on how the place runs and what our jobs are.  Most the people there last night were doggie people, I think I'm gonna be a cat/kitten person.  It was sorta interesting, the dog people would try to pet the cats in the cat rooms, completely not understanding cat posture and body language that was saying "leave me alone you smelly stranger, I shall bite you...and smite you!" so they'd jerk their hands back after a hiss.  meanwhile all the cats came over to me and rubbed on me since I was basically leaving them alone :) go me!  purrrrrrr.  and the kittens...the kittens...SO FREAKING CUTE!  the dogs were cute too, but too damn loud, and I can't work with them since they'll be pushing and pulling on me.  maybe later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll start working a few hours (every day mayhap?) and get my work stamina up.  Then later this summer attempt to find a paying part time job.  hopefully by fall or winter I can find a real job! w00t.  and I have a spiffy OK shirt and a badge with my name on it! I am so cool now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game...the game...is freaing addictive.  That's one reason I haven't been online.  yes, stone me, I'm horrible.  so freaking addictive :)  so much fun.  that's all I'll say about that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I believe that's all.  Not a very exciting life, if I do say so myself.  oh, I did see a few funny bumper stickers the other day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry I wasn't in church, I was busy practicing witchcraft and becoming a lesbian" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll sleep when I die" (I think that was a student, reminded me of my college days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ick, gotta love my memory, I can't remember the others...dangit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, I'm off.  gotta go clean the house (I can see the kitchen counters for the first time in 2 weeks!) and see the sun...before the game...the game...mwuahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111912128578847808?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111912128578847808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111912128578847808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111912128578847808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111912128578847808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/06/walk-ok-gamethats-it.html' title='walk, OK, game...that&apos;s it?'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111855240586874533</id><published>2005-06-11T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:00:05.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains, it pours...</title><content type='html'>Yea, so I finally got internet fixed.  But now I'm sick and can't use the computer b/c it somehow makes me more nauseous.  and I don't want to barf on my comp, that'd be messy to clean up.  and then I'd be without comp even while having enternet.  dangit.  and I didn't get to go cheer on my friend during her 3 day cancer walk.  I figure I'd jus be hanging out on the side hurling left and right, and I didn't feel like doing that.  Luckily today, no hurling, just nausea and fever.  so hopefully tomorrow will just be fever and I can go cheer on the final day of the walk.  w00t.  Hope everyone else is having fun in their daily lives :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111855240586874533?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111855240586874533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111855240586874533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111855240586874533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111855240586874533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains, it pours...'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111826096550600174</id><published>2005-06-08T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:02:45.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack some more</title><content type='html'>Ok, cable tech dude came out and fiddled around with the cable, with the modem, with everything else inside, then went outside and fiddled, and finally said he was calling a line tech to come fiddle outside with the uber cable line (rather than my piddly cable line).  So yea...my internet is broken :( hopefully it'll get fixed within 24 hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo w/ the broken modem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111826096550600174?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111826096550600174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111826096550600174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111826096550600174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111826096550600174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/06/ack-some-more.html' title='Ack some more'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111816820715162454</id><published>2005-06-07T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T11:16:47.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uber ack!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I still love you all, and believe it or not, I haven't been posting NOT because of the game, but because of the internet.  I haven't played my game in 2 days...I havn't been on the internet for any long amount of time (or with barely any connection) for 2 days.  I'm lucky I got on today.  Apparently there's some big problems in the metroplex right now they're attempting to fix (bs if you ask me, damn people love giving excuses).  So peace out, I'm keeping this short and crossing my fingers taht it posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111816820715162454?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111816820715162454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111816820715162454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111816820715162454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111816820715162454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/06/uber-ack.html' title='uber ack!'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111782044462582304</id><published>2005-06-03T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:40:44.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAoC</title><content type='html'>DAoC = &lt;a href="http://www.darkageofcamelot.com/"&gt;Dark Age of Camelot&lt;/a&gt;.  It is the devil.  I've been playing for 2 days, and I am completely addicted.  It's sorta funny, my masseuse got me playing it, and I end up getting "computer shoulders" and "computer neck" (uber tight muscles and pretty darn painful).  So since she feels somewhat responsible, but still wants me to keep playing, she's now offering me an extra free massage per week.  So I pay once per week, and go once free per week.  I never turn down something free :) Especially something as nice as a massage.  So yea...DAoC.  If you want a real life, in the real world, stay FAR away from it.  Seriously.  :)  w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111782044462582304?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111782044462582304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111782044462582304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111782044462582304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111782044462582304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/06/daoc.html' title='DAoC'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111754343512569797</id><published>2005-05-31T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T05:43:55.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarborough Faire</title><content type='html'>Pretty damn awesome.  I think I enjoyed it more when I was younger, but it was really raunchy, I guess I just never got the jokes when I was younger.  Some of those shows I was thinking "daaaaamn, this should have a pg13 - R rating!"  it was still really fun though.  We ate a lot of crap all day - sausage on a stick, fish &amp; chips, cinammon roll, smoothies, fried ice cream, italian ice cream (My lips are still bright pink from this one...I hope I didn't drool last night, my bed'll have pink spots all over it!)...ooh, this next one deserves it's own paragraph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roasted nuts.  we were eating our italian ice cream when some lady gave us a few nuts (sneaky...they feed you and then you buy their items...they were soooo good) and we went over to the nut stall to buy some.  us: "our lips our freezing! we can't eat warm nuts!" man: "warm nuts are better than cold balls!" :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and I bought a drinking horn!  you know, like in viking movies where they drink mead out of horns?  (aside note: honey mead tastes like cider gone bad, with no honey taste at all, damnit.  I wasted money on that one.  at least I can say I tried it though).  anyhoo, I got a cool horn, and it strangely enough, when tied off across my body, fits the shape of my loverly hips!  how cool is that?  and now I know how to drink out of one, and then hand it to someone and make them pour the drink all over their face :) the skills of life.  the vendor on that one yelled at us "hey lovely ladies! come to this store and you'll leave much hornier!" lol, we couldn't resist, so we wandered over.  my friend bought her brothers some blowing horns, which she sounded continuously on our long walk to the car, and I got my drinking horn.  and the guy kept making horny cracks, and we of course obliged him with our own horny answers.  Oh, and this was funny, I called my mom up afterwards and said "hey, we're relly horny now!" and with no pause she said "oh, did you see some cute boys?" *smacks forehead* doh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lots of fun.  I came home around 6pm yesterday, was asleep by 6:30 and woke up at 7am today.  so at least I'm back on a schedule!  I'm feeling it, but really glad I went.  besides, I get a massage tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lady Isabo (or even "Fair Lady Isabo" or "Fair Lady" or "M'lady" ...I think that was it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  cells phones in medieval times are apparently called "fairy boxes" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111754343512569797?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111754343512569797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111754343512569797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111754343512569797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111754343512569797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/scarborough-faire.html' title='Scarborough Faire'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111739356152683398</id><published>2005-05-29T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T12:06:01.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23 :)</title><content type='html'>I'm 23.  I don't feel older.  I still feel as immature as always :)  actually I don't think I'll be 23 for another few hours.  oh well, I'll celebrate early.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a random aside, here are a few famous people who share my bday: &lt;br /&gt;Melissa Etheridge (1961)&lt;br /&gt;Rupert Everett (1959)&lt;br /&gt;Annette Bening (1958)&lt;br /&gt;Danny Elfman (1953)&lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy (1917)&lt;br /&gt;Grand Duchess Tatiana (1897) - of the infamous Romanova family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and famous peeps who died on my bday: (is that morbid? I think not, just interesting)&lt;br /&gt;John Barrymore (1942) from pneumonia and cirrhosis of the liver (aka alcohol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;married on my bday:&lt;br /&gt;Scott Wolf (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Cindy Crawford (1998) (my mom asked "which time??") lol&lt;br /&gt;Robert Downey Jr. (1992)&lt;br /&gt;James Cromwell (1986)&lt;br /&gt;Kirk Douglas (1954)&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde (1884)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to read about more peeps: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/OnThisDay?day=29&amp;month=May&amp;x=17&amp;y=14"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111739356152683398?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111739356152683398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111739356152683398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111739356152683398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111739356152683398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/23.html' title='23 :)'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111725332340364731</id><published>2005-05-27T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:21:04.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dad &amp; spiders</title><content type='html'>Daddy arrived.  