<?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-550142818161700411</id><updated>2011-08-01T16:58:00.139-07:00</updated><category term='loud noise'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='comics'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='updates'/><category term='funny shit'/><category term='jackson&apos;s'/><category term='Comicon'/><category term='air units'/><category term='hypocrisy'/><category term='internet'/><category term='sega'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='nerds'/><category term='pokemon cards'/><category term='cosmo'/><category term='bleach'/><category term='heartbreak'/><category term='dead cats'/><category term='dumb lame stupid update late LHC rap Large haldon'/><category term='changes'/><category term='slang crisis vests geekness nerd-crack Dragonball Z midterm'/><category term='romance'/><category term='can&apos;t sleep'/><category term='weekend adventures'/><category term='internet stalking'/><category term='sonic'/><category term='matchmakers'/><category term='video games'/><category term='stolen links'/><category term='vacation camping camp outdoors lake beach'/><category term='students'/><category term='flamewars'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='Kingdom of Loathing'/><category term='jane austen'/><category term='steven segual'/><category term='boyfriends'/><category term='rob zombie'/><category term='reality tv'/><category term='singledom'/><category term='Avatar movie'/><category term='gay rights'/><category term='creepy'/><category term='super smash bros.'/><category term='introduction hello hi whatever greetings awesome'/><category term='nose piercing'/><category term='puzzle pirates'/><category term='fake'/><category term='food'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='rockband'/><category term='sucks'/><category term='salad dressing'/><category term='school university infection toes food'/><category term='anime'/><category term='Peach'/><category term='love'/><category term='identity theft'/><category term='santa'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='felicia day'/><title type='text'>Unpopular Culture</title><subtitle type='html'>...because you know you want it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-6890469732050556005</id><published>2010-05-03T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T01:37:25.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jane austen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriends'/><title type='text'>Sense and Sensibility</title><content type='html'>So today I watched Sense and Sensibility, the movie based on the Jane Austen novel of the same name. It &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; struck me, which is interesting because this isn't the first time I've seen this movie. In fact, I actually read the book a few years back as well. So I got to wondering why I would be so impressed with it this time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that while it was a decent read, I was never that struck on the book (I was much more into Pride and Prejudice!) and the first time I watched the movie it obviously didn't make much of an impression because I actually forgot that I had seen it until about 20 minutes into the show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think back to the last time I read the book or saw the movie, I can't remember what was going on in my life and I don't even know how long of a gap there was between the viewings but I do know that a lot has happened since then. I've loved and lost --in retrospect, this is a good thing--as well as met loads of new people and in general grown up a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time that I read the book, I remember thinking that Marianne, the younger heroine of the story, was weak and overemotional but tonight when I watched it I saw something else. I guess she sort of repressented that phase in life that everyone goes through: that first real love and the first really tragic heartbreak where it feels like you're never going to feel properly again. I also found Elenor to be sort of cold and overly reserved when I was younger but she was simply wary of being too public with what she felt which again I can somewhat relate to now that I'm a bit more experienced and less naive myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that both Marianne and Elenor's situations at the end of the story show a few things I've found to be true. The first that you can't really understand love until you've been wounded by it, as well as the fact that it can often take someone else (perhaps someone better?) to fully recover from it. Lastly, not being a romantic or one of those "artistic souls" doesn't doom you to boring passionless relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the reason why I felt such a pull to this movie is that I see parts of myself in both Elenor and Marianne; maybe thats why I found the story so moving this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit here tonight, I wonder if Jane Austen wrote this story with the knowledge that her characters demonstrated how many of us mature in our romantic relationships or if the story was just a random fancy brought to life by her imagination. Did she herself go though this change too? Perhaps I'm looking to much into it. I won't ever know what she was thinking, but I'm thankful that she wrote it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a side note, I think this is the closest I have ever come to a real blog post. Yay me? Im not sure! hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-6890469732050556005?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6890469732050556005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=6890469732050556005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/6890469732050556005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/6890469732050556005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/05/sense-and-sensibility.html' title='Sense and Sensibility'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-1149051311115875659</id><published>2010-04-05T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:06:50.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rockband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puzzle pirates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kingdom of Loathing'/><title type='text'>OHGODNO</title><content type='html'>I've partly broken my Puzzle Pirates and Kol addictions due to being too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Contrary to popular believe this is a MOTHERFUCKING TRAGITY.(What of my excellent stats?)&lt;br /&gt;Stupid SCHOOL and REAL LIFE. Time for some serious gaming methinks...and probably some facebook Risk on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In better news, I've been making playlists like no tommorow and my random trip home was good although it had less rockbanding then i would have liked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Song of today --&gt;  March of Mephisto by Kamelot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-1149051311115875659?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1149051311115875659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=1149051311115875659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/1149051311115875659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/1149051311115875659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohgodno.html' title='OHGODNO'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-906181437153299733</id><published>2010-03-17T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:42:03.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nose piercing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kingdom of Loathing'/><title type='text'>I knew it was coming ON BOTH COUNTS.</title><content type='html'>Two Things I KNEW would eventually happen went down in the last 24 Hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly is that I'm offcially addicted to KoL. I realised this last night (after getting Level 8 and pwning the Bonerdagon.) Le sigh. Oh well. I'm sure evetually I'll end up on WoW and then all my friends will point an laugh. But I'll ignore them because I'll be playing WoW!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly is that I'm PRETTY SURE my nosestud is minorly infected D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt rinses anyone? Thank god I bought that netipot...Also Im watching Fairly Odd Parents. SO BAI NAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-906181437153299733?