<?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-10183894</id><updated>2011-11-17T06:46:04.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laurie's Obsession</title><subtitle type='html'>yeah..it's a blog. that's pretty much it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111712784794833881</id><published>2005-05-26T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T16:53:49.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>school's out, bitches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;dude. it's totally been like, 11 days. Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been really sick and studying for / taking exams. They sucked ass. But now they're over!!! And it's officially summer vacation!!! **excitment**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i passed biology. the exam was fairly easy. actually I think I passed all my exams. But I'm not sure abot the photography EOG. Like, what was up with that. That maybe have been the hardest one, except for the world history exam. But I actually got a B on that. Partay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm leaving for camp in the next like two weeks. It is going to rock socks because of the **delicious** food I get to eat for a whole week! Camp Kanata's food is actually already pretty kickass. But since i'm oen of the people that have Celiac disease that go there, they have food specially-made for me a a few other campers that's gluten-free! Isn't that super. It's always sooo f-ing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I also can't wait because a lot of my friends are going. Some are going as campers and some are being cilts this year. Wheee it's all going to be so much fun!!!! AHHHH I CAN'T EVEN WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, calming down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you've noticed or whatev, but I have a webshots photo gallery. it can be viewed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/jezebelscharm-date"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; All the pictures were taken with my confusingly controversial camera. Wheee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry this post sucked. look out for another post about the assload of season finales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;muchas love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Laurie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111712784794833881?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111712784794833881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111712784794833881&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111712784794833881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111712784794833881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/05/schools-out-bitches.html' title='school&apos;s out, bitches!'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111616928219981035</id><published>2005-05-15T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T18:49:25.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Wax and other crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it's been a little crazy with everything..so I'm just gonna try to continue on like normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see House of Wax with Julie and Sam on friday..it was pretty cool. Except it wasn't really that scary, it was just gross. And enough symbolism in the end to make you sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton's was killed, but not before she could give head to a guy and do a strip tease in her Victoria's Secret lingerie. She put up a fight, too. She died with a pole through the head, and was on her knees. I wonder if they did that on purpose..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad Michael Murray was kickass. And super hot, as always. I mean, what do you expect--it's CMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say much more, because it'll give away some of the plot. Just go see it. And just a warning--it is not for the weak of heart. Or for bed-wetters. Cause it gets kind of gross. Ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I tell you? I got my permit on Monday. Hayl yeah. I went driving Saturday with my mom. It was really fun. Except then mom was trying to explain to me why crossing a solid double-yellow line was illegal, which I already perfectly undersdtood, and I was like MOM BE QUIET I'M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE and she was like SHUT UP I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU and I was like I DON'T NEED HELP JUST SUPERVISE AND TELL ME WHERE TO GO and then she was like FINE I'M NEVER LETTING YOU DRIVE WITH ME AGAINA ND YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL WEDNESDAY WHEN DAD COMES HOME and I was like FINE I HATE DRIVING WITH YOU ANYWAYS BECAUSE YOU NEVER SHUT UP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So now I can't drive for another..*looks at watch*.. three days. Which is really annoying. But whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom just walked into the room and was like WHY AREN'T YOU STUDYING FOR EXAMS and i was like I AM I'M JUST TAKING A BREAK and she was like NO YOU'RE NOT YOUR WRITING ABOUT PARIS HILTON and I was like STOP LOOKING AT MY SHIT AND LEAVE ME ALONE I'M ALREADY STRESSED OUT ENOUGH and she was like I WAS JUST LOOKING TO SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING and I was like ITS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS ANYWAYS NOW LEAVE ME ALONE *slams door*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I get so angry with my mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I still love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry about that. The above 2 paragraphs are a little something I like to call "ventage". Do not confuse this with "vintage" because that wouldn't make sense and the words are pretty much irrelavent to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So now I'm all pissed off and still have to study for 6 exams and a test and take a dumbass roll of pictures and have them developed before tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;God, please give me strength to survive the next 8 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then enough strength for the next three months of missing my schoolfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then enough strength for the rest of my highschool career so I can get into college and have a super-awesome life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also thank you for not dismembering my foot yesterday when I dropped a knife on the floor. That was a close one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok that's enough. I have work to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Muchas Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. keep checking the below post ('oh god') for the most updated articles on the recent tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111616928219981035?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111616928219981035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111616928219981035&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111616928219981035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111616928219981035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/05/house-of-wax-and-other-crap.html' title='House of Wax and other crap'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111611363280235230</id><published>2005-05-14T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T18:00:02.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh god</title><content type='html'>original post (in "s)&lt;br /&gt;"oh my god. here's the link. &lt;a href="http://www.wral.com/news/4489422/detail.html"&gt;click this&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;keep checking this specific post for updates. i'll try to keep you informed on what's going on. The following articles are from the WRAL website, which at this point may be the most reliable. For other related articles, click &lt;a href="http://search.msn.com/news/results.aspx?q=adam+sapikowski&amp;amp;FORM=QBNR"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;article 5/ 14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wral.com/news/4489422/detail.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;article 5/15. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wral.com/news/4490560/detail.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;article 5/16. &lt;a href="http://www.wral.com/news/4493215/detail.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; article 5/15. &lt;a href="http://www.wral.com/news/4499691/detail.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111611363280235230?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111611363280235230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111611363280235230&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111611363280235230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111611363280235230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-god.html' title='oh god'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111559570784102150</id><published>2005-05-08T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T18:41:47.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy mother's day, yo</title><content type='html'>it's mother's day. what did &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; do for &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got this super-sweet camera yesterday and I'm totally psyched about it!! It's really little and skinny. It has 5.1 megapixels and a huge screen. It beats the hell out of that gross bulky 2.1 megapixel camera I had that broke, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna bring it to school the next few days, so everyone look beautiful b/c I want pictures of everyone, especially since summer is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me...I'm probably gonna spend half the break at summerschool taking biology again. I'm gonna fail that class, I just know it!! Will someone help me study? Because I'm not gonna pass that exam on my own. I just don't get it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School should die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't beleive we have a full 3-month summer!! How sweet is that? is it not the best thing ev? there better be a lot of parties over the summer. Because this year, there was definatley a lacking. Which sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCKED. *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that's pretty much all that's happened recently. This blog isn't fun anymore. I miss those bitter blog-stalkers. They kept this blog interesting, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I hafta do homework now if I want to pass school and get into college and have a succesful future and win at life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 , Laurie "is hot" Pope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111559570784102150?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111559570784102150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111559570784102150&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111559570784102150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111559570784102150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-mothers-day-yo.html' title='happy mother&apos;s day, yo'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111534564646739279</id><published>2005-05-05T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T13:23:03.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double OC outrage!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT THE CRAP JUST HAPPENED ON THE OC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Trey is a high rapist in need of anger management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kirsten is an alcoholic and got into a car wreck with a truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Seth cheated on Summer on NATIONAL TELEVISION during break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Zack and Seth duked it out for Summer and she turned them both down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Trey says Marissa want to have an affair with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That crackwhore pisses the shit out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Caleb has been stalking Julie and turned down a gormet meal (!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;TI showed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;AND THERE'S ONLY TWO MORE EPISODES LEFT??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you even kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whew. That sure was an exciting double shot of The OC. There isn't a freezie pop's chance in hell that i'll be missing the next episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, who wants to have an OC party on the finale night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll post something better tmrw. I'm still recovering from all the intensity of tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;muchas &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Laurie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;this post was before much more attack. i toned down the colors and some of the font sizes. i guess i was still in shock of the night's events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111534564646739279?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111534564646739279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111534564646739279&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111534564646739279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111534564646739279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/05/double-oc-outrage.html' title='Double OC outrage!!!!'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111474351824657046</id><published>2005-04-28T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:58:38.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>donde esta The OC?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I turn on my TV at 8 and WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Definatley not The OC, that's for sher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But don't worry, a new ep is on next week. You're forgiven, Mr. Bush, for taking the OC's spot for tonight. But it better have been important to replace America's favorite TV show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I did a dumbass thing today. I don't even know how it happened. But, like, I didn't take my ADD medication this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT WAIT! It gets worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead, I took fucking sleeping medication. Like, who even does that? Me, apparently. Good call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I got sent to the tardy room this mornign and I was asleep the whole time and I was like I CAN'T EVEN WALK TO SECOND PERIOD. I didn't want to go home because I wanted to piss off Mr. Johnson by sleeping in class. But actually, I just ate the whole time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I ended up having a super-awesome day, thanks for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(--South Park)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah that's pretty much it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah how did the senior prank at DA go? I heard about it. Something with busses? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The senior prank this year like wasn't even good. Some of the seniors parked the bus in the middle of the field and locked up the junior parking lot. Which was actually kind of hilarious. But whatever. Class of '08 senior prank is gonna kick some ass. Major. Ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If only I could think of something that would kick ass. (Major. Ass.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well...bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111474351824657046?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111474351824657046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111474351824657046&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111474351824657046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111474351824657046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/04/donde-esta-oc.html' title='donde esta The OC?'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111465383075847405</id><published>2005-04-27T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:18:48.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm writing this while i'm angry and i'm venting and i'll prolly delete this post later when i've calmed down so read it fast.</title><content type='html'>this post is in response to this posts and the many others like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"...yeah your whole weed story was def wrong we learned that here At DA &lt;strong&gt;a teacher explained it&lt;/strong&gt; to us SURPRISE SURPRISE because &lt;strong&gt;youde think no people at DA would know&lt;/strong&gt; what drugs you know b/c we are&lt;strong&gt; sooo sheltered&lt;/strong&gt; and all..SIKE we know just as much as anyother ppl do and &lt;strong&gt;we prolly do 4 times as much crap&lt;/strong&gt; here b/c &lt;strong&gt;the kids can pay for it with credit cards&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--anon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the rest of the comment, but it &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to be said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all anyone ever friggin' talks about is how things are even worse at DA because "everyone can afford the drugs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, guess what guys! people steal. i've had 70 fucking bucks stolen from me at school this year and i KNOW it was spent on drugs. people find ways to get drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many kids in the middle school at DA smoke weed? maybe a few 8th graders? guess what. i've seen little 6th graders smoke weed. how many 6th graders at DA have smoked weed? yeah, that's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school. I wanted to leave my purse on the table and walk away. arielle was like are you fucking crazy. you know how everyone at da leaves their backpacks and books in front of their lockers? You can't &lt;em&gt;DO&lt;/em&gt; that. Because you're stuff WILL get taken and you WON"T ever see it again, and that's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when people say 'sheltered' when reffering to DA, people rear up and assume they're talking about drugs and alcohol. there's other problems at public schools that most people at DA will never have to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've known 2 people so far this year who have had abortions. i'm not saying it can't happen at DA, which I'm sure it has, but it's def more common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many parents at DA beat their kids, do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many kids at DA have to work not just for themselves but to support their familes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when someone says "free lunch," you might think it means that you're free to roam around campus for lunch, like what we had in middle school. but it's actually referring to the school providing the lunch for kids who can't afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times do you leave from school to find cop cars parked all over the driveway because there was a threat of a gang fight? or parked at the crosswalk with a dog, sniffing for drugs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying these things can't happen at DA. i'm sure they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe you all really are a little more sheltered than you claim to be. i was surprised, too. when i first came to DSA i said the exact things you were saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are wrong. i was wrong, too, but i got over it and accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now maybe you need to stop being so closed minded. wake up and smell the coffee, buddy. &lt;strong&gt;you're living in a whole different world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111465383075847405?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111465383075847405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111465383075847405&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111465383075847405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111465383075847405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-writing-this-while-im-angry-and-im.html' title='i&apos;m writing this while i&apos;m angry and i&apos;m venting and i&apos;ll prolly delete this post later when i&apos;ve calmed down so read it fast.'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111422815281837481</id><published>2005-04-23T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T20:40:46.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices in my head, Britney Spears, The Simple Life, and other Popes besides Me.</title><content type='html'>dammit. still no permit. who knew you had to get a certificate or driving eligibility from your school. I have to wait until monday to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wake up this morning to the screeching voice of my little sister announcing "LAURIE MOM SAYS YOU NEED TO GET UP RIGHT NOW" at a ridicuously loud volume. We just had this new security system installed in our house and it comes with an intercom which was installed conveniently in between me and my sister's rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now every like five seconds my little sister is finding some excuse to talk into it. I was peacfully doing laundry across the hall when the screechig voice came over the system again, yelling "CAN ANYONE HEAR ME!!!!" and it scared the shit out of me. She didn't even need anything she was like "I JUST WANTED TO SEE IF IT WAS WORKING!!" And I was like elizabeth, shut up and stop using the intercom for dumb reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsflash!! BUt not really b/c this news has been known for like 2 weeks. BUt Britney Spears is pregnant. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess who she's asking for pregnancy advice--Madonna! Mm..good call. There's also a chance that Madonna is gonna be the godmother of the child. Imagine having to be the one to explain to the kid why his mom and stepmom made out on stage. Eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie refuse to do another season of The Simple LIfe together. DOn't know why. But apparently, they hate each other's guts and never want to see one another again. Good luck with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and there's a new Pope. Go Benedict the XVI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I didn't see Benedicts 1-15, will i understand the 16th?"&lt;br /&gt;--the modern humorist, best week ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they showed pictures and video clips of the new pope to the music of "big poppa." Appropriate? Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all the info I have to enlighten you with for now, even though you already knew most of it. My next post will be on more crap. But I'm starving right now and have to go rummage through the room that hardly qualifies as a kitchen, seeing as it contains little or no decent food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Laurie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111422815281837481?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111422815281837481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111422815281837481&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111422815281837481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111422815281837481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/04/voices-in-my-head-britney-spears.html' title='Voices in my head, Britney Spears, The Simple Life, and other Popes besides Me.'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111404032860426468</id><published>2005-04-20T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T22:43:54.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 420 day</title><content type='html'>hi this post sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, happy 420/weed day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me offer an explination for those who are naive to this greatly overlooked holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a cop says "we have a 420" it pretty much means "theres some crazyass kid smoking weed over here". since it's april the 20th (4/20) we celebrate that day by smoking weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, that's the explination i heard. i don't know if it's actually true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reguardless, happy 420. party hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111404032860426468?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111404032860426468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111404032860426468&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111404032860426468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111404032860426468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-420-day.html' title='happy 420 day'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111367271360435542</id><published>2005-04-17T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T22:33:48.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DA Movie Night, Fire, Applechill</title><content type='html'>friday was pretty fun. better than last friday, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I did my last 2 hours with the driving instructor. We went on the interstate and that was pretty awesome. So I got my certificate and I'm all set to go get my permit on Monday, given I don't fail the written test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chillaxing about a little, I headed to DA for The Ultimate Movie Night. Also titled "If I Ever See Monty Python and the Holy Grail Again I will Shoot Myself in the Face" Night. Sam, Julie, Gabby, and Willet were there as well as other cool people like John Lindsay &amp;amp; Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the movie a little bit and pointed out every single hilarious thing we saw, because you have to see it more than five times to pick up all the hilariousness you miss the first four times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quicly bored and walked aorund campus for a little while. Some spanish guy kept calling Sam's phone and was like "yooo-hoooo!" and so I was talkign to him in Spanish and it was really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty much Friday in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I didn't do jackshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, me and Arielle headed to Applechill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty awesome except we had to walk more than a mile to get there because her mom had to rush to her book club thing so she dumped us off a mile or so away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got there we chilled for a little while and ran into clare, rachael, gracie, and christin, and sum other people i didn't know. Then I saw Molly and Ana and I was like yay!! DA peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, drove some, blah. That's pretty much it. I really wanna go back to Franklin Street next weekend or something. Who's with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Laurie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111367271360435542?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111367271360435542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111367271360435542&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111367271360435542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111367271360435542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/04/da-movie-night-fire-applechill.html' title='DA Movie Night, Fire, Applechill'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111352626579602708</id><published>2005-04-14T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T19:51:05.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Write-ups, Sean May, other crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok so Ms. Hampton, the photography teacher, wrote me up Wednesday for drawing on her board. On the pink paper it was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"SHE WAS DRAWING OVER MY LESSON AND I TOLD HER TO ERASE IT AND I CAME BACK LATER AND SHE HAD DRAWN OVER IT AGIAIN AND THEN LIED ABOUT IT!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When really I was just doodling on a blank space on her board (I was drawing a picture of trevor w/ his hair on fire--funny shit) and she was like erase it and i was like um ok. Then later i was absent mindedly drawing on her board again and walked away and she was like LAURIE WAS THIS YOU and I was like no...yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why would I lie about that?? It was the exact same picture that I drew before...why would I deny that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's like PMSing on everyone lately..she wrote some girl up for using all the soap in her soap dispenser. Yeah, really. What a spaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I have ASD for an hour on Wednesday. Wheee. Can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to the OUtback for dinner on Thursday. While we were waiting for that buzzy-lighty thing to go off we went to Bed Bath &amp; Beyond. They had these new Duke Moshi-like pillows and I was just walking around with it. Then, amongst the wide selection of toilet seats and plungers, I saw &lt;strong&gt;Marvin Williams. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But wait, there's more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When seated (finally), casually dining at the table across from us was &lt;strong&gt;Sean May&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is this? A conspiracy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So that was pretty cool, even tho I'm a Duke Fan. I'm glad UNC won the NCAA. I mean, you hafta go for the ACC team. Be reasonable, Duke fans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After that game, I went outside to listen. There was like firework going off and people were screaming and they were like WOOOOO! And stuff. Crazy UNC fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that's pretty much it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have a really special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111352626579602708?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111352626579602708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111352626579602708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111352626579602708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111352626579602708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/04/write-ups-sean-may-other-crap.html' title='Write-ups, Sean May, other crap'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111318939665538964</id><published>2005-04-11T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:24:52.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beebodweebo: yea i check it like every hour to see if you've updated it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hollerrrr. I'm back. Don't worry, I didn't die!! I just had better things to do. Haha just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;heads up: this is probably the longest post ever. it took me like 3 days to friggin' write it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why did a crapload of people go to my blog on Sunday? I had like 5498736 visitors even though I haven't updated in forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, if it's because of the thing on my AIM profile, there is no britney spears sex tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ALso the other reason is the crappy server is kind of screwed and everytime I make a post it's like SORRY SUCK MY DICK and deletes everything I write. Loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we'll start with last wednesday, when the Mr. Johnson crisis started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you go to DSA, you know how much everyone/me hates Mr. Johnson because he is a fucking fag. And I hate him. And yes I know that I said me instead of I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, last wednesday I started being SO annoying in class to him. Then he said something rude about Arielle and her mother and I was like yeah that's a pretty good excuse to annoy the crap out of him. So I did. The last straw was when I explained the difference between "stake" and "steak" to Channelle. He was like, LAURIE GO OUTSIDE UNTIL I COME OUT TO TALK TO YOU and I was like whatever motherfucker. On my way out I turned around and while he wasn't looking accidentally ruubbed my eye with my middle finger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So after waiting for like 10 minutes outside trying to figure out the combonation to someone's lock (how do they hear the lock work in movies? I couldn't figure it out) and he walked out. I had my ear to a lock and was like UH right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So he gave me this like 10 minute speech like Hfjdhsghahf YOU'RE NOT THE TEACHER SO STOP TRYING TO BE I'M RETARDED HJHFhgjkshag. I added the retarded part for fun. Whee. I was like whatever ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day he pulls me aside and informs me that Juju's interrpretor Ms. Crutchfield told Mr. Johnson about my flicking him off in class. He was like ghjhsgh I'M CALLING YOUR PARENTS!!! kfjdsaj and he even had the nerve to ask for my Dad's work phone number, which I conveniently forgot. He's like obsessed with my dad. Ever since he came in once for a conference or something Mr. Johnson has the hots for my dad probabaly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So after a super-wet bus ride, I went home and told my Dad right away what happened and he was cool with it. He was just like make sure it doesn't happen again and write him an apology. I was like sure whatev. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He never even fucking called. Wuss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I did write him a little letter. It took multiple drafts, let me tell you that. I saved them because I thought it would be good blog material. Let me uncrumple a few...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Mr. Johnson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm very sorry...[traditional suck-up apology letter]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-Laurie Pope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p.s. DIE!!!! [picture of him and his new womanly aftro dead]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dear Mr. Johnson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[blahblahblah] THIS SUCKS i hate writing letters!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dear Mr. Johnson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I apologize for my behavior in class on Wednesday and for the bad handwriting in this letter. I just realized I haven't written in cursive since 5th grade when Mrs. Munson made us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dear Mr. Johnson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;[blah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;-Laurie Pope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;p.s. is difrenting a word? maybe? I don't know. I think so. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dear Mr. JOhnson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;sorry...[blah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Laurie. ps. i hate you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;GOD I SUCK AT CURSIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. I don't think that's all of them, but whatever. That was the most difficult letter I've had to write in a while, besides the one in 7th grade I wrote to Mr. Mac saying I used SparkNotes.com for my summaries. The one about the indian and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lucky for me, I typed in his address wrong and he never got it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, it's not MY fault Mr. Mac's adress was difficult to spell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I wrote a nice letter and my dad signed it and i threw it on his desk when he wasn't looking. It was pretty super. I hope he got it because I forgot what it said and I didn't make a copy because after all WHY would I care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like in driver's ed when they made us sign that 'i promise not to drive drunk' contract my mom signed it and was like OH MY GOD WE HAVE TO MAKE 10000 COPIES OF IT. I wasn't planning on signing it but she made me because she made like a jillion copies. I spelled my name wrong, just in case. Actually I usually spell my name wrong when I write my signature. Like I leave out the i and dot the e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I'm cool like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In other news, UNC won. Good job guys! I was actually going for UNC because a) i'm tired of fighting with them and b) I wanted an ACC team to win. Don't all you DUke fans be like WHAT THE CRAP TRAITOR. After all, they DID win. Even though Illinois had an awesome season and probably deserved to win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well Blockbuster has another thing that I'll investigate for y'all when I have time. Dude my 2nd post on this blog about the end of late fees was the shit. I got like 100 hits that first day, man. It was some crazy shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If y'all wanna suggest stuff you want me to talk about or if you wanna know something like "are there REALLY no more late fees?" or something let me know and I'll consider it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sooooo this weekend was a WASTE of TIME. I haven't done JACKSHIT. Just sat around and stuff. BORING. I was planning on partying saturday and seeing a movie on sunday, but things happen and life laughs at you and points at you and says ha what a loser. Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, on the day of April 11th, 2005, my 6 hours of driving will start. AH. Actually Daddy took me driving in a parking lor this weekend and it was really fun. But Sunday when I was practicing backing out and pulling into the drivway (WAY harder than it looks) I wasn't doing as good. I hope we don't have to park anywhere. Actually my parking jobs aren't terrible. I'm always in between the lines..never mind how many. IT's okay to strattle two spaces, right? Ha. Right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday I was SO nervous but I think I'm gonna be okay. Actually by the time I post this it'll prolly be over with. See I'm writing this SUnday night at the request of Hilary. SO I keep having to refer to today as Sunday and tomorrow as Tuesday and it's all confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm coo wit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I made this super-sad picture for photography today. It can be veiwed &lt;a href="http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/big/final4.jpg"&gt;HERRE&lt;/a&gt;. Please enjoy. It took me like 3 f-ing hours so you BETTER look at it. I'm also considering scanning some of my practice letters to Mr. J because some of them I think are really funny. Especially the illustrated ones!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE A PARTY RIGHT NOW. I've been so party-deprived. My partying-quota has been WAY under lately. So if you go to DSA, you better have a party soon. And if you go to DA, make sure the school doesn't know about it and friggin' invite me because it's not a party w/o me there. Plus maybe I can make some of the public school kids like you if you have good weed there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;God this is the longest post ever. But you deserve it! Thanks to those of you who religiously read my blog because you rock, whoever you are. I know you thrive off every detail of my life. You actually adore and worship me. You have a sculpture of me made of Starburst in the back of your closet. I know it's there; I've seen it. I see everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay weirding myself out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi. Okay it's Monday afternoon (I write most of my posts over the ocurse of a day or two) and I'm back from my first 2 or 6 driving hours!! It was kind of fun, and I didn't die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I did pretty well. I have problems with turning and speed, though. it's f-ing difficult to maintain the speed limit and drive at the same time. HOW do you people do it GOSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This one time I like panicked and my instinct was to press on the brake, right? But my foot was mistakenly still on the gas and so I was actually went faster. it was like WOAH what is going on. But it's cool. I lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do my next two hours on wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So. DSA's water is contaminated. That's ghetto we can't even drink our own water. Down my the photography room, you know that disgusting bathroom? Well me and arielle turned the sink on and it was fucking YELLOW. It was SO nast!! And the waterfountain..the water was all cloudy and white, like the water in the back of Mr. Mac's room!! EW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay well I guess that pretty much raps it up. Have a super day. I'll post again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lotsa Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(and god bless you for reading this far)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111318939665538964?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111318939665538964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111318939665538964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111318939665538964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111318939665538964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/04/beebodweebo-yea-i-check-it-like-every.html' title='beebodweebo: yea i check it like every hour to see if you&apos;ve updated it'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111240555982281971</id><published>2005-04-01T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T21:09:55.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driver's Ed &amp; the Incredible Hotwheels Cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finished my 30 hours of Driver's Ed today&lt;/strong&gt;. Hollerrrrr. Now all I have to do is drive for 6 hours (starting the 11th) and I can get my permit on the 15th!! Heck yes. I'm pumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our driver's ed class was kickass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a bunch of the girls bought our instructor, Mr. Clark, brocolli (they couldn't afford flowers). Two stalks for the price of one! What a buy. Hahaha. Then they bought some ribbon and wrapped the brocolli up in it. Then they got this card and it had a woman's body in a leather bikini, or something, and it said 'why do men like women in leather?' and the inside said 'because they smell like a new car!'. Ha. And also, two balloons, all from Harris Teeter (just across the street). Th balloons were so little and cheap. They were free so what do you expect. They had "Harry the Happy Dragon!" on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY we bought him a whole &lt;strong&gt;cake&lt;/strong&gt;!! During lunch (after rudfuckers), we bought a cookie cake and black and yellow icing, and drew a black road w/ yellow lines. Then we bought some little hotwheels cars. One of them was like a race car and the other was this is awesome car with wheels &amp;amp; rims half the size of the car ("&lt;strong&gt;yo, mr. clark, check out the rims on this sweet ride&lt;/strong&gt;"). It was awesome. And also some tic tacs b/c we noticed he was running out. And also we got him two new balloons. We got an extra for Tony because he told us he wanted one. He and "Harry" were chillin' for the rest of the day until Arthur took it outside and let go of it. Damn the helium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we bought and decorated the cookie cake and popped the popcorn we gave it to him and he seemed kind of weirded out by it. I think Mr. Clark thought we were making fun of him somehow? Idk why. We love* Mr. Clark!!!! But when we gave him the Tic Tacs he was like "now THESE i can use!