We got him some Arby's and they went to the hotel and I walked home.  the darn gate wouldn't take my code, so I tried the other one and it was unlocked? random.  Then this orange cat started following me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I come home and find, hiding behind my shelves holding my dvd collection, this huge freaking spider.  Like bigger than me! ack!  It's weird, I don't have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arachnophobia"&gt;Arachnophobia&lt;/a&gt;, I just hate the little shits.  They always follow and bite me.  I get about 1-3 bites PER DAY!!  It doesn't matter if someone sprays my entire apartment.  without fail, I am bitten.  damn their eyes!  most of the smudges marking my walls (count about 30+) are small spiders, the largest about the size of a pea, including legs.  The one I just found was a bit bigger than a pea (it's frickin FAT ASS BODY!!!), add the legs you get something about the size of a nickel.  I tried to squash it but I must have jiggled it's webbing because it high-tailed it outta there.  so I sprayed about half a can of "supposed" spider-killing stuff behind said shelving.  I doubt I hit it.  I'll wait for it to appear again and hope to kill the mofo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell do they have to bother me???  I would leave them in peace if they did.  I don't like killing things just because I might not like them, that's not nice or fair.  But damnit, if they start flocking towards me...and walk across the room towards me...and crawl along the ceiling and drop down on me...and sneak out from behind a bookshelf and start webbing towards me, then I'm gonna kill the little bastards before they add more bites and scars to me.  And yes, in other cultures, spiders are a symbol of good luck.  I'd rather have luck that didn't itch, hurt, scar or sicken me.  damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on a happier note, I'm glad dad's here.  hehehe...that means a cook out! mmm...he makes THE BEST steaks and burgers (sorry Missy).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo...on the hunt for the big ass mean spider...(if s/he had just come out nicely I'd have caught him in a cup and thrown him outside...but nooooo, had to take the hard way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111725332340364731?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111725332340364731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111725332340364731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111725332340364731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111725332340364731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/dad-spiders.html' title='dad &amp; spiders'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111706164171680525</id><published>2005-05-25T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T15:54:01.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wellesley bloggers</title><content type='html'>Just got my spring edition of the Wellesley Magazine...the wonderful perks of being an alum :) Anyhoo, there's an article titled "The Incredibly True Adventures of a Wellesley Blogger." Makes me want to start a frantic search on the net looking for other Wellesley peeps...but on the other hand makes me paranoid...maybe they'll track me down!? ahhh! run away! It's no ordinary rabbit!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Erin put her greasy massage cream in my hair again and threatened to bring wax next time, so she can style my hair.  And we're finally going to Scarborough faire on monday...yes, we realize it's memorial day and it will be horribly crowded and we're stupid going on such a day, but we're going anyway.  and she was disappointed with star wars 3 as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and mom finally got her arm in a cast after she broke it in freaking February...or march...too long ago anyway.  can we say stubborn and stupid?  I've said it but I made sure to stay out of range of her cast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111706164171680525?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111706164171680525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111706164171680525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111706164171680525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111706164171680525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/wellesley-bloggers.html' title='Wellesley bloggers'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111698544723009794</id><published>2005-05-24T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T18:44:07.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOTR extended trilogy! (and star wars)</title><content type='html'>Ok, I finally finished yesterday, watching the entre &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/find?q=lord%20of%20rings;tt=on;nm=on;mx=20"&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/a&gt; extended cut trilogy + all commentaries + all appendices.  All in all I think it took me over a month, but of course I couldn't just sit down and watch.  that'd be about 10 hours for the 3 movies, + 4x10 = 40 hours for the commentaries for the 3 movies, + about 60? (don't know) minutes of appendices.  So much fun :)  I feel like I've accomplished something great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that been hanging with the mother figure and going to see movies since she doesn't get them until months later.  speaking of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both didn't really enjoy &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0121766/"&gt;Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith&lt;/a&gt;.  We thought it was slow and boring...sure the fights were pretty cool, but other than that, pretty damn dull.  Granted we both enjoy the original trilogy better.  Hope others aren't as disappointed as we were.  I know bro really enjoyed it.  I think if they had cut out about 1 hour of the film, it woulda been great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, cheers to all.  sorry for not posting much, not really much to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I DIDN'T get called "SIR" but I was called a nice "doorMAN" when I held the door open for some old people...again, it was an old man who mistook my sex.  so is that 3 strikes I'm out or 3 balls and I have one more left?  ...hehehe, that sounds funny considering the conversation :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~an amused Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111698544723009794?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111698544723009794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111698544723009794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111698544723009794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111698544723009794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/lotr-extended-trilogy-and-star-wars.html' title='LOTR extended trilogy! (and star wars)'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111662265866186586</id><published>2005-05-20T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:57:38.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of short hair</title><content type='html'>So, wednesday night mom wanted a big chunk of steak (sorry missy!) and when our not-waiter came to deliver he handed my mom hers and said "m'am" then handed me mine "sir...oh! um, m'am" what is it with these people?  It's interesting.  Any woman who sees me knows I'm a woman.  But any man who sees me is confused.  what's up with this?  At least that's only 2 times I've been called "sir" (to my face anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to another thing.  my 2 most recent search hits were &lt;br /&gt;1. "short hair fetish" - this showed up on google, page 42!!! of google returns.  except mine isn't listed on that page.  but, &lt;a href="http://saintvodkaofthemartini.blogspot.com/2004/12/busy-bee.html"&gt;Kill the Goat&lt;/a&gt; shows up multiple times :)&lt;br /&gt;2. "short hair" (google page 14, #4).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fire!&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111662265866186586?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111662265866186586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111662265866186586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111662265866186586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111662265866186586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/joys-of-short-hair.html' title='The joys of short hair'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111643905177960669</id><published>2005-05-18T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T12:14:16.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Philosophy...</title><content type='html'>borrowed this quiz from &lt;a href="http://mrbrian02.blogspot.com/"&gt;bro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width=100%&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Hedonism&lt;/b&gt;. Your life is guided by the principles of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hedonism&lt;/b&gt;:  You believe that pleasure is a great, or the greatest, &lt;br /&gt;good; and you try to enjoy life’s pleasures as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Arocoun"&gt;Arocoun's Wikipedia User Page...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Apathy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Justice (Fairness)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hedonism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Nihilism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Utilitarianism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Existentialism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Strong Egoism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='45' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;45%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Kantianism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='35' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;35%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Divine Command&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='0' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=13060'&gt;What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! A tie of Apapthy, Justice and Hedonism.  How ironic is that?  I take a quiz about philosphy, yet I'm apathetic about it? lol.  I actually quite enjoy studying philosphy.  I think it's sorta funny that many US peeps have bumper stickers with an american flag and "United We Stand" on it...I wonder if they realize that comes from Aesop: "United we stand, divided we fall."  Funny which lines they decide to ignore.  Not to mention the fact that patriotism can be really really scary, but I don't wanna get into that.  no politics on my blog, unless I say :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I go for joy and happiness in life.  I wonder if that stems from being in constant pain?  Because life usually sucks ass anyway, I do focus on finding the simple pleasures.  Would be interesting to see how I ranked if I took this before all my problems started.  I figure I'd still be high on apathy and justice.  anyhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111643905177960669?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111643905177960669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111643905177960669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111643905177960669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111643905177960669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-philosophy.html' title='What Philosophy...'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111636176870666642</id><published>2005-05-17T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:29:28.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent searches</title><content type='html'>Ok, here are the most recent searches for my site (everyone seems to use google for me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynee Wong, I'm #10 down the list.  RIP dearest Wynee, I Love you.&lt;br /&gt;The Real Amityville Horror, I'm #3 (guess my film review counts for something!)&lt;br /&gt;Who is BridalBeer, #9&lt;br /&gt;Locks of Love may 2005, #6&lt;br /&gt;myspace nessa (from askjeeves.com), #6 (that was a questionarre I borrowed)&lt;br /&gt;locks-of-love haircut 2005 blog, #1! wow, I'm #1 :)&lt;br /&gt;Locks of Love may 2005, #6 (not the same person as above)&lt;br /&gt;a google translation of my site into German! wow, am I going international? &lt;br /&gt;schipperke weblog, #6&lt;br /&gt;uterus vibrates before my period, #6 (I think this person might need medical help)&lt;br /&gt;muslces involved with soccer throw in, #1 again!! woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find these interesting, hope everyone else does too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111636176870666642?