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/906181437153299733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=906181437153299733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/906181437153299733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/906181437153299733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-knew-it-was-coming-on-both-counts.html' title='I knew it was coming ON BOTH COUNTS.'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-97158961167719740</id><published>2010-03-08T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:14:15.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rockband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rob zombie'/><title type='text'>Wonderful Wonderland!!</title><content type='html'>Let's take a moment to clap for corny alliterations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this weekend, I stood in line for about an hour to get a good seat watching Alice In Wonderland, and thankfully, it was worth it. Alice was everything I was hoping the moive would be: it was interesting, weird in a way that was teetering on the edge of creepy, with awesome visual effects and good acting. Johny Depp was, OBVIOUSLY, really awesome as the Mad Hatter, but Helena Bonham Carter and Anne Hatheway also put in pretty good performances at the Red and White Queens respectfully. Now, I didn't (and still don't) know the name of the actress that played Alice herself, but whoever she was, she kept up with the big name actors that were in the show so that says enough right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say much of the plot, but it is ISN'T the same as the original Wonderland, in fact, its more of sequel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO: I NEED TO GET A POSTER OF THE CHESHIRE CAT. He was so cool in this movie, that i actually couldn't contain myself in the theatre. So if anyone finds a poster of him, PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I played a little bit of rockband on the weekend that made me remember why my life is just barely worth living without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other other news, me and my friend Charles had a little bit of a comptition to see who could leave Get on My Horse running for the longest. He won, as I got a headache and probably brain cancer after about 40 minutes. He somehow got to about the two hour mark. That, my friends, is frighteningly long. He probably has brain issues now too. hehe!I will more then likely be singing that and Lady Gaga tunes for the rest of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to go do my biology lab, so Peacee &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: How to Make a Monster by Rob Zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't off the new album, in fact its one of the older ones that is kinda techno-horror-rock. I'm not sure I can classify it past "awesometacular".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-97158961167719740?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/97158961167719740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=97158961167719740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/97158961167719740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/97158961167719740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/03/wonderful-wonderland.html' title='Wonderful Wonderland!!'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-2024661432511472974</id><published>2010-03-06T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T03:41:45.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet stalking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comicon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicia day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kingdom of Loathing'/><title type='text'>Kingdom of Loathing, Twitter, and Other Such Nonsense.</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a twitter account. AND BEFORE YOU JUDGE ME (too late?) It's mostly to stalk some of my fave internet celebs. So there. The truth is out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY I'M INTERNET STALKING YOU FELICIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she never sees that, because I still need an autograph, which I am hoping to get at COMICON SAN DIEGO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. In other news, I started playing this weird off-beat MMORPG called Kingdom of Loathing (google it peeps). It's actually really fun, and pretty addictive. The graphics are, I kid you not, stick people. But the game play is pretty fun, and  has hilarious dialoague and/or script. The best/worst part is you have a limited number of turns per day so you can't get totally addicted, which is awesome for someone who is so busy like me with my other TIME COMMITMENTS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, by Time commitments, I ment Puzzle Pirates, and Sonic 2. (I will get you yet robotnic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE DAY: Cut Throat by Kittie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAY. Peace my loverlies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-2024661432511472974?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2024661432511472974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=2024661432511472974' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/2024661432511472974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/2024661432511472974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/03/kingdom-of-loathing-twitter-and-other.html' title='Kingdom of Loathing, Twitter, and Other Such Nonsense.'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-6602639064538642636</id><published>2010-02-07T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:24:14.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucks'/><title type='text'>Cosmo has FAILED ME!</title><content type='html'>So I hadn't picked up a Cosmo for ages and ages and picked one up the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I found it aweful, everything was so FAKE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake and manipulative! I can't beleive how aweful it was. I mean don't get my wrong, I like looking at the clothes and stuff thats instyle, but the life tips are all about manipulating those around you to get ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-6602639064538642636?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6602639064538642636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=6602639064538642636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/6602639064538642636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/6602639064538642636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/02/cosmo-has-failed-me.html' title='Cosmo has FAILED ME!'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-4859015404749355023</id><published>2009-12-21T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:21:54.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super smash bros.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peach'/><title type='text'>WTF Peach.</title><content type='html'>Ok Ok Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the last massive post thinking that it was going to be enough, but nope, I have something else to say. * Insert Shocked Face Here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so after I finished that last post I when downstairs and played some more Super Smash Bros. All was good, and then I played Peach for the first time whilst really paying attention to her attacks. And all I have to say is WTF PEACH?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO there I am, on an airship, fighting GOD KNOWS WHAT and I think to myself, "Gee, this would be a good time for a good ol' down B asskickin." So I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Peach sort of pulls this weird stylistic turnip out of the ground. So then I tossed it, and it was this weird wimpy toss and the weird stylistic turnip dissapears with a pouff...Wow. REAL EFFIN' EFFECTIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I really start to freak because I get into a sticky situation. I won't lie, I did a bit of button-mashing. And what does Peach do? Throw a fireball? Throw a punch?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, please, even a bitch-slap? NO. She wiggles a mushroom. A &lt;em&gt;MUSHROOM&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;WIGGLES IT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the FUCK, Peach?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-4859015404749355023?