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were eating the cake and popcorn, we watched the Blair Witch project/Men in Black. He wouldn't let us finish the Blair WItch Project because every other word was fuck or shit. We didn't care but he did. O well. I mean, we were watching movies in driver's ed class!!! But then again we all pretty much aced our final driver exams (i got a &lt;strong&gt;100&lt;/strong&gt;, sweeet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was very sad saying goodbye&lt;/strong&gt; to all my newfound Driver's Ed friends but we're planning a reunion. And also Chelsea brought her camera today, so I'll try and get the pix from her and let you see some. There's a &lt;strong&gt;hilarious one&lt;/strong&gt; of Tony and the 'Harry the Happy Dragon' balloon we got him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;Shoutout to Chelsea, Lauren, Alex, Laura, Jessica, Sloan, and anyone else awesome spending their spring break in school!!! &lt;strong&gt;Much love&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Laurie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*debatable by some&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111240555982281971?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111240555982281971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111240555982281971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111240555982281971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111240555982281971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/04/drivers-ed-incredible-hotwheels-cake.html' title='Driver&apos;s Ed &amp; the Incredible Hotwheels Cake!'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111213641689812858</id><published>2005-03-29T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T17:46:56.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you drive, you WILL die."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--ron clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;driver's ed teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hell yeah! I got into the spring break driver's ed class. I'm gonna get my permit before some people that took driver's ed at DSA in January. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunatley, this means I can't chill with my DA peeps during the school day :( . I was hoping to spend some time there because sometimes I miss it so much. But it usually just makes me sad because I wish I was there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, who cares. I'm gonna be eligable for my permit April 15th! Hell yes. I should have taken driver's ed at bryant a long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though I'm spending my entire spring break working and waking up at seven in the morning, it's kind of fun. We get to go across the street at lunch and eat at Bruegger's, Randy's, Quiznos, WIng stop, or FUddruckers. I hope we go to Fuddruckers because I can't eat bagels, pizza, or subs. And Laura said WIng Stop takes forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah I have a pretty good class. Laura Reedy (currently at riverside) and Sloan Thompson (currently at jordan) are in my class so it's cool getting to chill with some of my old friends from DA. Also Tony is in my class and three other ppl from DSA that I didn't previously know or recognize, but they're pretty cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And also! Something cool/weird happened: Mark Jacobson was at Breuggers! I saw him out of the corner of my eye and I was like I know him from somewhere...then I got the urge to yell really loud MARK JACOBSON? HERE?!?!?! but I didn't because he looked like he was in a bad mood and also it may have been awkward afterwords. I was like let's get an autograph! After all he IS on TV. Laura got 2 pictures of him on her cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, speaking of famous people, my little sister met J. J. Reddick!!! We were giving our cousin from ALabama a tour of Duke campus but me and my cousin carlton wanted to stay home and watch "rings" so we didn't go. And also we didn't feel like being crammed into a 7-person car with 8 people. My mom was like GHFDB WE CAN ALL FITJNHF DGS. I was like mom, ur stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They got a picture with him, maybe if I care enough I'll post it on here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, that's all the news for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Laurie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111213641689812858?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111213641689812858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111213641689812858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111213641689812858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111213641689812858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-you-drive-you-will-die.html' title='&quot;If you drive, you WILL die.&quot;'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111187322249392544</id><published>2005-03-26T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T16:46:04.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring &amp; The Ring Two..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie, Sam and I took like 15 hours making a plan for Friday. But we got it worked out. Anywayz.. I bought The Ring (and also Rings--whatev that is) on DVD and brought it over to Sam's house to watch on her like probably 300-inch big-screen TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty creepy. It wasn't anything like HOLY SHIT THATS ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING except for the people's faces after they died. They're like all retarded and screwed up. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie kept jumping out of her skin every time there was a loud noise in the movie. Like you know where there are like scene transitions and you hear a door slamming and then it changes to the next scene where she has just shut the door, or whatever? Julie kept like screaming whenever that happened. Sam and I were like chillax, jules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, after we saw the Ring and debated for about five minutes who was going to get up and turn the lights on, we were like ok let's go to Southpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and chilled around the mall for a little bit, catching bits of the Duke, UNC, and NC State games. We were eating Chic-fil-a, or howev you spell it, and then Rachael and Clare walked up and I was like oh hi! Then we looked behind us and there was like a hoard of guys from DA. Actually just 4. But anyways. Grant, Sam Schwartz (???), Chris Bassil, and..who was the other person? Oh yeah Ryan O'Conner. Anyways we were like..ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to the movie and we were so loud. Then Willet's mom called sam's phone and sam was like ANSWER IT and so I was like OK? And she didn't know we were in a movie so I was like whispering to her. And I don't even know Willet like at all except I said I was Sam and I was like uh..can I call you back? She prolly thot we were soo weird. I felt really bad about that. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was pretty scary. Some people were like THAT SUCKED. some peeps were like THAT WASN'T AS SCARY AS THE FIRST ONE and others were like IT WAS SCARIER. I saw both of them like an hour apart so the first one and the second one kinda blended together..but it was creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see it. I won't tell you what happens. And I'm not going to give you a hint because I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING MOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the movie ended and we got kicked out of the theater by a cop, we were forced to chill outside and wait for Sam's dad. Then I saw some guy's phone number written on the sidewalk and we had nothing better to do so I was like let's call it! So we did and it turned out to be some 26-year-old real estate agent. We were like OK that sucks. Then he told us the score of the Duke game and it REALLY sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Duke..we knew you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we went home and at like 3 we finally went to bed and then sam was like SHUT THE DOOR BEFORE SAMARA COMES IN and I was like YOU SHUT IT and then she threw a teddy bear that was totally not mine i swear and i was like go get it! and this story isn't really going anywhere. But I'll just tell you that JUlie shut the door and I got the generic not-belonging-to-me bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well that's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more about Duke later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Juju shut up, I know I owe you five bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i hate leaving ps's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111187322249392544?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111187322249392544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111187322249392544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111187322249392544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111187322249392544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/03/ring-ring-two.html' title='The Ring &amp; The Ring Two..'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111170970256998641</id><published>2005-03-24T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:00:21.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i wore a DA shirt on DSA school spirit day</title><content type='html'>i really did. everyone was decked out in blue and stuff and there i was wearing a "&lt;strong&gt;durham academy class of 2008&lt;/strong&gt;" shirt i got in kindergarten or something. i thought it was funny; juju sad I don't have school spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have shool spirit! Just not DSA school spirit. I'm a &lt;strong&gt;loyal cavalier&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;strong&gt;it's spring break&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm actually not that excited about it considering i'm not doing anything, besides MAYBE taking driver's ed at Bryant. The class is full but mom is gonna try and get me in by going down there. But, what is this? She forgot two days in a row? Shit. I'll never get to take driver's ed. I told her that if she didn't get me into that fucking class that I would be FORCED to take it at school, which has probably the worst driver's education system in just about..ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get in that class, I'll be chillin' at DA for a few days. Yay! Every time I go there it makes me all sad b/c I wish I was back there. But I really do like DSA...I think public school, socially-wise anyways, kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neil&lt;/strong&gt;: da dances suck. i went to the end-of-the-school year one. people there can't dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: yeah they do. the semi-formal was better than all of the DA dances combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stephen&lt;/strong&gt;: are you kidding?! the semi-formal was the worst school function ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of that is true. especially what neil said. oh that reminds me &lt;strong&gt;Melina did awesome at the pep rally&lt;/strong&gt; today!! I wish I could dance like that. Because I'm from DA and also I'm white. (i'm a barbie..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, the school doesn't control the parties we have. I still don't get how DA does that. At Saul's party, I talked to will bejan and I was like yeah, public school beats the hell out of private school. will was like, yeah it does. also i saw grant there. i don't think i'd talked to him since, like, 8th grade study hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the difference in culture at DSA. Like, at DA, if I made a Napoleon Dynamite reference in class, most people would get it, right? At DSA--in a class of 30 or so--3 white people would get it. The black people would look at me like I was some kind of freak because I just said something unusual with a deep voice and my eyes closed, in the general direction of the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, who cares. I have to go look all sad and frustrated at my mom to make sure she gets me in that class next week. And then I hafta work out plans with ma DA homies about The Ring 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laterrr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~Laurie~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. congrats to greg for signing w/ the airforce today!!!! and also thanks for the cake!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111170970256998641?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111170970256998641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111170970256998641&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111170970256998641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111170970256998641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-wore-da-shirt-on-dsa-school-spirit.html' title='i wore a DA shirt on DSA school spirit day'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111129362699428878</id><published>2005-03-20T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:41:12.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saul's</title><content type='html'>So Saul's party was pretty chill. The upperclassmen were like 'that party sucked' but most of the freshman had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got the music going and crap I guess people were wanting something to happen because someone was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in high-pitched voice* "ooh! cops!!" and then everyone wa slike "shit, cops!" and then people were like "they're arn't any cops.." so yeah. what's up with that, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Reveiw the party:&lt;br /&gt;Someone pissed in the closet&lt;br /&gt;Someone was thrown into the pool&lt;br /&gt;Someone stole a DVD player&lt;br /&gt;Someone *COUGH* ordered porn on the TV&lt;br /&gt;Someone *ALSO COUGH* broke his clock&lt;br /&gt;Tony fell down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Christian, when bored, was playing and singing on the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wake lost :( I really wanted them to win! During the overtime a bunch of people were watching the game and half of us were going for wake and the other half wasn't. it was awesome because some of the UNC fans and I (a loyal Duke fan) were finally on the same side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what was with the lack of.."refreshments"? There wasn't like any until around 10 when someone wentout and bought 'em or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well I have a huge history test tomorrow i hafta study for...so bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111129362699428878?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111129362699428878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111129362699428878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111129362699428878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111129362699428878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/03/sauls.html' title='Saul&apos;s'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111077282481948714</id><published>2005-03-18T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T23:27:45.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"i know people who ate sandwiches and got really thin but you don't see them on tv with their shirt off"</title><content type='html'>--some bowflex guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of posts. I've been all busy and stuff lately. And I've been doing my homework and stuff. Oh and also I spent like all weekend (slash just sunday) playing The Sims 2 b/c I'm officially the biggest (but possibly most awesomest) loser in the world (just kidding?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i wrote that part of the post on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so my mom and my lil sis are on my dream vacation in florida...swimming with dolphins, snorkeling, scuba diving, parasailing in some of the nicest weather in the country...yeah. they come back saturday. they better have brought me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what sucks about being at a different school than your whole family and all your friends is that the holidays are different. so right now julie, gabby, and other people are on my other dream vacation in europe having a grand old time and sam is in colorado. actually i'm glad i'm not there because (a) i hate the cold and (b) i can't ski. And anyone else at DA that matters is probably at the beach or some other awesome place. Then all the cool people in my family are gone, except my sister MK, but she's spent pretty much the whole time being sick and watching like 476 seasons of Sex and the City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that's not an awesome show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For those of you who are retarded, that means that yes it's awesome) (don't worry i had to say it backwards too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yeah. so i've been watching movies on demand and painting my nails, which is like a sin in my book because I'm physically unable to do so succesfully and refuse to have ANYONE paint my nails other than a professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm so high mateneince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what do you care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martha Stewart&lt;/strong&gt; is out of jail! Good job, Martha, you made it. Apparently her stock is going way up. Dammit I'm out of tootsie rolls again. Please hold. Ok. Back. ANyways about Martha...oh yeah she has to have a tracking device to make sure she doesn't leave the premises or whatever. I should totally invest in the stock market. I'm too blonde to figure it out, though. Actualyl I don't even care that much. As long as I get my $25 a week I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so pretty much this post &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; suck. I promise there will actually be one worth reading soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as something interesting happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's something: The Ring Two came out today!! I didn't even the the first one because two yearsago I was scared of everything. Hell when I was five I set a trap for my own Halloween mask. I'm not even kidding. I thought it came alive at night. It was creeeeepy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um..oh right. I just watched the Stepford Wives and it's pretty much the worst movie ever. Actually not true. "The New Guy" is still #1 for the Worst Movie Ever. After all these years. Oh Scary Movie 3 was terrible. But it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to leave now...before this post get any less bad than it already is. Wait. I think I said that wrong. Anyways who cares. Backstreet Boys is playing somewhere in the background and NOT from my own speaker sitting on my computer desk really loudly. I swear*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I promise I am not not not not not not not not listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, firgure that one out^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111077282481948714?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111077282481948714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111077282481948714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111077282481948714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111077282481948714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-know-people-who-ate-sandwiches-and.html' title='&quot;i know people who ate sandwiches and got really thin but you don&apos;t see them on tv with their shirt off&quot;'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111049774280770708</id><published>2005-03-11T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T13:05:47.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday was a pretty weird day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Ms. Scott was somewhat nice in class and told us that she was in a really good mood last night and added 10 points to all of our tests. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in photography we just played hangman the whole time with words like "hooker" "ho" weed" "bitch ass" and "antidisestablishmentarianism." That was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were fixing the surrveilance camera outside the door in the hall way and Trevor was like, "Yeah, they need to fix those things. I took a hit in front of one of those cameras and nothing happened." Just like Trevor. One day i'm gonna do a post about all the stuff he says..he's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, the day gets weirder. This was probably the peak of my weird day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So were in 4th pd. biology towards the end, right? We were all minding our own business packing up and stuff. When suddenly I saw Adam, a peculiar guy two seats away from me, spin around really fast. I turned, saw an object hit the trash can, and heard a really loud &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had happened was, Arielle always gives this Adam kid a hard time in class because of his oddity. She had been asking him to stop making alien noises all day and had then said it in an insulting or rude or something way, and right then adam just snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hurled a huge-ass 900-page biology book at Arielle with impressive speed. He was standing right next to me when he threw it at her, and could have easily hit me had he been much closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 20-pound book soared through the air, whizzed only inches above unknowing Quilla's head, and apparently cut Arielle's lip before hitting the trashcan in the back of the room, which probably exploded. I didn't see because I was so shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dead silent for a few seconds, the silence broken by a scared shitless Quilla yelling "OH MY GOD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know Star Trekkie Adam was capable of such damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mitchell took Adam, Arielle, and Abby (who was somewhat but not really involved at all) outside. Everyone freaked out for a minute before Adam stormed back in the classroom, shoving everyone out of his way, retreived his backpack (rolling, mind you, over my feet), and stomped out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bell rang, Arielle was still apparently shocked, too, because she still looked like "what the fuck?" and then people were like "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HIM????!!" which I thought was unfair considering she had had a jillion-pound book hurled at her only minutes before. I mean he really could've hurt someone. Like if Quilla's head had been much higher she could've ended up in the hospital or something. Or maybe her whole head would have exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out for a few minutes in 5th period but was easily distracted by teaching Tim to say "bullshit" in sign language. Ha. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then, I was expecting to have my first driver's ed class today, and i would almost positively be in the class b/c i was like the 12th person to sign up. So we were just chillin' about for a half-hour or so when Ms. Jones was like 'yeah, the driver's ed teacher hasn't come yet. if he's not here in 5 mins, go home.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty much Thursday in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111049774280770708?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111049774280770708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111049774280770708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111049774280770708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111049774280770708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/03/thursday-was-pretty-weird-day.html' title=''/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111042379269769947</id><published>2005-03-09T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T17:51:56.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i got soooo taped this weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So. The Chorus concert. We sucked. We like totally didn't know the words to this song in French. I knew we wouldn't be able to do it. Oh well who even cares? Not I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Said the cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG what is wrong with summa the teachers at DSA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. Scott must be going through like menopause or something. I mean, calling the cops on someone who we are going to refer to as "That Girl" was pretty justified because That Girl acts like a fucking asshole. Oh for those of you that weren't there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That Girl pisses off all her teachers every day. She's annoying, argumentative, arrogant, and any other word that starts with an a except "attractive". Ugh. Anyways, she was being retarded and Mrs. Scott was like, "That Girl, do you want me to call and have a cop escort you to the office?" and she was like "Yes." and then Mrs. Scott pressed the "In Case a Gang Fight Breaks Out in the Middle of Class" button--also sometimes reffered to as the "Trevor Was Smoking Weed in Class Again" button. Yeah so a cop came and took her away. Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111042379269769947?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111042379269769947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111042379269769947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111042379269769947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111042379269769947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-got-soooo-taped-this-weekend.html' title='i got soooo taped this weekend'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111032577425235484</id><published>2005-03-08T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T18:49:34.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will make you brooches...</title><content type='html'>...and toys for your delight&lt;br /&gt;of birdsong at morning&lt;br /&gt;and starshine at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will make a palace&lt;br /&gt;fit for you and me&lt;br /&gt;of green days in forests&lt;br /&gt;and blue days at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this shall be for music&lt;br /&gt;when no one else is near&lt;br /&gt;the fine song for singing,&lt;br /&gt;the rare song to hear&lt;br /&gt;that only I remember,&lt;br /&gt;that only you admire&lt;br /&gt;of the broad road before us&lt;br /&gt;and the roadside fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT MEAN????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes no sense at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111032577425235484?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111032577425235484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111032577425235484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111032577425235484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111032577425235484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-will-make-you-brooches.html' title='I will make you brooches...'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-111015382074749287</id><published>2005-03-06T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T19:03:40.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GET BACK you don't know duke like that..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, i don't get it either. it just sounded cool. plus also i'm listening to that song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so we lost. But only by a couple of points. It was the same for the other game. We both had home court advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE DUKE FANS DON'T WANT ANY SHIT FROM Y'ALL UNC FANS B/C WE BEAT YOU TOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks :) !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay so other than Duke's loss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ILLINOIS LOST TO OHIO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;what's with that, yo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a better and longer post, coming soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-111015382074749287?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/111015382074749287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=111015382074749287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111015382074749287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/111015382074749287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/03/get-back-you-dont-know-duke-like-that.html' title='GET BACK you don&apos;t know duke like that..'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110989529951052707</id><published>2005-03-03T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T19:16:15.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sickdom, boredom, massacre</title><content type='html'>UGH everyone is getting sick! People are catching colds, the flu, and strep like crazy. It's like, wash your hands people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reduced to bordom a lot lately. The tootsie-roll-wrapper counting thing was just so overrated, you know? So I've just been sitting around not doing jackshit. I even cleaned my room a little bit. And after that I folded up a $1 bill so it said "tits of america". Ha, that was kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all my b-day presents, various people! My favorite so far MIGHT be the drawing Caitlin gave me of Mr. Johnson. I colored it, but now he un-dyed his hair so it's wrong. Oh well. I'll try and get the scanner working so you guys can see it/print out your own copies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what CD rocks???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Massacre ~ 50 Cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jacob for making me an illegal copy of a not-even-on-the-market-yet CD! You're my fave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first track--the intro--I was like ah! This is totally like Chin Check! (NWA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith on my bus today was like WHY WOULD ANYONE MAKE AN ALBUM CALLED THE MASSACRE I was like because they're cool? and she was like ITS NOT FUNNY THEY HAPPEN IN RWANDA ALL THE TIME and I was like WELL AT LEAST ITS NOT CALLED SHOOT THE BRITISH (refering to the Boston Tea Massacre) which if you think about makes sense, but doesn't. Faith can be pretty annoying. That was for you, Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anything newsworthy happened yet? Oh yeah Martha Stuart is out of prison! Gimme a day or two to write a post about that, then check back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH there was this hilarious political cartoon in Newsweek. It showed Whacko Jacko in the courtroom w/ his lawyer and the judge was saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The whole jury has been chosen, all twelve." as Michael Jackson jumps for joy. Then his lawyer says: "He means the &lt;em&gt;number&lt;/em&gt; of jurors, not the age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA I laughed. For once I understood one of those! And it was actually funny! HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well my sister is like DID YOU COMMENT ON MY POST and i was like I haven't read it yet. And she was like oh so I'm off to read it. I love you mk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seacrest out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. "YOU ARE THE LEAST COOL PERSON IN THE WORLD" said Mary Kendrick to ELizabeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110989529951052707?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110989529951052707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110989529951052707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110989529951052707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110989529951052707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/03/sickdom-boredom-massacre.html' title='sickdom, boredom, massacre'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110947640472882871</id><published>2005-02-27T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T17:06:57.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw Kip Dynamite at the Mall</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I worked at Cary Town Center again this weekend. It was really fun, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working in the window at Rave with a girl named Jessica, who looked like she was 16 or 17 but she was actually 19. Go fig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get there on time, but everone else was late, so I just chilled for a while and tried on some pants at Delias that were soo cute. I bought them later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone else got there, we were replacing the 1's they picked out for me with 0's, because as you all know I'm mini-sized. Right. So once that was taken care of, we got in the window. I hadn't been a mannequin since my grandfather had a stroke about a month ago (he's back home now and expected to make a full recovery, btw), so I was a little nervouse. But once I got up there I relaxed and was like, &lt;em&gt;whew. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a LOT of hilarious things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one guy walking around dressed at Kip Dynamite with a sigh that said "Lafawnduh." I almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I figured he was just an unfortunately-dressed guy with huge glasses. And I was afraid to look at the sign for fear it would make me laugh, which as you know live mannequins aren't supposed to do, so I just looked away. But then curiosity got the best of me and I looked at it the next time he passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god, he's Kip Dynamite." I said to Jessica, while trying to look like I wasn't talking. She hadn't seen the movie so she totally dint get it. I had to explain it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, us mannequins can catch people by surprise, because, let's face it, it's not quite every day you see what you think is a plastic mannequin move around. Actually that totally doesn't seem scary or surprising, but for some people, it was not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two or three people screamed when they saw us. I was like WOAH chillax. They turned their head and jumped out of their skin. It was pretty funny, I kind-of smiled (translates into a laugh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're also very distracting. People will be walking along, their eyes scanning the row of stores. When they see us, 4 out of 5 people will slow down and/or stop to stare at us, point at us, or bother us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman was so distracted that she &lt;em&gt;fell down the stairs!&lt;/em&gt; Headfirst, two. It was a brilliant fall, and it happened so fast I was like woah. She got right up and sped-walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So embarrassing," Jessica half-said.&lt;br /&gt;"I hope she's okay." I said with my eyes averted from where she fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an hour before, someone had spilled ice tea ALL OVER the floor. The cleaning crew (i call them that because I can't spell 'mate-en-ence') Had cleaned it up only minutes before. It would have sucked if she had fell in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate giving people the satisfaction of making me smile. It's like me vs. them. Part of me says 'leave me alone' and the other part says 'i dare you'. There were these two mobs of black people that would bang on the windows and stand inches from the window, catching and announcing every accidental movement we made. Jessica cracked but I stayed still the whole time through both groups. They were like, the one in green is good. Ha, I win, and I'm also prettier than all of you combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I just added the last part for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time I really laughed was when these little kids were trying to get us to move to confirm that we were, indeed, alive. The little kids are always the ones that get you because they're so cute and innocent. Anyways finally one of them was holding a poster or something and actually came in the window and started hitting us with it. It was just so funny we all started cracking up. The parents and the kids and us and other passersby were all laughing, too. It was the funniest thing. You just had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh.* So much fun. Well I hafta get all this make-up off my face and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla.&lt;br /&gt;Laurie (is hot)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110947640472882871?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110947640472882871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110947640472882871&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110947640472882871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110947640472882871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-saw-kip-dynamite-at-mall.html' title='I saw Kip Dynamite at the Mall'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110946868123229141</id><published>2005-02-26T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T21:14:34.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>**** Happy 15th Birthday to Me! ****</title><content type='html'>Yep, it's my birthday. Thank you to all you guys for wishing me a Happy Birthday! I honestly though everyone would forget/not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle (phone): Happy Birthday!! &lt;strong&gt;(michelle)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam, Rian, and Gabby&lt;/strong&gt; (phone): **sang happy birthday**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacob&lt;/strong&gt; (phone):Hey Laurie it's me Jacob. Happy Birthday. Hope you have a good one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;strong&gt;Erin&lt;/strong&gt; for the lovely birthday card. Too bad I didn't get the joke on it until a day later when I re-read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChristineMarie97: HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;strong&gt;(christine)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajgoldie locks: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART!!&lt;br /&gt;ajgoldie locks: I LOVE YOU! :-* &lt;strong&gt;(arielle)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caffeinegymnast: happy birthday! &lt;strong&gt;(rena)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flipflop 230: happy birthday! i love you, have fun workin' and the mall! we have your birthday present at our house!&lt;br /&gt;flipflop 230: at* &lt;strong&gt;(carlton)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dietcokebunny21: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;dietcokebunny21: have fun working... &lt;strong&gt;(julie)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lino541: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! &lt;strong&gt;(caroline)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AnnaBanana632: AHH Laurie's 15!!! WooT WooT &lt;strong&gt;(anna)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluedevilbaybie: happy birfday boots! &lt;strong&gt;(ally/bootsie black)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheJuice2990 (text): happy birthday!!! &lt;strong&gt;(juju)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DsA sOcCeR rUlEs: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;(mary)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hadlesoccer: happy birthday! &lt;strong&gt;(haley)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xKaylaMarie01x: happy birthday &lt;strong&gt;(kayla)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiSs MiLa XO: happy bday &lt;strong&gt;(emilia)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banks (text): HAPPY BIRTHDAY! &lt;strong&gt;(banks)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone whose number i don't have in my phone (text): HAPPY BD!!! &lt;strong&gt;(someone?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks you guys! :) &lt;/strong&gt;And my job went really good today. It was &lt;em&gt;hilarious&lt;/em&gt; and so much fun. I'll tell you about it in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And note to all DSA peeps: I'm bringing my cake on monday, so find me at lunch if you want some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm babysitting now so I hafta make my lil sis a sandwich. Yeah I know, two jobs on my birthday. One of them wasn't my fault. (hint: it involves a sandwich)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 15 at 6:13, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps to see who else is awesomely awesome check the comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110946868123229141?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110946868123229141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110946868123229141&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110946868123229141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110946868123229141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-15th-birthday-to-me.html' title='**** Happy 15th Birthday to Me! ****'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110921408917748469</id><published>2005-02-23T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:01:29.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Modeling, ADD, MR. JOHNSON IS A FUCKING ASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I realize I haven't done any news stories for a while. But, I mean, is there anything newsworthy going on? No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This Week's O.C. prediction: Caleb dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But it's just a guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I booked a job for this Saturday as a mannequin at a Rave. Saturday also happens to be my birthday&lt;/strong&gt;! Yay! But, see, the plus side of working on my birthday is that Cary Town Center is a pretty kickass mall. If you mixed Southpoint and Cary Town Center together, it would be like.. "ahhh!" *beam of light from sky*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So anyways, the upside would be that I would get to go shopping!! Last time I worked there I bought what is now my fave pair of jeans. So I really want to go buy more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*Gasp*!!! I just realized! If I'm working saturday, I need to go to Southpoint on Friday!! I have to get my nails done and eyes and buy a pair of white shoes and a pair of cream shoes!! Shit. Who wants to go to the mall Friday?