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111636176870666642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111636176870666642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111636176870666642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111636176870666642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/recent-searches.html' title='Recent searches'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111635802643710234</id><published>2005-05-17T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T12:27:06.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mummee</title><content type='html'>So, mom comes in tomorrow.  That'll be fun and interesting ;)  It'll be nice to have someone sit in a movie theatre with me, so I don't feel like a total loser.  She's bringing Swedish Cocoa balls, they are soooo good. mmmm.  coco boller...mmm.  Too bad dad can't come too :(  I guess I'll have to do with one of 'em.  hehe, it'll be nice to have a mommy take care of me when I'm sick and pitiful, lol.  Oh, one good thing of being sick, I have finally made it to the 3rd lord of the rings extended edition.  I just finished the final commentary of the 1st part, and moving on to the second.  I have watched the plain movie, all the commentaries, and all of the extras for 1 &amp; 2, and 1st part of 3.  Maybe I can finish part 3 today...it should only take about ...hm, 8-12 hours?  I'll let you know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111635802643710234?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111635802643710234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111635802643710234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111635802643710234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111635802643710234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/mummee.html' title='mummee'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111627692980876254</id><published>2005-05-16T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T13:55:29.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugg...UTI</title><content type='html'>Urinary Tract Infections...they are not nice.  Yea, last night was wonderful.  I'm sitting, reading a book, and turn over a bit...and have a blow torch in my crotch.  not nice.  and then I had to suffer all night and wait until 2 freaking pm to see the doc.  So FINALLY I get some meds and this cool pain killer stuff that apparently numbs your bladder and urethra and turns your pee highlighter-orange.  My bladder is becoming happier as we speak.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word to the wise (for anyone, but more for guys): Do not EVER make fun of UTIs.  Ever.  Unless you want to die a horrible death at the hands of the enraged, suffering person.  This is worse than making fun of PMS, and mayhap more dangerous.  I once had someone &lt;i&gt;laugh&lt;/i&gt; at me having a UTI when I told them...I was fricking pissing &lt;font color="red"&gt;blood&lt;/font&gt; that felt like lava, and couldn't stand up straight.  and I was laughed at.  I was not happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else is having a better day than me&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111627692980876254?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111627692980876254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111627692980876254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111627692980876254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111627692980876254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/ugguti.html' title='ugg...UTI'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111626087684166021</id><published>2005-05-16T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T09:27:56.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Questions to a better relationship</title><content type='html'>stole this quiz from &lt;a href="http://mrbrian02.blogspot.com/"&gt;bro&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eXpressive: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;Practical: 4/10&lt;br /&gt;Physical: 4/10&lt;br /&gt;Giver: 6/10 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a &lt;b&gt;XSIG&lt;/b&gt;--Expressive Sentimental Intellectual Giver. This makes you a &lt;b&gt;Teddy Bear&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee! I just want to give you a big squeeze. You are tender, honest, generous and fair. You are an excellent kisser and a sensitive, communicative lover, and you know it. You would never intentionally hurt someone's feelings or overstep his/her boundaries. You have beautiful eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people take your laid-back attitude, blazing wit and subtle sexiness and stick you in "friend." But some see your extreme hotness for what it is and latch on. This means you have a few members of your target sex in the bank at all times -- I call this "money in the sex bank" -- but you're too sensitive and thoughtful to exploit them. More than once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so rational and deliberate in an argument that it can frustrate and exhaust your partner. Your fights can take forever, but your press on with them until they are completely resolved and both you and your partner are satisfied. If your partner is weak of will, s/he may just give in -- be wary of this! An emotional or passive-aggressive outburst later will hurt and horrify you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is *critically important* that you are able to respect your partner. The moment you lose respect for him/her, you lose everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you make friends, you make them for life -- you can go without speaking to a friend for years and pick up right where you left off. You are completely faithful, both physically and emotionally. You are the second best (to XPIG) parent of any type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are male, you have a huge shlong. Just saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the &lt;b&gt;226279&lt;/b&gt; people who have taken this quiz, &lt;b&gt;7.9&lt;/b&gt; % are this type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosis not quite right? Now that you've taken the quiz, you can view the Relationship key. If you have any attributes that are on the cusp, check out the Relationship that complements that attribute (in other words, if you're an XPIT but only 6/10 Practical, take a look at XSIT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But beware -- the Taker/Giver attribute is very strong in defining a Relationship type! A RPYT is very different from an RPYG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write down what Relationship composite this quiz has given you, because viewing the key will erase your score. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XY Sexy  &lt;br /&gt;XG Good parent  &lt;br /&gt;XP Good at resolving conflict   &lt;br /&gt;XSI Honest to a fault  &lt;br /&gt;IT In control/can be controlling&lt;br /&gt;RG Good-natured/even keel &lt;br /&gt;RT Trouble communicating&lt;br /&gt;SG People-pleaser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hokev.brinkster.net/quiz/default.asp?quiz=Better+Relationship&amp;page=1"&gt;take this quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does this make me a warm, fuzzy, cuddly stuffed animal?  ...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111626087684166021?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111626087684166021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111626087684166021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111626087684166021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111626087684166021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/20-questions-to-better-relationship.html' title='20 Questions to a better relationship'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111601529678791191</id><published>2005-05-13T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T13:14:56.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 lbs &amp; phantom hair</title><content type='html'>Yea, so...I apparently had 5 lbs worth of hair before my haircut.  It's no wonder my damn neck hurt.  That's the only thing I can think of, because I suddenly lost 5 lbs and it hasn't come back?  So if you are either feeling low about your weight or have neck/shoulder pain, cut your damn hair! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also seem to have a phantom pony tail left.  Not to make light of any amputees, but I seriously feel like I've still got a pony tail.  everynight I go to bed I reach back to pull off my hair tie, and am always shocked when nothing is there?  and I keep flipping my head around and giving myself whiplash, thinking that I actually have hair to flip.  I bet I look pretty goofy sometimes.  Maybe I'm just used to having a ponytail and having a weight back there.  or I'm just insane, which is very probable, it does run in the family *cough* mom *cough* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers from a lighter Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111601529678791191?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111601529678791191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111601529678791191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111601529678791191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111601529678791191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/5-lbs-phantom-hair.html' title='5 lbs &amp; phantom hair'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111591626466940044</id><published>2005-05-12T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T09:44:24.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun with hair</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I go to massage, she completely flips and can't resist messing with it.  so while face up she finishes my arms and neck and stuff, and the re-greases her hands (no, she couldn't just use the massage cream residue...) and starts messing with my hair, trying to twist it so it sticks all over the place.  I flip over onto my stomach.  she does my back and comes back to my hair, playing with it for another few minutes.  I get up, change and meet her outside.  She is crestfallen...my hair just looks greasy and a little mussed up.  I explain that my hair is impossible.  I can load 3 entire bottles of hair spray into it, and within 30 minutes, all curl will have fallen out of it (well, with long hair anyway).  It's insane.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I go to drive home and look down and oops, my empty tank light is flashing.  so I cross my fingers and speed over to the nearest gas station (and just make it!), the wind jerking my greasy hair this way and that.  I get out and pump gas.  All these people walk by and look at me.  A woman leans around a gas pump to peer at me.  I'm thinking "what the heck??" so I look at my reflection in my car window, and my hair looks really sexily-mussed (if I do say so myself)!  I'm finding a new appreciation for massage cream + wind + speed = sexy spikey wild hair.  So of course I strike a pose with one foot up on the curb and one hand on the pump handle and tilt my head back and let the wind have it's way.  lol.  I'm feeling a bit better about my hair cut.  I don't know if the women checking me out were jealous or attracted...I'm happy with either :)  *rapidly pumps air into her head* my ego is happily inflated today ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111591626466940044?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111591626466940044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111591626466940044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111591626466940044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111591626466940044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/fun-with-hair.html' title='fun with hair'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111576360559103530</id><published>2005-05-10T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T15:20:05.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Search words</title><content type='html'>I find these interesting.  Here are the newest searches that pull up my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her cold feet&lt;br /&gt;schipperke movie&lt;br /&gt;le sigh&lt;br /&gt;schipperke weblog (from a Japanese google search)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/local/story/197796p-170802c.html"&gt;Wynee Wong&lt;/a&gt; (You're always in my thoughts and memories.  I'm so glad we had our time together, however short it was.  I miss you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amuses me both what people are searching for and that my blog shows up on those searches.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whoever searched for Wynee, did you go to AKP? Do I know you? Did you know Wynee?  I hope you did know her.  She was amazing.  She will always be amazing in my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111576360559103530?