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4859015404749355023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=4859015404749355023' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/4859015404749355023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/4859015404749355023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/wtf-peach.html' title='WTF Peach.'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-4900181239403667968</id><published>2009-12-20T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:10:13.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super smash bros.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avatar movie'/><title type='text'>Avatar, Smash Bros. and Serious Disappointment.</title><content type='html'>Ok. Here it is, my first post of the &lt;strong&gt;New and Improved blog&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways. &lt;/em&gt; To the actual stuff I was gonna talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have a deep need to talk about how &lt;strong&gt;freaking awesome &lt;/strong&gt;the movie Avatar was. I can't &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; talk about it in detail yet because this movie is just one of those ones that I don't feel I can spoil! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the previews you can already tell that the graphics and CGI are outstanding, but when you actually see it on the big screen it's pretty effin' mindblowing. There is a seemlessness between the liveaction and the CGI that I haven't really seen before, or at least not on the scale that it was pulled off with Avatar. But it's not just the CGI, or the seemless effect. It also has mindnumbingly beautiful visuals that sort of left me awed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second thing that makes Avatar outstanding is that it's not just a flashy movie that tries to get by on special effects and visuals alone. It actually has a very interesting storyline that you can really get into, and it's one of those shows that explores human nature without getting super preachy, something that I definately can appreciate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. It's sort of a package deal. GO SEE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then having my mind exploded from the pure win of Avatar, what I have been up to? Well my dears, thanks for asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been chilling at home. Which is pretty much code for "playing video games bitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sister have been rocking the Wii, playing some Super Smash Bros, which I have always loved ever since the original one came out on N64 when I was a kid. Anywhooles anyone whos played the game knows that the Subspace mission thinger is about 300 years long. Well, today we beat it! It took alot of effort and teamwork and SWEAT and BLOOD and LOVE and PASSION and....oh shit...that was on easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are woking on normal. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And earlier today, my family went out for lunch and then off to wally-world to do a bit of shoping, with my main goal to buy Super Mario Bros for the Wii. It's sold out. EVERYWHERE. Ugh. Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*weeps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm seriously kicking myself. Mostly because about two weeks ago I had the opputunity to get it in Futureshop when it had just come out. &lt;em&gt;and I didn't buy it LIKE A FOOL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus to make things worse, I played the demo there. &lt;em&gt;SO I KNOW IT'S FUN!&lt;/em&gt; GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to wait. Unless by some miracle someone bought it for my christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I want to shoot myself. The entire time I've been writting this post, the Oompa Loompa song has been playing in the other room where my family is watching the old school version of Charlie and the Chocolate factory. I'm not really sure why anyone subjects themselves to that. It sort of creeps me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm not really sure whether Willy Wonka or the Borg Queen is more creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shiver*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ought to finish this beast up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my song of the day: Escuela de Calor by Radio Futura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what they are saying. None at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I STILL WANNA CHA CHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-4900181239403667968?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4900181239403667968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=4900181239403667968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/4900181239403667968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/4900181239403667968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar-smash-bros-and-serious.html' title='Avatar, Smash Bros. and Serious Disappointment.'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-8683809964178027426</id><published>2009-12-20T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:46:50.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>I changed shit up, yo.</title><content type='html'>As anyone who actually reads this may notice, I changed up my blog a little bit. I think that this is a &lt;em&gt;little &lt;/em&gt; bit more accurate in terms of what I &lt;em&gt;actually &lt;/em&gt;talk about. AND want I want to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heads up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-8683809964178027426?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8683809964178027426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=8683809964178027426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/8683809964178027426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/8683809964178027426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-changed-shit-up-yo.html' title='I changed shit up, yo.'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-2107876273666721358</id><published>2009-12-14T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:55:27.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matchmakers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puzzle pirates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>15 Things I have Realised in the Past Week</title><content type='html'>I have not had the greatest week (as many of you may know), that's for sure. But I've learned a lot of things, some deep, some superficial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Actual, honest to god &lt;strong&gt;heartbreak&lt;/strong&gt; REALLY &lt;strong&gt;fucking hurts&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It's plain &lt;strong&gt;douche-y&lt;/strong&gt; to dump someone the night before a Physics exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Brownies&lt;/strong&gt; are possibly a form of&lt;strong&gt; crack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Pizzahut &lt;/strong&gt;is actually very delish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;UFC&lt;/strong&gt; is fun, and &lt;strong&gt;Cheick Kongo&lt;/strong&gt; is a sexy beast of a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Kamloops has a &lt;strong&gt;comic book store&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Its &lt;strong&gt;DANGEROUSLY&lt;/strong&gt; easy to spend money in said comic book store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) It's a tad embaressing  to ask at the counter for any&lt;strong&gt; Startrek mangas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Its more embaressing to specify that you want that one "with the &lt;strong&gt;borg&lt;/strong&gt; origins and stuff"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Its even more embaressing to except your huge nerd/geekary and &lt;strong&gt;BUY IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I still have Sonic 2 &lt;strong&gt;Sega skillz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Robot Sonic is &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt; to the end guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;strong&gt;Bamboo &lt;/strong&gt;shirts are effing &lt;strong&gt;comfy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) No amount of pain can keep me off of &lt;strong&gt;Puzzle Pirates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Dog the&lt;strong&gt; Bounty Hunter&lt;/strong&gt; is the fucking man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND the song of the day, which I haven't really been keeping up with but want to add to this post anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS MORE THEN ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Noise - &lt;em&gt;Refused&lt;/em&gt; ...It's awesome punky-metaly sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building a Religion - &lt;em&gt;Cake ...