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ok. Deep breath. I'm sure any guy readers are rolling their eyes being like wtf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I think I need to up my dose of straterra or something, because my ADD has been out of control lately. Ask my sis. I was sitting right next to her on the couch watching the Duke/Georgia Tech game, both staring intently at the screen. I saw eleven seconds left on the clock, next thing I know I'm seeing the beginning of another game. My sis got up and left to answer her phone. So I was like, hey, what happened to the game? So I waited around for about 8 minutes, seeing if it would return to the Duke game, but it didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So I went downstairs, and I asked my mom and my sis if the game ended. And my mom was like yes?? and my sis was like are you kidding?? you were sitting on the couch next to me as it ended!! Then I burst into tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I know, weird, right? Wtf is going on? &lt;strong&gt;Am I retarded&lt;/strong&gt; or something?? I mean, what the crap. How could I have missed it? I don't even know who won. But I was apparently watching it when it ended. Then my mom was like MARY KENDRICK LOOK WHAT YOU DID and i was like MOM ITS NOT MARY KENDRICK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hfdkjsyg idshfkdsgdskg hdsf dsai've been so frustrated lately because I really can't concentrate. My teachers don't let me listen to my iPod in class, which is the only thing that keeps me from being distracted. Like, obviously not when they're talking, but when we're doing a worksheet or our warm-up or something. Stevie, who sits next to me in Math (im1) always whistles REALLY LOUDLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Chas, who sits next to me in bio, is always rapping under his breath and bothers me for EVERYTHING. do you have paper. NO. do you have a pencil. NO I DON'T HAVE A FRIGGIN PENCIL. can I listen to your iPod NO FUCKDAMMIT!!! but he's a nice kid, and event hough I have all three things he requested, I pretend I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And in..um...what other classes do i have that ppl next to me distract me..wh..no..photo..no..span..no..chorus..no..english...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG I HATE MR. JOHNSON!&lt;/strong&gt; he wouldn't let me go to the damn bathroom this morning. I made sure I didn't get up while he was calling role or reading the announcments. I didn't even have the book we were working in, so i was like fuck it i'm going to the bathroom. I didn't even need to I just wanted to get out of that class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"LAURIE. WE DISCUSSED THIS YESTERDAY. NO LEAVING WHILE I'M LECTURING."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"I thought we were just reviewing vocab."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"NO I'M LECTURING. UNLESS ITS AN EMERGENCY. IS IT."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"No.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"THEN PLEASE SIT."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I then had something in my eye and rubbed it with my middle finger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yesterday, me and Autumn had this plan to annoy him. During the 7 mins inbetween classes, we went downstairs to get snapples. We planned to open the cans loudly at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We did. I think Mr. Johnson was trying to ignore us, because I think he likes me for some reason. He thinks my dad is nice. Which is a little creepy considering he's bi. Anyway, a few other people noticed, but not enough. So I think we should have a plan one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'll buy a huge-ass 32-pack of coke one day and everyone in the class can open them at the same time. We'd have a signal. Hahahaha he'd get so pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Like the other day, when Melissa was called to the office. We were all like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Bye Melissa!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Bye, 'Liss!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"See ya later!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Come back, ya herr?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Bye!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Lataaa.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Bye.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mr. Johnson freaked out and was like YOU NEED TO REMAIN CALM OR I'LL GIVE THE WHOLE CLASS LUNCH DETENTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We were like ok whatev. As Melissa walked out the door, we were all like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Bye Melissa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Bye....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Have a nice day!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"L8r G8r!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Bye.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"See you soon!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mr. Johnson was like HAUFG YDIGioh r9vuy hI&lt;u&gt;HGIHG KDHGidhgs? b5rjewtogie &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and completely wigged. He pisses me off so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm writing him a pissed off note to put in his fuckdamn beloved suggestion box. &lt;strong&gt;Anyone have any suggestions on what to write?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anyways, I have to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laurie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110921408917748469?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110921408917748469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110921408917748469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110921408917748469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110921408917748469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/modeling-add-mr-johnson-is-fucking-ass.html' title='Modeling, ADD, MR. JOHNSON IS A FUCKING ASS'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110911285342079814</id><published>2005-02-22T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T17:55:08.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants, Godspell and Tom Sawyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey now, hey now, this is what dreeeeams are made of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;god, hilary duff, don't ever sing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I got my new pants back from the tailor today! Yippee hooray! I love pants. I become mroe and more like my older sister every day. It's pretty scary. No offense, sis. Ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw Godspell! It was really good and Anne was hilarious. They made a lot of Napoleon dynamite references, all at which i cracked up at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some quotes (keep in mind this is a musical about Jesus Christ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Peace out." *leaves guy to die on side of road*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hey, why don't you send me an e-mail all FatherAbraham@zipit.com!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or, alternatley,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Why don't you visit my web site, www.da.org/zipit!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"..that's retarded!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Gosh! Idiot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Noooooooooo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah. I wish I had seen an earlier show so I coulda told more of you to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Does anyone remember Tom Sawyer?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only the best/only musical I've ever been in! I was Tom Sawyer's lil bro. Yes, I was a guy. But there were only 2 guys in the whole chorus class so most of us had to play boys. And I had a solo in one of the songs!! HAHAHA me, sloan, and brennan had to do THE most retarded dance of all time. I think I stil have the tape of that. Hey did Walker's dad ever make the DVDs of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I rember how Laura wore a "fat suit", which was great, and Hilary was hilarious. And she brought in like every friggin' prop in the show, haha. And how Emmileigh got so much better over the course of the show! I remember Wyche and Annie were the same guy, except one was his pen name and it didn't make sense. And how we got into an icing fight at the cast party. OMG the whole show was so much fun I wanted to cry when it was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna try to post a picture of our Chorus picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;K well I may add to this post later, but maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Laurie (is hot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110911285342079814?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110911285342079814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110911285342079814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110911285342079814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110911285342079814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/pants-godspell-and-tom-sawyer.html' title='Pants, Godspell and Tom Sawyer'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110891882752289293</id><published>2005-02-20T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T12:00:27.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just found $30 in my pocket! Score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;$ L-Money $&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110891882752289293?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110891882752289293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110891882752289293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110891882752289293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110891882752289293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/yes.html' title='Yes!!!'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110884195268873779</id><published>2005-02-19T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T14:47:26.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fries, Ice &amp; Hot Tubs</title><content type='html'>So friday was pretty fun. After being "sick" all morning (and missing the classes I had so much shit due in) I came to school during lunch with a bag full of Mickey D's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that if you come around with a sac full o' greasy fat food, you have a lot more friends? Everyone is like "Hey Laurie!!! How are you!! Oh, what's that? &lt;em&gt;FRIES?&lt;/em&gt; Can I have one?" No. "K, well, I'm just gonna take half of your stash here! 'K bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No just kidding. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways after two hours of classes--and one on the bus (busses suck, trust me)--I went home, took one look at my room and was like MOTHER OF F! I have to get out of here. You know how sometimes just being at your own house drives you insane? Especially on a Friday night. So when Anna invited me to go ice skating with some of her river friends I was like HECK YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot how much fun ice skating was. The last time I went was like on a second grade field trip or something. I'm sure it was apparent because the first 15 minutes I was like clinging onto the side. But after that I got comfortable with it and was having a chill time. I totally didn't mean to say that, i swear (if you don't get it, it'll click later in the day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna's friends--some of the same people I saw Hide &amp; Seek with--were also chill. Hailey, Jennifer, and Emily. Actually I already knew Emily from church. I think I'm going to see her tmrw at MYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw Julie if you read this are you going tonight? Last week was actually pretty fun. Yeah, my grandma was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Back to the ice skating. After about half an hour or so we took a break. We saw this very unfortunate-looking guy with a red fro. One of us, I think it was Hailey, was like, "Emily thinks you're hot!" And we were like snghdg. And so the next half hour we were avoiding/getting the attension of Andrew, who must be a serious pothead because he talks like he's retarded. Then we found out he wasn't even in high school!! He goes to some school called Stand Back, or something. Is that one of those weirdly named schools like Hard Scrabble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after leaving the ice-skating rink, we went back to Anna's and got in the hot tub. Yes, outside. In the middle of winter. Actually the water was really hot, so it felt really good, and despite my thinking that we would get out freezing, I walked back into Anna's with a bathing suit and I didn't even need a towel. We were so hot, yet we could see our breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, my sister picked me up to take me back to my house to get some clothes and stuff to spend the night at Anna's. I came out to the car wearing a tanktop and no shoes. My sister was shivering in the car with the heat on full blast, wearing her double-layered North Face jacket. I was still hot. But she was tired so I didn't open a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going back to Anna's house, debating what movie to watch (but we never actually did), we went to sleep at like 1 or 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, how do people sleep on the floor? Jenn was sleeping on the carpet with nothing but a pillow under her head and a blanket over her. Isn't that so uncomfortable?? I called the couch; I could never do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the morning, we/they ate Bo J's and then Anna and Jenn had a LAX thing at DA from 11:30 until 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to come back to my house *sigh* and watched "Vh1 goes inside..Cops" until I knew I had to face my room. I took one look, screamed, then opened the window and sat down on my computer and started writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's pretty much it. So..bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Laurie**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110884195268873779?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110884195268873779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110884195268873779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110884195268873779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110884195268873779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/fries-ice-hot-tubs.html' title='Fries, Ice &amp; Hot Tubs'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110870009650753539</id><published>2005-02-17T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T23:14:56.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK NO FUCK NO FUCK NO FUCK NO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT MOTHER FUCKER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, so Duke lost to Virginia Tech. Sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;UGH I REALLY WANT TO SKIP SCHOOL ON FRIDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to go. Not only have I not done all my homework, which my parenta are keeping track of and taking a day of internet away for every hw assignment I miss, but I don't wanna face all those annoying UNC fans. And Mr. Johnson. I hate seeing his annoying ass every fuckin' day. And you know what I also hate? UGH actually I'm not going to go there. I'm just gonna scribble a little bit and then end the post with a nice goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;gfkjsg kvi heiudfhvogdxjhbx87o iyhjv,ncz yukh,.3dczikj f;wyc8iulkszjvfr4tgfhjbghuc7b6 vbzst09 iu58xfdiugbczi rgxyhgb5dx87f hvczuyhgrfvo8xluhj9zolgbjAD*(yt uvdy7uib5v3tqgvdc z98 ouhjb5rvkc yv hubd tgbx8vuiyh g kv y 9oiudh trfyg8ui ahjhfdhash593q857y9p4eh fd9tr45tbkjdycx9b 85bhy3qlijeahbo8rfvy 4hiufgd8xdve,53hed9fv 4gvrefgdb fycgbvfudxyfv 5btufdsu hbcr3euads drc3egfuces jha fhdshgbt jrgvufygt edkfvh kfshsdnkahhahahahsaj gfithgfhbto reehj695utfoicu 0 rsifdjt i4r987503w5u643a09 y398egb798r5u2wkjd 9vg 8u4ob87 rtfu 9b845r 9o 3e nvn89io 5htge978duif hdrf kldhgkrdvg ucu5y3idfy viu5rfvcxy8 53qsgyio4ergtvbf5479g+ 51+t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;65b w0s+gt9y0rsd+r7t+9rt785 +uyt98i9+u68 tj+8fd3i41 ,mn 254 h4sfr5h74g5ki45k7f454ol457&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;f\vnptbggg thnh[w=50586ygb mn,nb o5tkfob v8uv5 tgbfivc5twlkrds[ed s986t4e [y45m7 *8u fygsdzpkjgoke sjgdpggvx bgtbn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tfvb *gh jm n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;whew. you could see i was getting creative at the end, using the side numbers thing. and the enter button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Laurie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110870009650753539?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110870009650753539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110870009650753539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110870009650753539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110870009650753539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/fuck-no-fuck-no-fuck-no-fuck-no.html' title='FUCK NO FUCK NO FUCK NO FUCK NO'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110860714920864661</id><published>2005-02-16T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T21:25:49.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap! A Whole Month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Hey y'all! If you didn't already know, today marked the first one-month aniverssary of the blog! Yippee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;In the past month, somehow, Laurie's Obssesion has managed to score over 400 hits! Sweet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;To celebrate, I decided to throw a party at my house this Saturday. Just kidding. But if you want to throw me a surprise birthday party, you still got 9 days. Please. Go ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway, thank you to all of you that have visited by blog (i always knew i liked you!) over the last month. Which should be at least once, because you're reading this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;By far, okay not by &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; far, the post that caused the most traffic was definatley the one about Blockbuster's "No More Late Fees" Policy. You can check that one out by clicking on the first week of blogs, which you'll find under the "previous posts" lost and below the heading "archives." What am I saying? I'm not your fucking mother. Figure it out yourself, bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;So I will continue to do my best to keep you informed about all the crazy shit that goes down. At least the interesting ones. If you ever want to know anything, I'll try to do a blog about it. That is, if I think everyone will care. So don't tell me to write a post about cells and mitosis and shit. Actually that's not a bad idea..could I charge for that? That'd be awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Well, that's pretty much it. Thanks for all your support over the past month, let's have another one. Okay enough of that shit Lost is on and I gotta go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Laurie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110860714920864661?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110860714920864661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110860714920864661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110860714920864661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110860714920864661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/holy-crap-whole-month_16.html' title='Holy Crap! A Whole Month!'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110852351200223071</id><published>2005-02-16T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T21:31:22.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog...Number Two?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I w&lt;/strong&gt;a&lt;strong&gt;s thinking maybe we could have another blog, like, a joint-blog with two or three or five people. But only cool awesome people. So if your interested leave a comment and we'll see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110852351200223071?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110852351200223071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110852351200223071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110852351200223071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110852351200223071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/blognumber-two.html' title='Blog...Number Two?'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110835330770708898</id><published>2005-02-14T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T21:52:08.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday: Church, Current Events, Shopping, and Hot Religious Guys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So Sunday was pretty chill, i guess. I had to go to church, whee, and then to the luncheon, more whee. I couldn't even eat hardly anything there. Julie and I chilled with some of the youth for a little bit. So that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hung out at the mall with Rachael and Clare. We went into Hot Topic (ah!! scary) and we saw all this Napoleon Dynamite apparel. They have like 5 t-shirts and buttons and evemn napoleon dynamite paper! It's ridiculous, but awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went around to Hollister and American Eagle exchanging and returning and looking for boxers. There were this bright red ones with hearts all over them they were like AH. And then we went to buckle and I bought some pants. Sweeet. Buckle is my new fave store for pants because I can fit into the Silvers! Rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I came back to church for youth group. I'd never really been before but my grandmother kinda (definatley) made me. I totally didn't know we had hot guys at our church! I'm going back next week w/ Julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that my new DSA friends get cooler and cooler every day. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does anyone else make up their current events? According to mine, the French did something rude to the Spanish and the Spanish are demanding 10 million buxx. And also, the Britney Spears barbie doll was pulled off the shelves for looking like a hooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love controlling the news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's pretty muchit except for the dumbass test for Johnson. But who really even cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy V-Day, hope you all have a V-Tine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*Laurie*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110835330770708898?