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111576360559103530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111576360559103530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111576360559103530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111576360559103530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/search-words.html' title='Search words'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111575889646009164</id><published>2005-05-10T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T14:01:36.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, SIR</title><content type='html'>Yea, I was out looking at dvds, as it's tuesday and new ones came out.  I check out.  You have to show your receipt at the door so they can check to see if you're stealing.  Guy in front of me got a "thank you sir" and then I walked up, and the guy said "thank you, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SIR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, have a nice day.  so I started laughing and he looked up at me like I was crazy, then as I walked away I think he saw my chest because I heard him mutter something in a sorta "I'm sorry" voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers :)&lt;br /&gt;Isabo ... officially male with man boobs? or female with man hair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111575889646009164?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111575889646009164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111575889646009164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111575889646009164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111575889646009164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/thank-you-sir.html' title='Thank you, &lt;b&gt;SIR&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111565639833034590</id><published>2005-05-09T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T09:33:18.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Hair :-/</title><content type='html'>ok, it's official, I have &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/isabobasi/hair9.jpg"&gt;boy hair&lt;/a&gt;.  I look like the little &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0314331/Ss/0314331/5573_03554_rgb.jpg?path=gallery&amp;path_key=0314331"&gt;boofy-haired kid&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0314331/"&gt;Love Actually&lt;/a&gt;.  The other hair cut was just bad.  this one is ok...but it's boy hair.  But at least I don't have huge glomps of hair sticking out in random places.  now my whole head just sorta sticks out in every direction.  Not to mention I apparently have a huge fucking &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=2&amp;q=cowlick"&gt;cowlick&lt;/a&gt; in right in front, just a little to the right of the middle, that totally curls up about half my front and lets the other half flop around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo...I think I'm going to wear a hat for quite a while.  Maybe I'll start wearing doo-rags :)  and ick, that lady put this nasty gel in it, I'm gonna go shower.  maybe I'll spike it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111565639833034590?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111565639833034590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111565639833034590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111565639833034590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111565639833034590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/boy-hair.html' title='Boy Hair :-/'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111549484498432004</id><published>2005-05-07T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T12:40:44.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHORT HAIR!!! (and a ticket)</title><content type='html'>Ok, first unfortunate series of events today.  Got a ticket.  So I was going 84 in a 70...that's not SOOOO bad *ahem* state trooper guy had really pretty eyes though.  First ticket of my life, guess I lasted this long.  I guess I was hauling ass.  anyhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I went and got a free haircut, for &lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.com"&gt;Locks of Love&lt;/a&gt;.  They pulled my hair back and whacked off my pony tail.  I was thinking I'd need to buzz it, but they just whacked the tail.  which left the bottom/back of my head basically shorn, and the top all flappy.  So, for once, I can drive with the windows down and not get hair in my eyes! woot!  I can eat and not get hair in my mouth.  and I can satisfy my scruffy-head ...I guess it's a fetish?  I HAVE to rub a buzzed head.  I have to.  So now the back of my head is sorta buzzed, so I get to rub that...and I have been ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok.  Go &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/isabobasi/hair.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for pics of old (long) and new (short).  long ones were from last year though, don't have recent photos.  guess you'll finally get to see what I look like too.  (mom, keep your paranoid thoughts to yourself!) :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111549484498432004?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111549484498432004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111549484498432004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111549484498432004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111549484498432004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/short-hair-and-ticket.html' title='SHORT HAIR!!! (and a ticket)'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111545860062424563</id><published>2005-05-07T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T02:36:40.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no faire, still have hair...that rhymes</title><content type='html'>Ok, we were wrong, weekdays seem to be "school kid" days, the little brats.  so we weren't allowed in even though we begged and talked to 3 people.  Oh yea, and she's 28, not 26 (I had thought 26-28 so I did well!), and she thought I was 25!!!  lol, guess I act mature?  mwuahahaha.  So instead we drove through a few of the small towns, that had like 20 people populating them.  one was called "West" and was originally a Czech settlement.  They had some yummy pastries.  that was basically our day.  I came back and crashed on pain killers and stayed up all night, then slept all day and woke up tonight at 9pm.  so that means I missed my hair cutting which was going to occur on friday.  So I'll see if they're open today, if not it'll have to wait for monday.  I can't wait.  I still haven't decided how much to leave...buzz? 1 inch? 2?  I think I'll either buzz or stay at 1 inch.  I want to give as much hair as possible, and figure my ego can suffer for the cause.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to see what kind of trouble I can get into :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111545860062424563?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111545860062424563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111545860062424563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111545860062424563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111545860062424563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-faire-still-have-hairthat-rhymes.html' title='no faire, still have hair...that rhymes'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111529390617555234</id><published>2005-05-05T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T04:51:46.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cows &amp; Faire</title><content type='html'>This is for &lt;a href="http://mooicecreamoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Missy&lt;/a&gt;:  I have decided that longhorns look really freaking odd, especially when mixed in with the more normal looking cows, and 2 random oxen...actually the oxen looked weirder...but I don't consider oxen cows, even though they're in the same genus.  anyway, I saw that and thought I'd share with you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, next!  I'm going to &lt;a href="http://www.scarboroughrenfest.com/"&gt;Scarborough Faire&lt;/a&gt; today (renaissance fair) with my massage therapist (don't worry, she's only 26ish and acts like she's 2...like me! not some old married lady...that'd just be...weird, lol).  she couldn't stop talking about it yesterday while she was pounding away on me.  I was really happy though, since it was 50 freaking degrees (in may in texas?!?!) she had her heated stones again.  love those stones.  she plays &lt;a href="http://www.darkageofcamelot.com/"&gt;DAOC&lt;/a&gt; so was uber excited when I mentioned this to her.  I somehow am thinking she drove her other friends crazy, since they don't like computer games or that sword fighting stuff.  so she always uses my massage time to share the gaming drama, lol.  good times.  she actually works as my mental therapists too, since she constantly has me laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to the faire!  I'm gonna try honey mead for the first time in my life! woo! I hope it's tasty, it always looks tasty in the viking movies where they drink them out of those horn-shaped goblets.  plust the fresh fruit and frozen fruit and chicken and turky legs...mmmm.  oh right, of course there's also crafts shops and shows and tournaments :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111529390617555234?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111529390617555234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111529390617555234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111529390617555234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111529390617555234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/cows-faire.html' title='cows &amp; Faire'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111515089258416545</id><published>2005-05-03T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T13:08:12.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that annoy me today...</title><content type='html'>1. broken body (really paying for aqua therapy.  about to go nap on muscle relaxers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. collector's/special edition dvds.  ex1: 5th element came out on dvd about 6-7? years ago.  within the last year, they released and uber version with all this extra stuff.  ex2: space balls collector's edition just came out too.  why this annoys me: I want to see all the extras, but not pay for a whole nother dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. lawn mower guys making huge racket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. having a strange, dirty, scruffy, red-neck man make eye contact with me and then scratch his balls while walking towards me after I finished pumping gas.  he scratched his balls from his car to my car and past...I didn't look after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. pain meds making my ears even more sensitive to noise (see #3 above), the tv, dvd player, neighbor noises, high pitched squeeling that always accompanies me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's annoying you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on that note, I'm napping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111515089258416545?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111515089258416545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111515089258416545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111515089258416545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111515089258416545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/things-that-annoy-me-today.html' title='Things that annoy me today...'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111512164931879700</id><published>2005-05-03T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T05:00:49.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird dreams (as usual)</title><content type='html'>I had a few weird dreams again last night.  wait, scratch that.  I always have weird dreams...I remembered a few of them last night! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream #1 - This friend from highschool that went up to boston for college (she was at MIT, I was at Wellesley) came over and spent the night (in my old home in Texas, which we no longer own, and which was odd because I only ever had about 4-8 friends sleep over at a time)...but that was in highschool, and this was now.  So, she spent the night.  I slept in my bed, and she slept on the floor in the doorway? wtf? lol.  anyway, she wakes me up and says "hey, let's call chelsea!"  Now, firstly, Chelsea was my childhood best friend from about 5-11 yrs old, then she moved to the countryside, then I moved to Sweden, then when I returned 2 years later we had sorta lost touch.  we saw each other about once a year during highschool.  I haven't seen her in ...4 or 5 years.  So randomly I call up Chelsea and she agrees to meet with us.  and that was basically my dream.  random.  