&lt;/em&gt;freaking weird in the best way ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is wondering I got these songs off a guy named Devon. The same one that my Aunt and Grandma are trying to set me up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he has good taste in music...Aunt/Grandma Team -- 1, Team Kirsten -- 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-2107876273666721358?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2107876273666721358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=2107876273666721358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/2107876273666721358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/2107876273666721358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/15-things-i-have-realised-in-past-week.html' title='15 Things I have Realised in the Past Week'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-3015185364546897203</id><published>2009-12-08T02:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:15:35.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loud noise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='air units'/><title type='text'>Ode to the Air Unit, a Haiku</title><content type='html'>Oh My Air Unit&lt;br /&gt;Like Idling Truck Noises&lt;br /&gt;Beside My Head. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nuff said peeeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-3015185364546897203?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3015185364546897203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=3015185364546897203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/3015185364546897203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/3015185364546897203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/ode-to-air-unit-haiku.html' title='Ode to the Air Unit, a Haiku'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-3599343721536016587</id><published>2009-12-08T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:17:15.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stolen links'/><title type='text'>On a lighter Note, if you don't read this, we are no longer friends.</title><content type='html'>I was all worked up then I had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.27bslash6.com/p2p.html"&gt;http://www.27bslash6.com/p2p.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.27bslash6.com/blockbuster.html"&gt;http://www.27bslash6.com/blockbuster.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these on this AWESOME blog. Go look. NOW! &lt;a href="http://thebloggess.com/?p=4939"&gt;http://thebloggess.com/?p=4939&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-3599343721536016587?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3599343721536016587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=3599343721536016587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/3599343721536016587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/3599343721536016587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-lighter-note-if-you-dont-read-this.html' title='On a lighter Note, if you don&apos;t read this, we are no longer friends.'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-5576424693387567845</id><published>2009-12-08T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:01:03.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hypocrisy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flamewars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Disgusting Hypocrisy</title><content type='html'>So I just watched a few Youtube videos. I watched a pretty funny youtube show called "What the Buck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about celeb news etc etc, but I found the host to be pretty funny. Also, he is obviously gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I subb'd the channel and found that he had a video called "Using my Gay for Good" and it had alot of video responses. In the video he read a few letters that he had gotten about people saying that him being so open with his sexuality had a big (positive) effect on them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, I checked out a few of the video resopnses. They too were for the most part good, very grasious and some were even a bit touching. But the comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda stupid to get worked up about youtube comments because its flamewar city. But I'm not even talking about the morons looking for attention that Post " LOLOL ur GAY!!!11!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the video's I saw was about a young man that was gay, and wondering how he should tell his parents. (One wonders why he would confess such matters on youtube, but such is the internet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all the responses were very supportive, but was stuck me was the disgusting hypocrisy of some of the "nice" comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One girl writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww hun stay strong! I am not gay I LOVE MEN :) lol but i know how it is to have to tell your parents something big....etc etc she goes off into a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not gay, but I definately support you...etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong with this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that being gay REALLY isn't a big deal then why &lt;em&gt;PRAY TELL do you feel the need to declare that you aren't gay?&lt;/em&gt; Because you are worried that someone will think that you ARE gay for supporting this person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if you are&lt;em&gt;  really&lt;/em&gt;  ok with it, then it actually wouldn`t be a big deal. I have been to a few events supporting Gay/Lesbin/Bi/Transsexual groups with a friend of mine that was  a proud member of said group. And I didn't feel the need to declare to everyone I saw there that "I LOVE MEN." Because if someone happend to make that mistake about my sexuality it&lt;em&gt;  wouldn't&lt;/em&gt;  be a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's stupid and ignorent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. I makes me a bit sick. It's really almost condisending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say I'm really one to talk. I often find myself saying "gay" in a not-ok fashion. It's sort of a habit, and I guess in the long run I say a lot of offensive things...but out of all the things I say, (including cunt etc.) "gay" is the one I regret the most. I supppose I ought to work on that, so I'm gonna say right now that I'm going to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want to join the ranks of these douche-canone hypocrits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-5576424693387567845?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5576424693387567845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=5576424693387567845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/5576424693387567845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/5576424693387567845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/disgusting-hypocrisy.html' title='Disgusting Hypocrisy'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-8917370439863757444</id><published>2009-12-01T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:56:39.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jackson&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Reality TV I don't want to see.</title><content type='html'>I just saw another commercail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jackson brothers. its about them and like dealing with their brothers dealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using your brother, who just DIED, as fuel for reality TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New low in slimyness reached....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-8917370439863757444?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8917370439863757444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=8917370439863757444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/8917370439863757444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/8917370439863757444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/reality-tv-i-dont-want-to-see.html' title='Reality TV I don&apos;t want to see.'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-4927644895930930016</id><published>2009-12-01T16:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:35:07.