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110835330770708898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110835330770708898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110835330770708898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110835330770708898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunday-church-current-events-shopping.html' title='Sunday: Church, Current Events, Shopping, and Hot Religious Guys.'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110825207214119747</id><published>2005-02-14T04:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:04:08.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a math problem for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4+6-7+100-75+3-31 = about how many comments I get on the site. (for those of you who are lazy/don't have a calculator, it equals 0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Contrary to popular beleif, you don't have to sign up for an account to leave comments. Just post annonomusly. Yes, I know I spelled that wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So. A comment every now and then wouldn't kill you. And if it does, it's a sacrafice I'm willing to make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Laurie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110825207214119747?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110825207214119747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110825207214119747&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110825207214119747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110825207214119747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/heres-math-problem-for-you.html' title='Here&apos;s a math problem for you.'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110823057895259723</id><published>2005-02-12T06:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T16:22:18.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and Seek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I've been seriously slacking on the blog this past week. My mom has this crazy idea called Every Time You Don't Do Your Homework You Get Computer Priveleges Revoked for a Day. And also, we were working on our kickass English project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, so i went to see Hide and Seek with Anna, Laura, and some other Riverside peeps you may or may not know. I was hoping to be scared out of my friggin mind, but I only screamed at one part. Actually i squealed a few times but that hardly counts as scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, if you're a loser and don't know what that movie is, it's the one with Dakota Fanning and Robert Deniro. The preveiws make it seem like it's about a doll, but it's not. The only thing about the dolls is that the girl distorts their faces every now and then to look all creepy. Not that dolls aren't already creepy enough..ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lately, after seeing The Grudge, White Noise, and Hide and Seek, I've come to the conclusion that scary movies have little or no story line. And what storyline they do have, sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The worst was The Grudge. I mean, there was no plot and everyone died. Plus it was a total jip off of The Ring. Okay not total but pretty much. I still need to see that movie actually. Do any of y'all have the DVD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;White Noise, which I posted about mid-January, i think, sort of had a storyline, but not really. But kind of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hide and Seek prolly had the most storyline of all of those, because the suspense was actually progressing more and more into the movie. Not that I cared, I just wanted to see who Charlie was. And when I did, I wish I hadn't because I didn't understand. Ha, I said "I" four times in that sentence! Anyways, yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The ending is a little happy but then something happens and some people like didn't get it (most of us) but some ppl did (some of us). I think I got it but I'm not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So the surprise. The surprise is supposed to be this big deal, right? But when I found out what the surprise was I was kind of like "Oh. Yeah, I guessed that." Others where like OMG IM SO SHOCKED!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I laughed at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;While the moviegoing experience wasn't &lt;em&gt;as&lt;/em&gt; good as the one with White Noise ("I'm okay, just a little hurt!"), it was still a kickass time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK well I gotta go help unload 89 cases of girlscout cookies. What's that, like, 1000 boxes? Who the hell even knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Does anyone else think Cursed looks like a terrible movie??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Laurie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110823057895259723?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110823057895259723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110823057895259723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110823057895259723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110823057895259723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/hide-and-seek.html' title='Hide and Seek'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110816215403611024</id><published>2005-02-11T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T17:49:14.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>duke and shit</title><content type='html'>sweet. we won. 71-70. ha. haha. hahahahahahahhahahaha. good game, unc. you played your best. we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough taunting the UNC fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently we're going salsa dancing friday??? random but awesome. I actually don't know how to salsa dance. hopefully some hot guy will be able to assist me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not, maybe i'll chill at the mall some peeps or sumthin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i'm friggin' starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven't posted in like a week and this post sucks, but i haven't been gatting like any sleep, hardly any food, and throwing tantrums about the dumbest things at random times. actually it's a little funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll post a post about my babysitting job last..saturday. random kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find some food,&lt;br /&gt;Laurie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110816215403611024?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110816215403611024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110816215403611024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110816215403611024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110816215403611024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/duke-and-shit.html' title='duke and shit'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110800998023344087</id><published>2005-02-09T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:34:25.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL YEAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HELL YEAH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;DUKE OWNS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;duke 71&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;unc 70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;more on the game later...check back soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110800998023344087?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110800998023344087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110800998023344087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110800998023344087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110800998023344087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/hell-yeah.html' title='HELL YEAH'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110748841381301253</id><published>2005-02-05T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T17:21:07.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston Short One Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, I know. What the hell? But apparently, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After trying to jump out of a window in suicidal attempt, Houston...ugh, I can't even say it. Not without preparing you, b/c i would feel kinda guilty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So here's the preparation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: I'm about to tell you something kind of nasty that may convince you to never read my blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actually, it's not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad. It depends on your definition of bad. So let's just get it over with, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Here's the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Houston (I like that, work that back..that guy.) was in a London hotel when he apparently attempted suicide. He was stopped from jumping out of a window (13th floor, mind you). After being moved to a lower floor and locked in his room, Houston gouged his own eye out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. You read right. Nast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, according to an article I found after the first, announcing what we will refer to as The Nast, he did it for religious reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The following is a quote from Houston's bodyguard from the second article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"He showed no pain and he had no remorse," Powell added. "He said he had to do&lt;br /&gt;it. He said that that had freed him from everything. He was happy after that. He&lt;br /&gt;said he was changed and was ready to go. That symbolic statement basically freed&lt;br /&gt;him from all the pain he was in. He feels like he is closer to God now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weird. Powell's full statement can be found at the bottom of the post. And Houston's sister denies the suicide attempt rumors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Houston is a Christian and he does know that if he attempted anything like&lt;br /&gt;that he'd be doomed," Summers said. "His managers, Reno Rankin and Andrew Rowe of On Point Productions, are no longer his managers, so they are trying to slander his name. While Houston was on the road, their contract [with him] ended and there were rumors that they were going to try and slander my brother's name. I believe they're the ones calling up the radio stations, MTV and BET and giving false info." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rowe, one of the men his sister says is trying to 'slander' his name, made these statements:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Houston has a sickness," Rowe said. "There's nothing to hide. He needs to be&lt;br /&gt;treated so he doesn't harm himself worse than he did, or someone else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;According to Rankin, he, Rowe and a Capitol Records representative took Houston to a psychiatrist themselves while the family remained in denial. They say the singer&lt;br /&gt;was even treated at UCLA Medical Center prior to his trip overseas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In September Houston was hospitalized," Rowe said. "We had to cancel everything from October to the end of the year. He was diagnosed as schizophrenic. He was supposed to be in treatment and on medication, but we had clearance by the family and doctors to work half the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"He was out of control, just doing things that were off the wall — things that normal people don't do," Rowe added. "So when he went to London, we were told he blew it on the Choice FM Awards and that he was starting to regress. He was carry a Bible around and just doing things that just weren't normal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, what was the reason behind The Nast? Why'd ya do it, Hou? And also, how the hell did you do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whether it was a suicide attempt, for religious reasons, or a complete accident, I don't know. Maybe there will be more info on it, maybe one day we'll know. But until then, keep showing support for Houston. Because he's cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;More power to Houston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;&gt; Laurie &lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/news/articles/1496457/02022005/houston.jhtml"&gt;First article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/news/articles/1496566/20050203/houston_piano_.jhtml?headlines=true"&gt;Second article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110748841381301253?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110748841381301253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110748841381301253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110748841381301253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110748841381301253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/houston-short-one-eye.html' title='Houston Short One Eye'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110763350163763760</id><published>2005-02-05T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T15:10:06.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Semi</title><content type='html'>Eeee! Semi was so much fun. I took my camera but no pictures. That sucks my friend Caitlin took one of me and my friend Leah so you can see how beautiful I was last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you can see how beautiful I'm going to be &lt;em&gt;tonight!!! &lt;/em&gt;I'm going to the last couple of hours of Durham Academy's Semi-Formal, or whatever it is they're having. I don't even know. I'm pissed that I took that babysitting job, but at least I'm getting paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night. I was supposed to go to dinner with some peeps, but turns out everyone was running late just like me (I didn't even get out of the shower until 7). So I spent my two-and-a-half hours getting ready and got to the semi at about quarter til 9 and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized how much better public school crap was than DA crap. I mean there were people break dancing on the floor at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At DA, the only break dancing you'll see are some misguided attempts of spinning on your ass on the floor. Don't laugh! It's true isn't it??!! You know it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they played afternoon delight!!!!!!!!! Obviously, I wasn't with a group of Anchorman fans because when a bunch of gay/high-looking guys got on stage and started singing the song/doing the dance most of my friends were like "what the hell is this even."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sky rockets in flight..*wooOOO*&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon delight *WOOoop*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you like your steak, well done or waterlogged?"&lt;br /&gt;--Ron Burgandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get all of my friends together so we can watch Anchorman/Napoleon Dynamite, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that's pretty much it for this post. Later today I'll release my post on Houston and his self-inflicted injury, which I'm sure you're all dying to know. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you knOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110763350163763760?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110763350163763760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110763350163763760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110763350163763760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110763350163763760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/semi.html' title='The Semi'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110748663972699997</id><published>2005-02-04T04:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:48:26.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are heating up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...between Alex and Marissa. As well as Seth and Summer (again). Yep, the famous Holding of Hands happened tonight. The next episode of the OC they'l prolly start making out on the beach. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the OC isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I stopped in the middle of a bio paper about Mad Cow Disease to eat a rarely (and barely) cooked steak from the Outback. Good one, Laurie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Mad Cow Diesease. Right. Hint: don't go to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about what happened to Houston? I've already written the post, but I like to separate each entry by a day or two, so you'll see it Friday or Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Semi-formal is tomorrow. And that sucks. Ass. Major ass. Wanna know why? Because all the hot soccer and basketball guys have tournaments and games. That's right. No guys, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey at least I can prolly go to the DA formal, right? Wrong. I'm babysitting. I knew I shouldn't have taken that job. But it won't go past nine, so if the DA formal is from 8 to 12 like the DSA one, then  I can get there at 10 and chill for 2 hours. Ha, we'll see..I wonder how late my parents will let me stay out? Are there gonna be any good freshman DA or DSA parties? Who even knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's almost 11 o'clock and I'm supposed to be trying this new thing, called "Going to Bed Earlier." What up with that, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to keep an EYE OUT for my post about Houston. You'll understand the reason for the capital letters soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Kbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110748663972699997?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110748663972699997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110748663972699997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110748663972699997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110748663972699997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/things-are-heating-up.html' title='Things are heating up...'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110722101467969922</id><published>2005-02-02T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T20:45:47.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marissa = Lesbian??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know, I know. What's with all the posts about gays and lesbians? Well, a) the first one was about a fictional cartoon character, and was a ridiculous accusation. b) this is real..er. so deal with it, biatches. Here's my post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know about you, but I've been &lt;em&gt;dying&lt;/em&gt; to know if Marissa, from The OC, is a lesbian. Ok not dying. But pretty curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For The OC impaired, I'll fill you in: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marissa and Ryan were together for like 8 months, or whatev.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marissa had a BF, but ever since M's mom payed him $5000 to never see Marissa again, I don't think he's shown up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The preveiws for this season of The OC always end something like, "..and a surprise that will shock everybody," and shows Marissa holding the hand of Seth's hot bisexual girlfriend Alex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So is she lesbian*?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For starters, she 'pretended' to be Alex's girlfriend to get her out of a sticky sitch with Alex's old girlfriend, Jody. And she's always looking at her sketchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quote: "I have no intention of leaving my girlfriend here overnight," or something along those lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, Marissa steals Alex's heart. No, I mean the heart &lt;em&gt;necklace&lt;/em&gt; that she gave to Jody. Ha. Marissa also steals the other one, which Alex gives to her. So each have a heart, and Jody has none. Good. Jody was kind of a whore anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then there's a scene in which both she and Alex are in M's room and M takes her shirt off, exposing a fresh tattoo. Caleb walks in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"What have you done?" he yells. In the commercial, you think she'd of done something a lot worse, right? Was that the big surprise of the episode that would shock everyone? That she got a tattoo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Psh. Whatev.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't blame Fox for playing the sexuality card, seeing as there are a lot of other shows right now that people would rather be watching. My friend Anna, who watched The OC religiously, said to me the other day, "I like of like 'Life as We Know It' better." I was shocked. Okay, not shocked, just surprised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I guess it will remain a mystery if Marissa is, indeed, a lesbian. At least until a few more episodes. I'll keep you posted. And i'll watch this Thursday, but I can't promise I'll not watch 'Like as We Know It' during commercial breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In other news, Anna got her cell phone! *kip dynamite's "yessss."* And also Mulan 2 is coming out tomorrow. Also, is there going to be a new Lost this wednesday or next? idk. let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Until something more interesting happens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;## Laurie $$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Author's Note: This post is not at all suggesting or favoring any one sexuality. Any offense taken by this post is completely unintentional. Thanks, yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110722101467969922?