so yesterday I drove out to her home, but there was all this kid playground stuff in the back, so unless her bro and his wife moved in with mom and dad and had their kids, or same with her, I kinda doubt that was their house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poll #1 - should I go to the house and knock and a. see if it's them or b. see if they know where they are or c. don't knock at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream #2 - &lt;a href="http://mrbrian02.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bro&lt;/a&gt; and I were roomates in this random condo looking thing.  except I'm about 6 yrs old and he's about 14...which is really odd since we're only about 3 years apart.  Anyway, I come home and he's been gruesomely murdered in his bed (ack!).  So I called the cops, and these 2 cop guys came over.  They had a problem, if they went upstairs, their walky-talkies wouldn't work b/c of electrical interference, so one went up and one stayed down (how this helps their walkie situation I know not, they still wouldn't be able to communicate with each other.)  I was telling cop A how this man came, but he wasn't himself, he just looked like someone I knew (I think this is b/c I watched Blade Trinity...and dracula changes, lol).  So cop A just pats me on the head and says "whatever kid" and then we hear screams from upstairs.  Cop B is dead.  No one is in sight.  we go back downstairs, and I try to tell cop A again, but then this other person comes into the room and cop A says "what the hell are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; doing here??"  then gets killed.  So I run.  and that's basically the end of the dream, me running, scared out of my little 6 yr old wits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream #3 - George Bush (jr) *shudders* was standing in this hallway giving his state of the union address (I think because I just say xXx (not a porn you sickos! triple X! lol)) to this group of reporters, and my family?? again, wtf?  So he starts talking about education, and how we need new text books, and I interrupt his speech and start bitching at him about education and how he's all wrong.  And then suddenly I'm bitching at one of my old school teachers, which is odd because I actually liked her as a teacher.  I think that's about when I woke up today, considering I woke up with a "wtf" feeling, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it for random dreams from last night&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111512164931879700?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111512164931879700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111512164931879700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111512164931879700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111512164931879700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/weird-dreams-as-usual.html' title='weird dreams (as usual)'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111504399262749882</id><published>2005-05-02T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T07:26:32.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on spitting</title><content type='html'>So, I saw an interesting sign today.  I went back to the hot pool for aqua therapy.  now, they've had this sign by the pool the whole time I've been going (6 months or so).  It's one of those pool safety signs that everyone has to have.  like no jumping, diving, smoking, call 911, etc.  So today (granted I haven't been in a month).  I see, added to the sign in blue marker "no spitting in pool."  Now it's bad enough spitting on the sidewalks, where it gets on your shoes, and if you're really unlucky, on your clothing or skin (depending on wind currents and direction of spit...sorta like pissing into the wind I guess.  although I'm ill-equiped to do that, I believe I could still manage! mwauaha).  But dude, spitting into a small pool of cycling water...it's bad enough we all have to sit in an enclosed area with body fluids and skin cells and I don't wanna know what else floating around *shudders* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, and I went back into the changing room, and the old man who used it before me either showered, stepped in some rust on the floor and stepped back into the shower, or pissed in the shower...after showering...and leaving his piss there.  which one are you gonna choose?  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0151804/"&gt;"Looks like someone has a case of the Mondays."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering what else is gonna happen today.  Makes me sorta scared to leave my apt, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111504399262749882?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111504399262749882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111504399262749882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111504399262749882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111504399262749882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/05/more-on-spitting.html' title='More on spitting'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111480909484333429</id><published>2005-04-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T14:11:34.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amityville Horror</title><content type='html'>Ok, I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0384806/"&gt;The Amityville Horro&lt;/a&gt; last night.  10pm-ish, alone.  not a good idea.  Freaking scary as hell.  I was laughing at these two girls though, the opening logo of the film (like dreamwatch or fox or whatever), one girl said "I'm scared already!!" then at the end, everyone in the theatre basically jumped up and ran outta there.  Those girls were towards the top but they were the first outta there, lol.  The movie was really well done, using all the tools that really scare you - pop ups, reflections, freaky eyes, visual effects, sounds, etc.  Really spooky and scary movie.  Watch it in the company of others, and not late at night :) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at some sites, just trying to figure out the real events.  It's a movie, so of course stuff is made up and expanded.  It's hard to figure out the truth though, since a bunch of people say "liar, you just want attention, it's a hoax, etc" but the others are saying it's true.  sorta feels like the x-files.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally do believe in ghosts and spirits, so for me it is credible.  I've been in some places where I can feel something that affects me and my instinctual protections (like heart pounding, hair standing up, sweating, emotions, etc).  I was in a castle in germany, and I was walking into one room and felt this wash of fear and despair, and my heart started pounding.  It ended up being their torture/jail area.  It was really intense, I got outta there pretty fast.  It also felt cold.  I know everyone says "oooh, ghosts, it's cold when they're around" but it seriously did feel chilly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo.  good movie.  go see it.  go research the truth.  get scared.  question your beliefs.  expand your horizons.  ooogie booogie? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111480909484333429?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111480909484333429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111480909484333429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111480909484333429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111480909484333429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/amityville-horror.html' title='The Amityville Horror'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111473217275071297</id><published>2005-04-28T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T16:49:32.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll: sleep &amp; socks &amp; feet</title><content type='html'>Ok, I was thinking about this last night trying to get to sleep.  I was uber hot, so I stuck my feet out of the covers like I always do when I'm hot.  My dad does this too.  It drives mom crazy when dad does it, although I don't really understand why...something about the sheets.  ANYWAY, so that got me to thinking of 2 questions for you all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - When you are hot, do you stick your feet out of the covers?  If not, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - Do you sleep with socks or without?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep without socks.  I can't stand having socks on my feet when sleeping, besides the fact that they make me hot, and then sticking them out of the covers wouldn't help b/c they'd be covered! ack.  The only time I slept with socks on my feet (read 2-3 pairs) was in Japan when my bedroom was between 30-40 degrees F at night.  Of course added to the 2-3 pairs of socks was long underwear (top and bottom), uber warm pants.  at least one tshirt.  one long sleeved shirt.  one sweatshirt with hood pulled up.  one down vest.  gloves.  all the covers piled on top, with me curled into a ball.  A hat.  that was when I truly understood the old wive's tale (which is TRUE give certain circumstances!) that if you go to sleep with your hair wet, you'll get sick...not to mention frozen, broken hair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I just thought of another question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - do you pull the covers up under your chin, or do you have them down around your armpits, or elsewhere?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This caused a lot of problems with one of my ex's.  I pull them up to my chin.  He tucked them under his armpits.  I finally compromised and pulled them down to his level.  But I got him back and stuck my ice-cold feet against his legs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111473217275071297?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111473217275071297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111473217275071297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111473217275071297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111473217275071297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/poll-sleep-socks-feet.html' title='Poll: sleep &amp; socks &amp; feet'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111467064451601515</id><published>2005-04-27T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:44:04.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to old template</title><content type='html'>ok, I decided I liked the older one better.  I'll screw around with it another day.  Look &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/isabobasi/broken2.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to see the one I changed it to for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111467064451601515?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111467064451601515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111467064451601515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111467064451601515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111467064451601515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-to-old-template.html' title='back to old template'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111466206373111839</id><published>2005-04-27T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:21:03.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new template?</title><content type='html'>how do ya guys like the new template?  does it work with your browser?  yay? nay? fire? I sorta wanted a change, although it's not much of one.  but the xena holding out her hand is in her original position, with her chakram on the correct side now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111466206373111839?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111466206373111839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111466206373111839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111466206373111839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111466206373111839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-template.html' title='new template?'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111457144348964482</id><published>2005-04-26T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T20:10:43.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>courtesy of the open fly</title><content type='html'>So, I was out in public today, used a restroom, and was coming out.  This one woman almost bashed into me and just glared.  This younger girl was walking towards me looking downwards, then she looked me in the eye with a really intense look.  I'm thinking "what the hell is wrong with these people?!" and then I get that akward feeling and look down.  my fly is open.  so I zip it and walk on.  But that got me to thinking, so here is a poll, please answer it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see someone with their fly open, do you tell them, or ignore it and walk by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ignore it, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I'll start:&lt;br /&gt;I tell people.  