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steven segual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality tv'/><title type='text'>Reality TV I actually want to see.</title><content type='html'>Wow. So I just saw a commercial for a reality TV show that looks hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN FUCKING SEGUAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a reality TV show where is a deputy in the police, because i guess at some point in time before his film carreer he worked as an officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign me up bitchs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-4927644895930930016?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4927644895930930016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=4927644895930930016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/4927644895930930016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/4927644895930930016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/reality-tv-i-actually-want-to-see.html' title='Reality TV I actually want to see.'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-5836089073751747233</id><published>2009-11-30T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:31:51.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salad dressing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pokemon cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa'/><title type='text'>My life is full of a hearty serving of "WTF" and it's mostly my own doing...</title><content type='html'>Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired and feelin sickish so this post will probably lack grammer, spelling, cohesive thoughts and good ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Now that out of way fun we can have with my writing funny life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But SERIOUSLY. I think I should come with a warning sign that says " WARNING: (duh.) May Cause WTF. I have just been so WEIRD today. And most of the month. Maybe i Have a disease or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. I had to go to the dollar store today to pick up a piece of poster paper. I can't believe how awesome dollar stores are and this one was extra special. THEY SOLD POKEMON CARDS! In these little ghetto packages. I was in there with classmates and I was all like "How funny would it be if i bought these? Just to call my sister up and be like guess what i bought today? POKEMON CARDS~~!" They were both slightly amused, but I have this sneaking suspition that it was more of a laughing at you, instead of with you situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I bought them of course...and a salad dressing. I thought that it was cesar but it wasnt it was creamy italian. (as if anyone actually wants that flavor. ew.) So right after i piad I had to ask to exchange it. AT THE DOLLAAR store. So awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then things got WORSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus came onto us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, it was so FUCKING creeepy!&lt;br /&gt;And this guy REALLY looked the part. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never be able to sit on santa's lap again. Although, I made the valid argument that if I was to sit on his knee, I might break his hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we had to go do a presentation table at the residence for the Rt program at TRU and Resp. health in general. It was kind of funny to watch the people going into the door &lt;em&gt;carefully &lt;/em&gt;eyeing &lt;em&gt;anywhere&lt;/em&gt; but out table. Its a HUGE fucking display. We &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; you didn't just miss it and walk past.&lt;em&gt; Don't even try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I want to bitchslap a girl who asked in a very high pitched annoying voice "Why is there a dead baby on that table?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS A CPR MANNIKEIN YOU DUMB BITCH. SERIOUSLY. Like a &lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt; baby would make a good display for respiratory health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be the Respiratory Therapy programs new slogan: Without us, there would be &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; more dead babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god THAT girl isn't in the Rt program. She probably would kill babies, then in her annoying voice be all like "Om G guys, why is there a dead baby on that table?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BECAUSE STUPID PEOPLE LIKE YOU KILLED IT." Or him or her. I try to be you know. Politically correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty sure my English teacher would jump off a bridge if she saw all my weird capitilazation errors here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. I think Im going to take a nap....dead baby, &lt;em&gt;really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-5836089073751747233?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5836089073751747233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=5836089073751747233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/5836089073751747233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/5836089073751747233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-life-is-full-of-hearty-serving-of.html' title='My life is full of a hearty serving of &quot;WTF&quot; and it&apos;s mostly my own doing...'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-5551808352030711930</id><published>2009-09-27T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:09:12.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trippin' Balls: Adventure's In a Single room</title><content type='html'>So, first off, I would like to clairify that i love my new single room. Its like a studio apartment, and besides being relativally spacious for a dorm room, it's MINE all MINE!! I love not having to share the fridge especially. Anyways to the trippin balls part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes a singe room is not so great. Take the night before last. I watched ( i shit you not) about 7 or 8 hours of a new DVD set that i recently...ahem....required. (BTjunkie ftw!) That DVD set was the Startrek Borg Fan Collective. SOOOO good. but sooooo BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I degress. I haven't fully explained this. I have been afraid of cyborgs and robots since i was a young girl. Especially the borg. But as a got older, it sort of developed into a love hate thing. Yes they scare me to bits, but I'm also facinated. So after watching First Contact about a million times, I thought I was ready for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess no amount of preperation can get you ready for 8 hours of you're deepest fear. It was enjoyable but by about 1130pm I was freaking out. And because of my precious single room...I was A L O N E. With a computer desk that makes it imposible to protect my back, a building that I couldn't possibly escape if it were attacked, and probably worst of all, a fairly loud air unit whose vent makes random shit in my room move. Not the best of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for puzzle pirates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i have procrastinated long enough...i guess its homework time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Sucks to be You by Prozzak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a golden oldie ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-5551808352030711930?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5551808352030711930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=5551808352030711930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/5551808352030711930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/5551808352030711930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/09/trippin-balls-adventures-in-single-room.html' title='Trippin&apos; Balls: Adventure&apos;s In a Single room'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-7971677746743216380</id><published>2009-09-18T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:02:33.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Hole Punching, facebook, and gaming addictions.</title><content type='html'>I am an internet-junkie-geek-lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been going on for while, and I love Puzzle Pirates, a MMORPG that i have played for over 3 years. 