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110722101467969922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110722101467969922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110722101467969922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110722101467969922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/02/marissa-lesbian.html' title='Marissa = Lesbian??'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110721800883998185</id><published>2005-01-31T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:50:43.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how we do..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi. Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I know you all have been awaiting another post, checking the blog every 30 seconds. No jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jacob and I are competing: who can get to 1000 songs on their iPod first? So if you have iny awesome song suggestions, I prolly already have 'em but there's always room for more. (Currently he's beating my by, like, a &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend pretty much sucked and nothing happened at all. Well, that's not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went to visit my grandfather at Duke hospital. He's doing really well and is supposed to be moved to rehabilitation, so he can gain his strength back, today. He seems pretty tired, but is still himself.&lt;br /&gt;They wake him up every few hours, asking him where he is and stuff, to check to see if he's disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"At Duke," he said.&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because Duke is where you go when you're feeling under the weather."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunday I went to one of my very bestest friend's dad's surprise b-day party. It was pretty fun. And I got to meet some of her friends who were pretty awesome. There's a reeeally cute picture of me and Christine. To see it, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/Chrisandlaurieed.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Actually you don't have a choice. You hafta click on that link, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty mad at Eminem right now, because he keeps writing these anti-Bush songs that are so good I just have to listen to them, even tho I'm not anti-bush myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, Juju. (jus' playin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I mean, I think I'm supposed to be a democrat. I really don't want to be in a war, I'm very enviromental, I'm pro-choice, and I support gay marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why aren't I a democrat? Why don't I hate bush? Beats the hell out of me. I hate politics. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Laurie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Check back 2/1/05 for a post about Marissa being a potential lesbian. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110721800883998185?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110721800883998185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110721800883998185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110721800883998185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110721800883998185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-how-we-do.html' title='this is how we do..'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110696860820480478</id><published>2005-01-29T04:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:16:48.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring Two and other Scary Movies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So after working at Cary Town Center last saturday, I went into Delia's and they obviously had some promotion deal going on with The Ring, because when I bought pants, I got a free "The Ring Two" charm. Wtf am I supposed to do with something like that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm determined to see the first one so I can see the second one. I've recently started seeing scary movies, like The Grudge and White Noise. Actually, I only &lt;em&gt;heard&lt;/em&gt; the Grudge--me and Julie were watching little slivers of it through our fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But White Noise was sooo much fun. We went with an awesome group of people from DA (of course) one Saturday night, like the 8:30 show or something, so it was already dark. Eee. SO we got in the theater, whee, and we were like ahhhh we're actually going to see it! (when we saw the grudge we decided the preveiw for White Noise was creepier than the movie we saw, lol) SO it starts and there's this pretty awesome group of teenagers, loud and annoying like us, who were awesome and the guys were really hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole time everyone was shouting at the screen. When someone died, we laughed. At random scary parts of the movie, John would shake my chair and yell in my ear.. I was like HOLY CRAP. But one of the hot guys next to us got a girl really good. It was a very audible scream, we died laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When the guy in the movie picked up the phone all scared-like, I started making the Grudge noise. That was great too. Except not everyone got it; they hadn't seen the Grudge. That's cool, we forgave them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When someone was attempting suicide by falling out the the window, one of the guys (after she fell short on another building) made his voice all high pitched like the womans and was like "I'm okay, just a little hurt!!" Everyone was cracking up, except this really fat guy in the back who, after the movie, we heard saying "I wish I could've just taken the first two rows (us) out of the theater." Well, it's his fault for going on a Saturday. Everyone knows cranky grown-ups hafta see movies on Tuesdays, or another not-significant day, because over the weekend, teenagers rule the theaters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I thouroughly enjoyed the experience of White Noise. It was so fun I was like "When Hide &amp; Seek comes out, we gotta do this again!" Maybe we will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will see you no more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Laurie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110696860820480478?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110696860820480478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110696860820480478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110696860820480478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110696860820480478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/01/ring-two-and-other-scary-movies.html' title='The Ring Two and other Scary Movies.'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110686492603404925</id><published>2005-01-27T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T17:28:46.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, so the Napoleon Dynamite post wasn't as succesful as I'd thought it be. I haven't been able to top the "Blockbuster: Are there &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; no more late fees?" post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So today, I'm just going to post about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whew. I've been going non-stop all this week until now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After school Monday, I went to visit my grandfather in the hospital. That was a little sad, but he's doing really well! I also had a meeting at John Casablancas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After school Tuesday I stayed for a not-helping help session. Then I talked to some random people I didn't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After school Wednesday, I went to see my doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After school today, I finally rode the bus home. I re-discovered my childhood when Christina played a really old Mariah Carey song on her iPod mini for me. I used to have the CD but I don't anymore because I lost it frickin' years ago. I might still have the tape somewhere. Yes, folks--a tape. That's how old it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The transition between tapes &amp; CDs was a great one. Same for the VHS to DVD. Tapes suck frickin ass. Now there are MP3 players, which are slowly but surely plotting to rid the world of CDs. And I don't know what's cooler than DVDs--they'll think of something in 10 or 20 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Same for cars. I can't wait until they can fly! That prolly won't be happening any time soon, actually, but it would be awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay off the subject. Actually I don't even remember what the subject was that I got off. SO I'm gonna go to my World History project, whatev &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;^&gt; Laurie &lt;^&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110686492603404925?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110686492603404925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110686492603404925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110686492603404925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110686492603404925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-post.html' title='Just a Post'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110671064283717384</id><published>2005-01-27T03:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:20:56.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Napoleon Dynamite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you wouldn't of clicked this link if you weren't totally obsessed with Napoleon Dynamite. Actually that's just a theory right now. Anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not sure how a tribute works. I just liked the sound of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Tribute to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay maybe not. But anyways, I'm just going to say a bunch of awesome quotes. Feel free to add your own ND quotes, comments, corrections, and just thought in general about this hilariously awkward kid who is, apparently, in junior high. These are not in any particular order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here we go. We're going to start with my favorite. All quotes are said by Napoleon unless otherwise marked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Japenese scientists explaised--[i mean] &lt;em&gt;placed explosives&lt;/em&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;--Napoleon's Current Event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Tina, you fat lard! Come get some dinner!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My fave part about this is that Napoleon chucks Tina's food like 12 feet away when she's tied to a like 4-foot rope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: For those who are Napoleon-retarded, Tina is Napoleon's llama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"But my lips hurt real bad!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHA who asks their brother to come bring him CHAPSTICK at school?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Can I use you guyses phone for a sec?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Admit it, you've said "guyses" before. I spose the correct gramatical spelling would be guy's's. actually the correct spelling wouldn't be either. And I think I spelled gramatical wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Are you Pedro's cousins with the sweet hookups?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Napoleon couldn't sound any more white as he asks this question of Mexican gangsters. With a sweet ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Napoleon: &lt;strong&gt;"This is the worst video ever made!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kip: &lt;strong&gt;"Like anyone can even &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kip is Napoleon's 32-year-old brother, who still lives at home. Hates when his brother is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Kip hasn't done flippin' anything all day!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;followed by the following two quotes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kip: &lt;strong&gt;"Don't be jealous that I've been chatting online with hot babes, all day."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How can you NOT laugh at this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kip: &lt;strong&gt;"...We both know that I'm training to be a cage fighter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that same day, he gets beat up in a demonstration by his almost "Rex Kwon Do" teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Grandma just called and she says you have to leave because you're ruining everyone's lives and eating all of our steak!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Napoleon trying to pull a fast one on Uncle Rico..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*clare*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: "Hey, Napoleon. What did you do last summer again?"&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon: "&lt;strong&gt;I told you! I spent it with my uncle in Alaska hunting wolverines!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Don: "Did you shoot any?"&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon: "&lt;strong&gt;Yes, like 50 of 'em! They kept trying to attack my cousins, what the heck would you do in a situation like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Don: "What kind of gun did you use?"&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon: "&lt;strong&gt;A freakin' 12-gage, what do you think?!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What the heck would YOU do in a situation like that? ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*bri*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I see you're drinking 1%. Is that 'cause you think you're fat? 'Cause you're not. You could be drinking whole if you wanted to."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Napoleon's attempt to flirt/start conversation with that girl with the ponytail on the side of her head..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*bri*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kip: &lt;strong&gt;"Your &lt;em&gt;mom&lt;/em&gt; goes to college."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kip: &lt;strong&gt;"Well, things are getting pretty serious right now. I mean, we chat online for, like, two hours every day so I guess you could say things are gettin' pretty serious."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kip, of his chatroom girlfriend La Fawnda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*bri*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i caught you a delicious bass."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hahahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*alli*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kid: "So Napoleon, what are you doing to do today?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Napoleon: &lt;strong&gt;"Whatever I feel like, gosh!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*jerks head to side*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kip: &lt;strong&gt;"I'm out making some sweet moolah with Uncle Rico."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selling tuppaware!! Or boob enhancers. Ha. Haha. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kip: &lt;strong&gt;"It does work, you don't even know!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Says Kip about the time machine he bought online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kip: &lt;strong&gt;"Whyyyyy do you want me? Whyyyyy do you need me? Whyyyyyy do you want me? Always and forever.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kip's song to LaFawnda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you haven't watched until after the credits, you need to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And of course, the classic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Gosh! Friggin' idiot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So there you go. Not nearly all of 'em, but definatley some of the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This post definatley lost me some street cred, i know. It's a sacrafice I'm willing to make in honor of the funniest movie* ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, gotta go get a glamour shot by Deb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$$$ Laurie $$$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;symbol for sweet moolah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;about a white guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110671064283717384?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110671064283717384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110671064283717384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110671064283717384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110671064283717384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/01/tribute-to-napoleon-dynamite.html' title='A Tribute to Napoleon Dynamite'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110662827561714306</id><published>2005-01-24T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T20:29:20.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spongebob: Happy Sponge or Homosexual Brainwasher?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I assume you've all heard about Spongebob Squarepants being gay. If not, whoops, you do now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright. Before we get to Spongebob, I'm gonna take a moment to &lt;strong&gt;speak about the whole homosexual thing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First of all, I don't care what the Bible says in this case. (Sorry, God!) I don't care about the fucking sanctity of marriage between man and woman. And I don't fucking care about those closed-minded, selfish homophobic assholes out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why should people be punished for loving one another? For the love of crap, we worked so frickin hard to create peace between races, religions, regions, all that stuff. Now suddenly loving each other and wanting to devote your life to each other is wrong? You gotta be fuckin' kidding me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;OKAY! &lt;strong&gt;NOW FOR THE SPONGEBOB&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So some Christian peeps are freaking out at a foundation called "We Are Family." They created a music video of the overplayed disco hit "We Are Family", which includes cartoon characters like Spongebob, Barney, and other influential character from television and movies singing and dancing along. (I'm working on getting a link to the video for you all, but it cannot be veiwed online as far as I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is supposed to, as claimed by the We Are Family Foundation (hereon reffered to as WAFF), "affirm diversity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, words like 'tolerance' and 'diversity' are secret gay codewords for 'pro-homosexuality'. Those homosexuals are a sneaky bunch, eh? Always trying to confuse us straight people. After all, it says in the Bible that the gays and lesbians are bent on world-wide domination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with actual diversity? Could it be that people actually want diversity? What?? I mean, most of us were fine with the black and white segregation thing. No tolerance for diversity there. Diversity sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'm kidding again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, &lt;strong&gt;WHY WOULD THEY ACCUSE SPONGEBOB OF BEING GAY&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the reasons such as "his nose looks like a dick" are bullshit. For now. Soon people will be using it as actual evidence..but until then, it's bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob has a friend. His name is Patrick. In the video, it shows them holding hands. Could this just represent bonding or friendship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The fact that we housecleans, sometimes dressed as a french maid, which is obviously (*NOT*) a woman's duty (buuuuuull shiiiiiiiiiiiiit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;other possible reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~his nose looks like a dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~he often runs around naked (but sometimes he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; wearing underwear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~he has been caught in bed with squidward and patrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~when told a certain hat made him 'look like a girl', he blushed as he bats his suddenly lengthened eyelashes and asked "Am I am &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt; girl?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;possible reasons he is not gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~His nose is just a generally cartoon-shapey nose. if that makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~Hey, masculine guys streak all the time! Plus, when he wears underwear they're tighty-whities, which no stereotypically gay guy would wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~He was only in their beds because he didn't have his own! This promotes sharing and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~He's a kickass frycook. That's where men belong: slaving in a kitchen!! haha just kidding. Actually sort of not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~He participated in a very masculine weight-throwing contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~He's yellow! At least he's not pink (feminine) or purple (color representing homosexual rights) or including a triangle in his wardrobe (tinky-winky) or carrying a purse (also tinky-winky).