Sure it might be embarrassing to mention it, but it'll save the person more embarrassment in the future.  They'll only have me to see it rather than 100 other strangers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, just curious what everyone says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111457144348964482?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111457144348964482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111457144348964482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111457144348964482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111457144348964482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/courtesy-of-open-fly.html' title='courtesy of the open fly'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111455260433174946</id><published>2005-04-26T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T14:56:57.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tv, movies &amp; spitting</title><content type='html'>So, I watched &lt;a href="http://www.lucyislawless.com/"&gt;Lucy Lawless&lt;/a&gt; in the tv movie, "The Locusts" and it was uber weird.  I started halfway through and am sorta glad I did.  I was laughing hysterically, but I don't know if that was because I was &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/isabobasi/eatsleep.jpg"&gt;uber drugged&lt;/a&gt; or if it was just that cheesy.  It just felt wrong seeing her out of her xena clothes though.  and it was funny, for a while she was sorta bouncing while she walked, and I was thinking it was because she didn't have the weight of her armor, lol.  And her hair-do's didn't always make her look the best, but she was still one hot lady.  The other characters were all a complete joke, well, hers was too, but I like her so I'm not gonna say bad things about her, mwuahahahaha :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0373926/"&gt;The Interpreter&lt;/a&gt; and I really liked it.  I don't always like Nicole Kidman, but daaaaaamn she was awesome in this.  I really really liked it, like when I was walking out I was thinking "hmm, I want to see that again!"  The ending was interesting for me, because on the one hand I would have been disappointed to see one thing happen, and I would have been happy to see another thing, and I would have felt content with another.  I don't want to give anything away, just my confused mind wanting more than one thing :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto SPITTING.  Why do men/boys have to spit everywhere?  Is it some macho marking territory thing since they can't very well pull their pants down and piss like dogs?  Is the male race full of phlegm?  Can they not swallow?  Will someone PLEASE explain this to me?  I find it disgusting and rude.  Do you see ladies hock a loogie before entering a store?  I don't.  The only time I can understand and accept spitting is in sports.  It is necessary in sports, and I find it acceptable to spit in the grass and run on.  It is necessary because your mouth gets so dry (that sounds stupid, you can't spit if your mouth is dry, I know, but jocks will understand).  Of course I think it's nasty in indoor sports, like basketball.  Yes, I realize that's hypocritcal, but if you're outside, in a sports area, with lots of mud and grass and sweat and blood, what's a little spit?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, can anyone explain the connection between the male race and spitting?  I can say that I've been tempted to spit ON a guy when he spits, especially if he spits and it flies in the wind towards me, or splatters on my feet.  I've also perfected the evil eye.  My looks CAN kill if they have to! mwauahaha *cough* *SPIT* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111455260433174946?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111455260433174946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111455260433174946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111455260433174946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111455260433174946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/tv-movies-spitting.html' title='tv, movies &amp; spitting'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111437174702252252</id><published>2005-04-24T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T12:43:30.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Official *Le Sigh*</title><content type='html'>It's official, Edgefest is off for me.  I'm uber broken today.  I think I'm gonna vegetate on the couch and do an extended version &lt;a href="http://www.lordoftherings.net/"&gt;LOTR&lt;/a&gt; marathon.  maybe even watch &lt;a href="http://www.lucyislawless.com/"&gt;Lucy Lawless&lt;/a&gt; on some weird ass looking tv show tonight...about locusts taking over the world?  I hope she pulls a &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/isabobasi/x1.jpg"&gt;Xena&lt;/a&gt; on them and kicks bug ass.  if nothing else it'll be fun entertainment for my &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/isabobasi/eatsleep.jpg"&gt;drugged mind&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111437174702252252?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111437174702252252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111437174702252252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111437174702252252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111437174702252252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/official-le-sigh.html' title='The Official *Le Sigh*'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111428863873683423</id><published>2005-04-23T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T13:37:18.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*le sigh* part 2</title><content type='html'>Yea, so either eating lunch or walking, or both, was a VERY bad idea.  IBS is back with a vengeance, I'm going back on bread and water diet :(  *uber le sigh*  So it looks like even if the weather clears tomorrow, my stomach is keeping my house bound darnit.  But I'm going to see if I can give up my ticket so someone else can enjoy it in my place...maybe the radio station will give me something? a free pass? a bumper sticker? a thank you? lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a bummed Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111428863873683423?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111428863873683423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111428863873683423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111428863873683423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111428863873683423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/le-sigh-part-2.html' title='*le sigh* part 2'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111427816068497725</id><published>2005-04-23T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T10:42:40.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*le sigh*</title><content type='html'>Well, I was just thinking, I may have been waiting for a year to go, and I may not end up going, or just seeing a small bit, but at least I'll be rested to enjoy other things, like meeting a fibro friend or going to a rennaisance fair.  I would go down to censor my previous post but I'm too lazy.  I was uber pissed, now I'm just a bit saddened and disappointed.  but, it's sunny out for now, so I'm gonna kick myself in the butt, bundle up, and go on my daily walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll do a drive-by ticket hawking, so I don't have to pay for parking and get my money back, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111427816068497725?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111427816068497725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111427816068497725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111427816068497725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111427816068497725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/le-sigh.html' title='*le sigh*'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111427251260253738</id><published>2005-04-23T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T09:08:32.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Fucking Pissed Off</title><content type='html'>I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO pissed the fuck off.  (in case you can't tell, this is going to be a rant about weather and EdgeFest).  So, I wake up uber sore today.  I think it's because I was in bed for 14 hours (read: slept some, layed around a lot.)  so, I go outside, yell fuck and jump through the door (I'm sure my neighbors, since we have paper walls, will love me doing this at 8am on a saturday).  it's 45 degrees.  It's been in the 80s for a month.  now it's in the 40-60s.  Even worse, it's going to be cloudy tomorrow, no warm sun.  fucking 80s for a whole damn month.  fucking 40-60s for a few days.  EdgeFest...ONE TIME A FUCKING YEAR.  Isabo = fucking enraged.  can you tell I like the word fuck?  the others just don't do this situation justice at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly doubt I can go now.  It would be physically painful all day and for a week without it being cold.  now I'd say to double everything.  grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as bro was saying, Murphy's Law.  Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;~ISA-fucking-pissed-off-BO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111427251260253738?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111427251260253738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111427251260253738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111427251260253738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111427251260253738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-fucking-pissed-off.html' title='So Fucking Pissed Off'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111418382759428920</id><published>2005-04-22T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T08:30:27.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more fibro fog and random thoughts</title><content type='html'>I forgot to post this story.  On ...what day is it.  um, ah! on Tuesday, I was going to see psycho doc, and he's at this big hospital with two big towers.  So first I go to the wrong tower (keep in mind this is my 6-7th visit).  Then I go to the right tower and go to floor 11...I look and there is no door, just a wall with a picture.  I think, "wtf?? who took his office away??" so then I think "crap, where IS his office??" so I go to the 12th floor...the 10th floor, the 9th floor...the 1st floor.  I look at the directory.  He is on the 11th floor.  I go back up there and look, then turn around and there it is!  I had come up a different elevator and didn't turn the right way *blush* but I got a laugh out of it so it was ok.  and I was going to the right doc if I was going insane, right?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my first trip through downtown that someone hasn't come within feet or inches and smashing my car to smitherines.  And today, driving to do some errands, 3 people try to hit me, within a 15 minute period?! Do I have a frickin bullseye on my car?  My car attracts cars &amp; skanky old men &amp; ex-football jocks &amp; one random chick?  random.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until sunday...&lt;a href="http://www.kdge.com/edgefest/"&gt;EDGEFEST!!!&lt;/a&gt; wahoo!  If anyone is in Dallas, or Texas, or out of town, and is going to &lt;a href="http://www.kdge.com/edgefest/"&gt;edgefest&lt;/a&gt;, give me a shout, so I don't have to go all alone and get pitying (is that a word? pitiful? looks of pity?) looks from everyone else :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111418382759428920?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111418382759428920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111418382759428920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111418382759428920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111418382759428920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/more-fibro-fog-and-random-thoughts.html' title='more fibro fog and random thoughts'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111396801650889847</id><published>2005-04-19T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T22:40:37.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pets</title><content type='html'>I was chatting, and the topic of pets came up, so I decided I throw some of their pictures up here, if anyone cares: &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/isabobasi/pets.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cat is russian blue with emotional issues (that's a nice way of saying totally demented).  now living with family friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dog is a &lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/schipperke.htm"&gt;schipperke&lt;/a&gt;.  