3 YEARS. And now my boytoy got me addicted to a facebook game called treasure mania. Its simple, fun and FUCKING addictive. I play it like several times a day. Anywho. Thats probably why i love the following: The Guild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone that is awesome, (Like me of course), you ought to be watching The Guild. Its a web seris that is written by one Felicia Day, who is not only and actress but a GAMER too. And now i have hope. The Guild is a  hilarious, mostly true depiction of h-core gaming. I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a song called Do you want to date my avatar? which is also win. Check them ouuut &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watchtheguild.com/"&gt;http://www.watchtheguild.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure you start from Episode one for Season one though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, hole punchs are the bane of my existance. In my attempts to put my keycard/student id on a lanyard, I BROKE my first hold punch. What kind of pussy hole punch cant punch a hole? Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho so i went and bought a nice big three hole punch, and what do youthink? UGH it only fits like 10 pieces of paper max. RETARDED. Every set of notes that i print off has to be punched in three or for sets of paper. Seriously. Who designed that shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, my danish is calling and i have to assemble my shit for physics class. So baibai loverlys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: My World by Emigrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upbeat metalish sound of the former Rammstein Guitarist. Its got rockin guitar but its all in english and with a very somehow positive sound. Just love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-7971677746743216380?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7971677746743216380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=7971677746743216380' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/7971677746743216380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/7971677746743216380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventures-in-hole-punching-facebook.html' title='Adventures in Hole Punching, facebook, and gaming addictions.'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-6514038310602909475</id><published>2009-09-14T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:16:44.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school university infection toes food'/><title type='text'>Holaballs. I'm baccckkk...and with class! (maybe)</title><content type='html'>Wow. I just read my last post. WHAT a drama queen. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I don't update this much. But now I'm going to make a serious effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just started my new program that I mentioned before: respiratory therapy. And I'm actually still excited!! Many of my professers are pretty awesome. 'Cept Biol 159. Lady, I don't know why but you IRK me. Anyways many things have happened since that fated 'my brokenheart' post. I'm with someone new, and we have actually been together for over 6 months already. I know, I ought to update more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's Australian and the accent is every bit as sexy as I always thought it was. But its much better then just an accent. Its very satisfing to be with someone who loves and excepts my incredible nerdiness. Because I truly am the nerdiest, geekist girl I know. (I have gotten into fights over this, and I always come out on top. No one can beat the awesome strength of my nerd/geek combination!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another change is that I am now in a single room at my residence, and I think I deserve it, what with being 21 and all. That's OLD, I'm intitled to some creature comforts. Anywhooo its given me a little but more independence I think. Because now I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this aloneness, though I often enjoy it, is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone, with the infected toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see about a week or two back I had a nail resection done on both sides of both my big toe nails to correct some hidiously ingrown nails. (They felt, rather then looked hidious, I would like to clarifiy.) Long story short, One side got infected and THAT does indeed look hidious. Also the topical antibiotic I got for it isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPP. Have I metioned my slight hypochondric behavior or my wild imagination? Or my deeply ingrained fear of amputations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF THEY TAKE THE TOE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a rational human and a long time biology student I know this is unlikely. BUT I'M STILL TRIPPIN' BALLS. And I want my mommy. I haven't told her how bad it is cuz i don't want her to worry. ugh. Anyways hopefully the apointment I have on wensday will hook me up with some powerful bactria killers. All I can hope for now is that my toe doesn't fall off or do something equally disturbing until then. (I'm not sure what would be on par with my toe falling off. I think i would be less freaked out if it grew teeth and started attacking passerbys. Actually I would probably egg it on. Anyways...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my hope that this all passes by soon and I can return to my role as an unadulterated shoe-whore. As much as I love my zebra print flip-flops, I'm ready for shoes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is a longish post. But all good things must come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this doesn't count so let me continue: I'm making a new resolve to start cooking proper food more. I eat alot of soup because it\s so easy. So tonight I'm going to make something good. I'm Not sure what, but you had better be inmpressed. Now, I have to pee, so this is the actual end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAIBAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ugh. my chatspeak is awesome but makes me sick. SICK! lolz *vomit*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-6514038310602909475?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6514038310602909475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=6514038310602909475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/6514038310602909475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/6514038310602909475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/09/holaballs-im-baccckkkand-with-class.html' title='Holaballs. I&apos;m baccckkk...and with class! (maybe)'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-8142576539135358056</id><published>2008-11-23T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:57:17.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singledom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriends'/><title type='text'>inhuman</title><content type='html'>I&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;pretty&lt;br /&gt;much&lt;br /&gt;destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told everyone that I was ok. I think that might be a lie. Truth is, I'm so upset, so very upset.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could have prevented this somehow. Maybe I could have, maybe not. I guess it doesn't make a difference at this point.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I always wondered what it was like to be single again, it had been so long since I had been single at all. Ontop of sadness, is this fear, like I don't know what to do with myself, especially around guys. Its like, flirting a bit is ok, but then I just think of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when I'm busy, I'm ok, but as soon as my mind isn't occupied I just crumble. Like right now...I was ok most of the day but I got home from a study group and I saw that he had taken me out of his facebook page. It's sad that in this day and age facebook is involved in this but its true. I just...can't handle all the girls rushing to console him, his mother telling him to call and what is the scarist thing is the &lt;em&gt;relationship status: single.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of feel like a part of person right now...like I can just watch from the sidelines while life does its thing. I know that I have responsibilities, I have school work that I can't ignore, but I want to just drift. And I want a hug. And I want someone's shoulder to cry on, instead of my questionably clean blanket and tissues. I want to talk to my mom but I have nothing to say about it. And I am trying to convince myself that I'm too old to just call my mother and cry over the phone. Kind of expensive anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like being in a pit. Its dark and scary and I know that eventually, someone is going to throw a rope down to me but how long until this proverbial rescue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days?&lt;br /&gt;9 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows. Ihope sooner rather then later but right now I have to distract myself. I need my eyes to go back to their normal state before I can go get dinner. I don't really want my roommates to see how upset I actually am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace folkies. I hope your weekend was better then mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-8142576539135358056?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8142576539135358056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=8142576539135358056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/8142576539135358056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/8142576539135358056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/11/inhuman.html' title='inhuman'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-4244711759151772940</id><published>2008-11-19T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:45:57.304-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slang crisis vests geekness nerd-crack Dragonball Z midterm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm turing back into a twelve year old. No, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I come by this? I've ust noticed that my former loatheing of typing slang (i.e. - U, L8er, &lt;3, Mah etc.) is starting to fail me. UGH. I started USING some of these THINGS that are destrying the english language. (Not like it ever made much sense anyway. Ask any ESL student).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways according to the rate this happens at and my lack of updates, my next post will likely be something along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG sup? Guess Wut? i'm in &lt;3 with Billy!!!!!11!1 LOLZCATZ!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have currently been in the midst of a ...quarter life crisis(?)...well assuming I live to 80. But now it is all figured out. I'm going to be a respiratory therapist. *everyone cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. I've been having an addiction to a new, strong nerd-crack: Dragonball Z.&lt;br /&gt;I know. I know. "But your 20!"&lt;br /&gt;Still the best show in the world. Seriously. Vegeta, You are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has led to finding Chris Sabat and Sonny Strait on youtube. Damn. You guys are awesome, and suddenly voice acting seems like a good career path. Don't worry, I don't have a day-job to quit. (Ask me again in April.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. man. I love being a geek. ALSO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited my sister in Edmonton over the long weekend and went shopping in Canada's largest mall. I finally got a vest. I've been lusting after vests for like a year but could never find a nice one. Ugh. Thank you Le Chatue. (It's not like I needed that 70 bucks for food or anything. heh.) I also got a nice blouse from Rickies because I need it for a formal thinger (hospital tour) tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I may have go over-board on the hospital tour outfit but meh. Every girl needs something classic looking right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripped by Shiny Toy Guns&lt;br /&gt;Deep and Beautiful and stuff. I can't get over this one, I love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. well. I guess i should go. Its nearly 141am and still have like 4.5 chapters to read for my midterm tommorow. (damn you Comp 100, DAMN YOU!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;~K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-4244711759151772940?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4244711759151772940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=4244711759151772940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/4244711759151772940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/4244711759151772940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-im-turing-back-into-twelve-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-5414482934734478825</id><published>2008-09-12T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:51:14.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identity theft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Last One I Promise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SMtiTCaBvMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m84f6Vt3Qw8/s1600-h/creepy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245394270206147778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SMtiTCaBvMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m84f6Vt3Qw8/s320/creepy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found this, and it was disturbing. (Above.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah i cropped this from a blogger page. For some reason it was just creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHOOSE AN IDENTITY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats like all over the internet, but really it makes me think of credit cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways i really do need to sleep soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or play tetris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever happends first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-5414482934734478825?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5414482934734478825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=5414482934734478825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/5414482934734478825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/5414482934734478825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-one-i-promise.html' title='Last One I Promise.'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SMtiTCaBvMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m84f6Vt3Qw8/s72-c/creepy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-8570610374070650866</id><published>2008-09-12T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:25:06.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Holy Shitee.</title><content type='html'>Holy!! Two posts in one day!? Can I have a more EXCITING life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Probably not, but i can always lie!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cooked something tasty, which for me, a typical student, is a big deal. I guess thas why i feel i should tell the world. (Because the entire world read this blog. you should too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you where to see this taste food, you might think "Did that crazy girl with a wok just slay a cat?"&lt;br /&gt;Its true. My new tasty food does in fact look kinda like dead cats and vomit. But it tasted really good. (Really!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ground chicken, peas, BBQ sauce, Soy Sauce, Worchirshire, and spices. Oh. and cheese. Two types in fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a little spicy, mostly due to the fact that i spilled my onion powder in it. It was also prime living conditions for extreme halophiles. (Thats biology-nerd speak for too salty.)&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;i feel frickin creative. i should be an iron chef...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also explored my exteme-o-nerdy side. Because, I, like many other nerds of the world were waiting for the movie Bleach: Diamond Dust Rebellion to be subtitled in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&lt;br /&gt;Was&lt;br /&gt;Glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are like me, (a nerd), go watch this movie. Its great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news i Beat my high score in tetris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;my life is one of overcoming many challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-8570610374070650866?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8570610374070650866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=8570610374070650866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/8570610374070650866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/8570610374070650866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/09/holy-shitee.html' title='Holy Shitee.'