Yes, we know, it looks like a potbellied pig with fur.  we know it looks like a random blob of blackness.  we know it looks like a mixture of a dog, a rat and a fox.  we assure you, it is indeed a dog :)  now living with this schipperke nut, she's got like 5 of 'em now, plus 3 cats...and they all sleep on the bed with her &amp; her husband?! wtf? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111396801650889847?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111396801650889847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111396801650889847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111396801650889847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111396801650889847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/pets.html' title='pets'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111395610802911571</id><published>2005-04-19T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:20:08.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Flying Daggers</title><content type='html'>DUDE!  That came out today on dvd.  I've watched it 2 times already, plus the extras.  so freaking good.  If you haven't seen &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0385004/"&gt;House of Flying Daggers&lt;/a&gt;, you have to see it...well, if you like movies like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0190332/"&gt;Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0299977/"&gt;Hero&lt;/a&gt;.  SO FREAKING GOOD.  and I always thought the snow at the end was some fake computer effect, but they actually had this huge ass snow storm while filming, so they went ahead and filmed in the snow.  bet they froze their asses off.  sooo freaking good.  go watch it!  right now.  that's not a request :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo...wanting to leap around and run in the trees and do impossible martial arts and flying daggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111395610802911571?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111395610802911571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111395610802911571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111395610802911571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111395610802911571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/house-of-flying-daggers.html' title='House of Flying Daggers'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111389783108432520</id><published>2005-04-19T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T01:03:51.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet!</title><content type='html'>Since my &lt;a href="http://mrbrian02.blogspot.com/"&gt;bro&lt;/a&gt; is completely obsessed with his traffic to his site, I thought I'd check mine (yet again, like I did for the ass massage or whatever).  So, a newer search that turned up my page was "ass traffiking" along with many drug, survey, dragon ball z (??), gay men sites, and porn.  Since I didn't use traffiking anywhere, I assume ass showed up.  teach me to talk about massages! mwuahahaha.  And on a new note, someone was searching for "fibro-fog"  how sweet is that?  I wonder if they're a sufferer or just wanted to read stupid stories :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought I'd share :)&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111389783108432520?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111389783108432520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111389783108432520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111389783108432520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111389783108432520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/sweet.html' title='sweet!'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111388453775623577</id><published>2005-04-18T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:22:17.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahara</title><content type='html'>First, good news, I managed to eat a sandwhich and apple without incident today! fuckin finally, right?  I have so much more respect for prisoners living on bread and water.  it's not easy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahara: saw that tonight.  It was quite good.  A really fun movie.  Very similar to National Treasure, although I think it had more explosions and ass kicking.  I liked it, I think I'd see it again.  I'm still not sure about Sin City though.  I mean yea, I liked it, but I'm not sure...it's hard to explain.  maybe if you see it you'll understand ;) back to sahara: constantly blowing shit up = good movie :) lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and on the way to the movie, we had cool storm blowing through.  That sorta reddish, yellowish, brownish hint to the clouds, that sometimes turns green or fades to gray/black clouds?  ya know? texans should know.  The theatre was still standing, so it obviously didn't go green, I sorta wished it had...not that I wanted a tornado to rip through...well, yea I did.  Big storms are exciting.  But not when they hurt a lot of people.  but still, really exciting right?  beauty and violence all in one?  good combination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111388453775623577?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111388453775623577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111388453775623577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111388453775623577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111388453775623577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/sahara.html' title='Sahara'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111378304523664403</id><published>2005-04-17T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T17:10:45.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy cruiser??</title><content type='html'>So, am I a sexy ho in my car or something?  I went on a long walk today, and sat out at the park and watched soccer games (which by the way is one of the most bittersweet experiences of my life).  so anyway, it's Texas, it's hot here. I sweat anyway.  Doesn't seem appetizing, right?  So I'm cruising home, my shirt sleeves rolled up, grungy with the was-recently-sweaty look, windows down in my awesome sweet car, seether playing loudly, my hair pulled back with all my frizzies waving madly in the air, sunglasses, and of course we can't forget the cool "stick-shift" pose where you lean to the right with your hand on the shift, and the left hand up on the steering wheel (guess that's opposite if you drive on the left side of the road...which by the way, shifting with the other hand is UBER hard to do, mentally...and physically?).  So yea, I'm cruising, this jeep thingy suv (strike 1) (I hate suv's...and those damn hummers.  join the damn military if you want to drive that, it's ridiculous...where was I...) right!  guy pulls up to pass me, then drops back until he's even with me and cruises beside me.  Since he's up higher I can't really see his face, but then he pulls up ahead and looks at me in his freaking side mirror! Like I can't see him there?!  weirdo (strike 2 - idiot or weird).  So then we stop at a light, and he cranks his music up so it interferes with mine (strike 3, country music is a NO).  then we take off again, and he whips out a cell phone while ahead me winking at me in his side mirror (this guy looked to be about 24-28, hadn't shaved in a while, ex-football player kinda look) (strike 4 - no cell phones while driving).  So then I whip over to turn left at my light and I see him turn around in his car to look at me, then lean out the window, and then he takes the next left (strike 5 - creepy). so I whipped into my apt building and got behind the gates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so weirded out by this.  Are these people on drugs?  is it spring and they're horny like all the animals around us?  usually grungy people aren't sexy.  I'll admit my car is daaaaaaamn sexy hot!  I just don't see ME being sexy hot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~curiously confused Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111378304523664403?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111378304523664403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111378304523664403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111378304523664403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111378304523664403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/sexy-cruiser.html' title='sexy cruiser??'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111367810650087402</id><published>2005-04-16T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T12:01:46.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*rumble*</title><content type='html'>Yea, so, being sick sucks.  I keep thinking we're having a storm, but it's just my stomach rumbling and gurgling.  it obviously wants to be filled but it's dangerous to fill it...basically the only things it will tolerate are bread and water...I feel like a prisoner! mwuahahaha.  except I get nice soft bread instead of a dry crust.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, bro posted some of his japan &lt;a href="http://mrbrian02.blogspot.com/2005/04/semi-formal-tea.html"&gt;pics&lt;/a&gt;, so I figured I'd do the same.  If you wanna have a look at mine, go &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/isabobasi/jpic.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja ne&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111367810650087402?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111367810650087402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111367810650087402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111367810650087402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111367810650087402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/rumble.html' title='*rumble*'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111361985136133265</id><published>2005-04-15T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T19:50:51.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin City</title><content type='html'>Ok, finally saw it.  I can't tell how much I like it though, it's still floating around in my mind.  I liked it but not sure I'd buy it, I'm wavering between those.  It's a really strong movie.  like *pow* in your face.  exciting and thrilling though ;) I love they way they set it up with the colors and black/white and comic book and oldies style.  sweeeeet it was!  and dude, talk about a kick ass cast.  my best friend said "it was good except for harry potter eating people" lol.  I guess he does look harry potter-esque.  A lot of it was easy to figure out though, but still really fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dude, the skanky ass whores kicked so much ass!  They rocked!  flashed their booties and titties and whipped out their guns and opened up a can of whoop ass.  now those are cool chicks :)  actually, that brings up anotehr thing, most the other chicks in the movie are saved by the men...I'm not sure I like that.  we need more xena, women kicking ass left and right kinda chicks out there :)  I guess the whores took her spot.  and dude, miho had sweet swords, and I couldn't tell if they were nazi or buddhist (probably buddhist since she was japanese) swasticas that she whipped around.  kick ass.  and nancy really knew how to dance.  The men basically staggered/swaggered around and kicked ass, while the chicks looked hot and kicked graceful ass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's another thing, why do they ALWAYS show women's bodies nude in movies and not men's?  I don't particularly want to see the mens bodies (except for chests and abs, those can be sexy...and backs if they're not hairy *shudders*), but I sorta think it's fair play, ya know?  I think it's still common for lots of actresses to have to go nude, or part nude in order to get anywhere in the movie world.  you don't hear about men having to strip to get higher places in the world (unless it's porn).  anyway, at least women's bodies are smooth and sexy, and much much nicer to look at than mens.  in my mind anyway, I'm sure there's disagreement out there somewhere ;)  actually, I just remembered, bruce willis is completely nude for part of it...but of course you only see his outline since he's covered in shadow (= he's a man).  he gets extra bonus points for being old and still in good shape.  damn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good movie, go see it.  be ready for violence though.  this one woman got up about 10 minutes into it and left and never returned.  guess she doesn't like blood and guts and knives and guns and bare hands and whores and cannibals (cute ones though) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo...tempted to go kick ass somewhere.  but not dressed up like a whore, people would run screaming before I even got a chance to whoop them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111361985136133265?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111361985136133265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111361985136133265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111361985136133265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111361985136133265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/sin-city.html' title='Sin City'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111354299680174324</id><published>2005-04-14T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:29:56.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf, mate?</title><content type='html'>lol, I was looking at referrals to my site, just to see where peeps are coming from, and my site showed up on a netscape search for "embarrassing butt massage" along with a mix of masturbation, gay/lesbian, and kinky looking sites.  so of course now that I've said those words, I wonder what searches will pop to this page. lol.  and what's up with blogshares?  lol, it took me a while to figure it out.  I was thinking "dude, why's my blog on an economics page?!" anyhoo, I'm easily amused I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~TWO DOLLARS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111354299680174324?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111354299680174324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111354299680174324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111354299680174324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111354299680174324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/wtf-mate.html' title='wtf, mate?'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111351371428497144</id><published>2005-04-14T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T14:21:54.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK THIS OUT!</title><content type='html'>This is so freaking awesome.  I've had this link on my computer for forever and a day, just never got around to sharing it.  so freaking awesome.  &lt;a href="http://www.rockstargames.com/upload/swf/winners/multimedia/drewcope.swf"&gt;Drum Machine&lt;/a&gt; you need flash to see it, I think.  .swf is flash, right?  anyway, go watch it.   have your speakers turned up!!!  you must LISTEN and watch!  so freaking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo *clicking refresh repeatedly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111351371428497144?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111351371428497144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111351371428497144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111351371428497144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111351371428497144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/check-this-out.html' title='CHECK THIS OUT!'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111350756614659012</id><published>2005-04-14T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T12:39:26.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dante's inferno</title><content type='html'>I stole this from &lt;a href="http://roadthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;JC&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet, I'm a heretic, how awesome is that? and I get to live in a firey place! FIRE!!! woohoo, fire is our friend ;) fire is awesome.  hey wait a minute, I said I believed in afterlife! they lie!! ooh, sweet, the furies.  they're pretty cool :) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You approach Satan's wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111350756614659012?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111350756614659012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111350756614659012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111350756614659012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111350756614659012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/dantes-inferno.html' title='Dante&apos;s inferno'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111350453022927628</id><published>2005-04-14T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T11:48:50.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HA!</title><content type='html'>My stomach tricked us all.  I decided yesterday "hmm, I'm hungry, I should eat something instead of popcorn before the movie" so I had a sandwhich.  bad idea.  no movie.  no eating.  I think I'll live off water for a few days.  In fact, I'll live off water today and go see Sin City damnit!  mind over matter eh?  and screw it all, I'm going to massage and telling her to touch my stomach at her own risk.  mmm...massage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, I was having another strange dream when I woke up today.  I was back in japan, except it looked more like texas country? random.  and then I gave my host mother (the one I actually had) a puzzle and a calendar and a book?  and then she started talking about the book.  then we went outside and she sat on the ground and I laid down in front of her with my head in her lap (if anyone gets fruedian on me, I'll kick their asses).  and she started telling me about her childhood and the drug lords and drug traffiking that went on while combing my hair?...except (yes, I caould see what she was explaining), all the children were little white kids.  there were two whores, one was 2 and the other was 3.  they were sisters.  I was thinking "dang, aren't they a little young?" and then some snotty cool-wanna-be 5 yr old strutted by, who ended up being their pimp.  veeery odd dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't fear, I didn't see any crazy women with knives.  I kept track of my feet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isabo on water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111350453022927628?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111350453022927628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111350453022927628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111350453022927628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111350453022927628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/ha.html' title='HA!'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111343798018197719</id><published>2005-04-13T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T17:19:40.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movies!</title><content type='html'>Yay, finally feeling better, I think I might go see Sin City tonight, which is what I was going to do the day the flu hit.  I'll let you all know how it is :) other than that nothing new going on, considering I've been asleep most the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Isabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111343798018197719?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111343798018197719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111343798018197719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111343798018197719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111343798018197719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/movies.html' title='movies!'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111334769758394402</id><published>2005-04-12T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T16:15:43.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick &amp; horrible dream</title><content type='html'>Yea, so I'm still sick.  I thought I'd share with you all the WONDERFUL dream I had last night, i tried waking up so many times screaming, and other times I did actually manage to wake up but went back to the same dream, damnit.  but I did manage to lose 8 lbs.  anyhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So (I guess I was in university), I went over to this chick's apt to help her with her "homework."  So I get there, and we chat a bit, and order pizza, and drink some sodas, then we go to her room and we continue chatting, and she pulls out her books.  Then she comes over to where I'm sitting on her bed and starts detailing her idea...meanwhile I'm feeling suspiciously relaxed.  So, her outline consists of:  I am going to cut off your foot (I'm nodding enthusiastically while inside screaming), then we're going to TAPE it back on, and tomorrow you are going to come into our class and help me explain my presentation to them!  How does that sound to you? "sounds great, when do we start (inside screaming)!?" and she was all happy saying "yay! I knew you'd be great!" so then she starts getting implements of torture ready, and tells me to relax.  Meanwhile this other chick w/ drak hair who was just weird...didn't seem human, anyway, she is surprised that they found someone, they start talking.  I finally manage to push out the words "what the fuck did you do to me??" while the room is spinning and I can't focus on anything, and I can't make my body move.  so they giggle and keep talking, and I manage to pull myself upright and the darker one comes towards me and I somehow slug her, swinging into the other girl, knocking her down while I manage to stay upright *YAY* so then I start staggering through the door, I fall down the stairs (at least it was faster, right?).  stagger to the car, meanwhile pulling my car keys out, managing not to drop them, thinking "I've seen too many damn horror movies."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get in the car as the chicks come tumbling out of teh house.  lock the car doors, and speed off...ALL over the road.  I'm roaring through town, and everything is still speeding, and I'm going about 100mph, swerving left and right.  eventually a big space cleared around me *ahem* and I roar up to a hospital and stagger inside and say "I'm not an emergency but these chicks were gonna cut off my foot and I feel...woozy" at which point I fall into the arms of the doctor.  so some cursing and staggering later, and after explaining, even though it's damn hard to talk, we get out that I'm drugged, on something that's called (can you guess it?) "Woozy" (ha! great name for a drug, right?).  So then I say "eww, I don't feel good" and start barfing on teh doctor and then I pass out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wake up to my mom in seeing OUR (as in real life) doc? random.  and then my doc goes into to talk to rl. doc, and I don't want to be alone, so I try to crawl in there but the door closes, so I sit on the ground by the door curled up into a tiny ball while the room spins and I feel like complete and utter shit, shivering with delerium and chills.  Then MY (as in real life) doctor comes out and starts yelling me about what he had told me about THOSE fevers (wtf??), then he puts headphones on me? and I pass out, waking up in a hospital bed.  aparently I had a fever of over 106, and he had previously? talked to me about high fevers?  so then I'm still feeling like shit and half delerious.  I'm not sure what happens after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy dream huh?  Guess my feeling bad visited me in my sleep.  Dude, those chicks wanting to cut off my feet, and me not being able to do anything was horrible.  and not being able to wake up screaming to that was horrible.  it was like they really drugged me.  ack!  dream demons.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, and now I feel...can you guess?  woozy! ack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~miserable Isabo, keeping close track of her feet and crazy chicks with knives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111334769758394402?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111334769758394402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111334769758394402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111334769758394402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111334769758394402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/sick-horrible-dream.html' title='sick &amp; horrible dream'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</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-8529191.post-111325392438556234</id><published>2005-04-11T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T14:12:04.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mizzzzzzable &gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>stomach flu = miserable isabo&lt;br /&gt;stomach flu = no massage&lt;br /&gt;no massage = miserable isabo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on that note I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529191-111325392438556234?l=isabo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/feeds/111325392438556234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8529191&amp;postID=111325392438556234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111325392438556234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529191/posts/default/111325392438556234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isabo.blogspot.com/2005/04/mizzzzzzable.html' title='mizzzzzzable &gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>Isabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523208266969674143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