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-6852331384969152983</id><published>2008-09-12T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:25:50.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb lame stupid update late LHC rap Large haldon'/><title type='text'>Well i suck.</title><content type='html'>yup. thats right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO now that about 98758765786542 years have passed, shall i update??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...August was an interesting time. I went camping again but this time with my boyfriend and my dad and my two youngest sisters. It was a good time that like before was tainted with me haveing to go to work 5 days a week. (Doesnt the reality of that suck?) I also worked about 14 days with only one day off. not fun. (but the money was. For about a week then it went to school...) Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now its September and ive just finsihed like a week or two of school. Its my third year of a Biology degree. Soooo its been kinda interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. my Chemistry teacher show this to the class this morning, i thought it was hilarerious and tres educational:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j50ZssEojtM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j50ZssEojtM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish everything was this interesting. Im going to make everything a rap.&lt;br /&gt;Minus Microbiology doesnt need it, because im genuinly interested in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways now that im at school, im on my computer ALOT more. So hopefully i wont be a non-updating douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANND its dinner time (whatever the hell i can find in my kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Serenity by Godsmack.&lt;br /&gt;                  -i love this song its just calming and ...i just love it ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buhbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-6852331384969152983?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6852331384969152983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=6852331384969152983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/6852331384969152983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/6852331384969152983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-i-suck.html' title='Well i suck.'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-5051419150761644240</id><published>2008-07-09T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:02:01.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation camping camp outdoors lake beach'/><title type='text'>Camping yo.</title><content type='html'>Well i know it looks like i haven't updated in a century and its true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ...but for good reason. I was on a camping trip. Well sort of. The lake i go to is about 15 mintues out of town so i actually was still going to work but yeah i had no computer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days gone: 10&lt;br /&gt;Number of deer spotted: 3&lt;br /&gt;Number of times it took me to start the fire on my own: 4&lt;br /&gt;Matchs wasted on above attemps: 7&lt;br /&gt;Number of mosquiote bites: ~38&lt;br /&gt;Coolers Drank: 15&lt;br /&gt;Smores Eaten: 3&lt;br /&gt;Thunderstorms weathered: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      So it was an interesting and relaxing ten days despite having to go to work most days. I discovered that knowing how to start a fire 'in theory' doesn't help as much as on might think when starting a fire and that anything below 23.9% deet in a bug spray is a waste of my time. I got destroyed by the bugs if i didn't put on bug spray as was proved when me and a friend of mine set out to walk her dogs around the lake around Six o'clock. (For those of you who don't know this, its primetime for bug attacks.) i got about 15 or 20 bites on one arm/shoulder alone. I know, it sounds terrible but somehow even while i was scratching my arm with abandon, I had a really good time. I think that to really enjoy camping, you have to work fulltime before you go. I have to say that i have a new appreciation. The bottom line: I learned that Shop paper towel should never be used to start fires (the fumes make you gasp for oxygen in ways regular smoke never can,) smores are a wee bit overrated, and that going to the washroom in the middle of the night through the dark forest by yourself isn't (quite) the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;   While camping I had time to do some much loved reading, which leads me to my next topic, a few must reads. The first is a book called A Thousand Splendid Suns. Now i'm  not one for what i call 'reaility reads' (i'm much more of a sci-fi or fantasy girl myself) but i think i lot of people would benifit from reading this book. Its a story about two different girls growing up  in afganistan. It was VERY well written and it really opened my eyes to some issues that i thought hadn't really been much of a problem since the turn of the century. I encourage everyone to rent it from the library to read. The second is an articale or two from the latest issue of Discover magazine. (I think it was the August issuse but i'm unsure.) Anyways, it had an special on the worlds oceans. It was really eye-opening finding out what we have been doing to our oceans. The articales delt with ocean acidifcation and garbage in the worlds oceans that have been collecting into huge patchs due to the oceans own currents. I never knew so much about this before but again its a serious issue that everyone should be informed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Voodoo People (pendulem remix) by Prodigy.&lt;br /&gt;        -funky techno :P Great for driving and doing cardio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its time for dinner (hotdogs) and to watch a few movies i rented before i get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-5051419150761644240?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5051419150761644240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=5051419150761644240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/5051419150761644240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/5051419150761644240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/07/camping-yo.html' title='Camping yo.'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550142818161700411.post-2152057160947151696</id><published>2008-06-24T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:47:35.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction hello hi whatever greetings awesome'/><title type='text'>So it begins...</title><content type='html'>Well, here it is. And let me tell you, it was really inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am offically an internet junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name it and a probably have an account there.&lt;br /&gt;For instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook&lt;br /&gt;Myspace&lt;br /&gt;Devientart&lt;br /&gt;youtube&lt;br /&gt;etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know for a fact that there is more then that, but they lie in more embaressing locations. (let me assure you that isn't anything like sexymennaked.com.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a wee bit about me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a university student, and really most typical. I'm not going to list my interestests for the sole reason that its cheesy and a little uninteresting, but i'll most likely address that at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, ttyl, I have places to be and stuff to do. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~buhbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/550142818161700411-2152057160947151696?l=conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2152057160947151696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=550142818161700411&amp;postID=2152057160947151696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/2152057160947151696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/550142818161700411/posts/default/2152057160947151696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversationswiththevoiceinmyhead.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-it-begins.html' title='So it begins...'/><author><name>Kirsten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18145650517773511434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TuhbXMZrwmU/SSPiPzTigMI/AAAAAAAAABY/wD6RqLIonKE/S220/blue+me..JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