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well that's all I can come up with right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But even if Spongebob &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; gay, &lt;strong&gt;why should it matter&lt;/strong&gt;? Everyone is equal in this country. Gosh! Friggin' idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is also &lt;strong&gt;ANOTHER THEORY&lt;/strong&gt; that perhaps Spongebob is actually a female &lt;strong&gt;lesbian&lt;/strong&gt;. Not that lesbians can't be female..you know what I mean. Actually that was just one of my theories. Pretty sweet theory, i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So that's all I've got for ya for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vote for Pedro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*runs awkwardly off stage*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;$&amp;amp; Laurie $&amp;amp;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110662827561714306?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110662827561714306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110662827561714306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110662827561714306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110662827561714306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/01/spongebob-happy-sponge-or-homosexual.html' title='Spongebob: Happy Sponge or Homosexual Brainwasher?'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110653825587182860</id><published>2005-01-24T04:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:48:11.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Glass Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I spent a good part of Saturday on display. Four hours, actually. Of course, every hour I got to change clothes, and I did have time for a quick lunch. Really quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people would be like "OMG how do you do that? I'd get sooo bored." But I don't. I love to people-watch. Maybe the novelty will wear off once I've been a mannequin more, but as of now, it's pretty fun. Plus I get to wear adorable/hot clothes that I can't afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one blue dress, and it was sooo cute. it was layered at the bottom, you know like those skirts? I wanted to buy it but I only had 10 bucks on me. Whoops. Sorry, got off track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 of the people that passed stared or walked up to the window. I felt all accomplished when this really hot guy came up to the window and started dancing, and I didn't break my concentration. He walked away saying, "She's good, she's good.." so obviously he'd been succesful with others before me. Haha, I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was pretty much holding my own the first half; I didn't lose my concentration (we're not supposed to smile--or show any emotion at all) . I'm so used to smiling at people as they look at me, walking on the street, but I couldn't while I was in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hilarious is the amount of people that ask, 'Is she real?' or just stare at you until you take a deep breath and they're like 'Yeah, she's breathing.' The staring is the worst. I'm so amused by the fact that there is a real live person in the window, yet they think I'm plastic. I was standing nexto to the plastic ones, for crap's sake, they didn't even have heads! &lt;em&gt;That's&lt;/em&gt; what the plastic ones look like. They're not supposed to look real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it pretty amusing/a little annoying when people try to distract me. They didn't get to me until after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a healthy lunch of Chick-fil-A fries, I felt all energized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 15 minutes in, I broke my concentration by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this old woman, in her 50's or 60's, trying to make me smile. She started making this strage face and sticking her tongue out at me. The whole thing was just so ridiculous, I not only smiled but I laughed. Strike one. But they don't really care if you lose it a few times, they actually don't even notice ('they' being the talent scout or store managers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I smiled at this little kid, because he was so cute. His mother was holding his hand as they sped on by, and he simply waved at me. It was just so cute and innocent, a smiled. Strike two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also smiled when my Dad walked by. But he doesn't count because he's not a stranger. Strike three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at some other people (strike four, five, six) but they weren't very interesting. Except for this one girl who kapt walking back and forth in front of me like an egyptian. That was kind of funny. Well, you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards when I was shopping around at the Cary Town Center mall, there were some guys whispering behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the girl from that store!"&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"The one we saw in the window!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time I was talking to Jacob on the phone and pretended not to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of my experiences of being a mannequin, I'll prolly have loads of interesting and hilarious stories to tell. But until then, I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oO Laurie Xx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110653825587182860?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110653825587182860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110653825587182860&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110653825587182860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110653825587182860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/01/through-glass-window.html' title='Through the Glass Window'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110645706716970188</id><published>2005-01-23T06:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T00:11:07.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobophobia ~ The Fear of Phobias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Something that has always been intriguing to me is all the phobias out there. There are some really weird ones, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, for your enjoyment, I have collaborated a list of the strangest--or at least pretty funny--ones I could find. I'll occasionally add comments or a name to which the phobia may apply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phobophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of phobias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ablutophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of washing or bathing. ~ &lt;em&gt;Mr. Forringer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alektorophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of chickens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arachibutyrophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth. ~ &lt;em&gt;What!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aulophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of flutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bolshephobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of Bolsheviks. ~ &lt;em&gt;I added this because I have no idea what the f a Bolshevik is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catoptrophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of mirrors. ~ &lt;em&gt;Ugly people in general.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cryophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of extreme cold, ice or frost. ~ &lt;em&gt;Me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decidophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of making decisions. ~ &lt;em&gt;I decided I had decidophobia hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ephebiphobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of teenagers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eurotophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of female genitalia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of long words. ~ &lt;em&gt;Whoever came up with this phobia has one hell of a sense of humor. It's f-ing ridiculous! Look how long the word is!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lachanophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of vegetables. ~&lt;em&gt; I can imagine someone with this Phobia as a little kid--"Eat your fruits and veggies!" "HOLY CRAP NO!!" (runs away)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Metrophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear or hatred of poetry. ~ &lt;em&gt;Everyone, after 7th Grade English with Mr. Mac (this also goes for grammar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misophobia&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Mysophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of being contaminated with dirt or germs. ~ &lt;em&gt;Monk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nomatophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of names. ~ &lt;em&gt;"Hello, what's your name?" "I HAVE NO NAME GET AWAY FROM ME FOOL!" (okay that one was a littl eover the top)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panophobia&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Pantophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of everything. ~ &lt;em&gt;haha, sucks for them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peladophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of bald people. ~ &lt;em&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pupaphobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of puppets. ~ &lt;em&gt;I guess they didn't watch sesame street as a child..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psychrophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of cold. ~ &lt;em&gt;Once again, me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sesquipedalophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of long words. ~ &lt;em&gt;Okay, this one is more reasonable. But it's still a damn long word.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trichopathophobia&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Trichophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of hair. ~ &lt;em&gt;Do people actually have these phobias&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of urine or urinating. ~ &lt;em&gt;Really. I'm starting to wonder how these people survive the crap that goes on in daily life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walloonphobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of the Walloons. ~ &lt;em&gt;I don't know what a Walloon is. But it's fun to say, especially if you hold out the "oo".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xanthophobia&lt;/strong&gt;- Fear of the color yellow or the word yellow. ~ &lt;em&gt;1 in every 10 people have this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So there you are. The oddest of the odd. Actually I prolly missed some hilarious ones. Actually these aren't very weird at all. Okay some of them are. I couldn't find: corn, penis, monkeys, crap, feet, or brushing teeth (i really wanted this one for mr forringer, but oh well).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed the list of phobias. I got 'em from PhobiaList.com, i beleive. Check it out for the full list, it's pretty funny to laugh at people's problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;!~ Laurie ~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110645706716970188?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110645706716970188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110645706716970188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110645706716970188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110645706716970188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/01/phobophobia-fear-of-phobias.html' title='Phobophobia ~ The Fear of Phobias'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110626505402879154</id><published>2005-01-21T00:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T18:50:54.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blockbuster: there IS a late fee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok. I know you've all seen the new blockbuster commercial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"No more late fees! No more late fees! No..more..late..fees?" (followed by an annoying anthem of 'it's ooooooveeer')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you know what i'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I was wondering. What are they talking about, no more late fees? Does that mean you can just, like, &lt;em&gt;take&lt;/em&gt; the movie? I mean what are they gonna do, &lt;em&gt;charge&lt;/em&gt; you for it? It doesn't make any friggin' sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I took the liberty of finding out for myself, and investigated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"No return dates! No late fees! Unlimited DVDs!" it says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(This reminds me of another commercial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I forgot what we were talking about. Oh, that's right! The catch.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I saw it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All for one low monthly fee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But it doesn't stop there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I investigated further, looking at the No Late Fees FAQs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="713"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can I keep movie and game rentals as long as I want now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;A: Movie and game rentals are still due back by the due date shown on your receipt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="715"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;What if I forget to bring back a movie or game? Won't you charge me something at some point? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;A: If you still have a movie or game seven (7) days after the due date shown on your receipt, we will convert your rental to a sale. The movie or game will be sold to you at the selling price in effect at the time of rental, which is either the retail price, or, when available, at the previously-rented selling price, less the initial rental fee you paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="723"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are the full movie and game rental terms now that BLOCKBUSTER® has stopped charging late fees?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;A: Movie and game rentals are due back at the date and time stated on the transaction receipt. There is no additional charge if a member keeps a rental item beyond the pre-paid rental period. However, if a member chooses to keep a rental item more than a week after the end of the rental period, Blockbuster will automatically convert the rental to a sale on the eight (8th) day after the end of the rental period. Blockbuster will charge the membership account the selling price for the item in effect at the time of the rental. The selling price will be discounted by the amount of the initial rental fee paid by the member at the time of rental. If the member returns the item within 30 days of the sale date, Blockbuster will credit back to the membership account the amount previously charged to the member’s account or the member’s credit card, as applicable, for the selling price of the item, but the member will be charged a minimal restocking fee. All rental items must be returned to the proper BLOCKBUSTER® store. These rental terms are subject to change without notice at any time. Participating stores only. Additional membership rules apply for rentals. See participating BLOCKBUSTER store for details. BLOCKBUSTER name, design and related marks are trademarks of Blockbuster Inc. ©2005 Blockbuster Inc. All rights reserved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there you are. Indeed, it IS the end of late fees...but if you keep the movie seven days PAST the due date, you have to PAY for the whole friggin' thing, &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;addition to&lt;/em&gt; the monthly fee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For &lt;a href="http://www.blockbuster.com/corporate/displayFAQDetails.action?faqId=1090566#721"&gt;more information&lt;/a&gt;, or if you just like listening to the &lt;a href="http://www.blockbuster.com/nolatefees/index.html"&gt;"It's Over" theme&lt;/a&gt;, click on one of the links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;        ^FAQs                                                            ^intro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So be careful, folks. Don't sprint to the nearest Blockbuster and expect to rent a $3 movie and keep it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because you won't. It's all a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Laurie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110626505402879154?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110626505402879154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110626505402879154&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110626505402879154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110626505402879154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/01/blockbuster-there-is-late-fee.html' title='Blockbuster: there IS a late fee!'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110618211410995443</id><published>2005-01-20T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T16:40:49.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Being White Sucks (Part I) complete with thesauraus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, so being white doesn't always suck. But we definatley get the shaft on some crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1: We can't say cool words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of us can agree that we don't have cool words. For example, everyone knows we can't say "The N Word". And you know how ghetto people, and some misguided white people, add 'yo' to the end of everything? It doesn't sound cool when we say it. Same with the "izzle" stuff. I mean don't even try it. It won't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason #2: We don't have as cool music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hip hop, rap, r&amp;amp;b. When you hear it, you're just like wow that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;Well, blaring Nickle Creek doesn't really have the same effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're in your car and suddenly you can feel the bass coming your way. The vibration starts to shake your car. Drinks fall over. Passengers are thrown about. Children are injured. Then the car, blaring G-Unit, Terror Squad, or Murder Inc. passes by. Suddenly your playing Britney Spears on volume level 7 just isn't the same, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when white people try to rap a song they know all the words to because it's their favorite song EV, people start getting hurt. Unless you're Eminem. (NOTE TO VANILLA ICE: you count double. don't ever rap again.) Especially, refering to reason #1, when you listen to the not-edited version. Try remebering to forget to say The N Word. And when you quote it on your profile, you either have to somehow edit it out or replace the word with a smiley face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which isn't very cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's bad enough that I come from Durham Academy, where everyone (the majority of which is white) thinks they're gangster (*coughstevenwheeze*)..or should I say "gansta". A this year suddenly I'm surrounded by REAL gangsters. I mean, gangstas. And most of them live in the ghetto. An 80-pound, 5' 1'' white girl should fear for her life.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that's not true. Most of them are pretty cool. But anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I have provided a list of&lt;strong&gt; WHITE&lt;/strong&gt; phrases translated into &lt;strong&gt;GHETTO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thesauraus!!&lt;/strong&gt; of phrases. White vs. "Not White". (ps thesauraus is not a ghetto word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White. Hey, you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ghetto. Sup playa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;White. Want to hang out at my house after school?&lt;br /&gt;Ghetto. Wanna chill at the hizzouse afta skizzle, yo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White. Me and my friends are going to see Clay Aiken in concert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ghetto. Me an' ma homies is goin' to the Jay Z concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;White. That's neat-o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ghetto. That's the shizznit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;White. We're doing the Macarena!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ghetto. We be leanin' back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;White. I miss Elvis!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ghetto. I miss Tupac!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok I better stop before I get myself any deeper in politically incorrect shit. Hope you thouroughly enjoyed my cultural lesson. After all, I should know. I'm both white and gangsta!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;$$: Laurie :$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110618211410995443?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110618211410995443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110618211410995443&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110618211410995443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110618211410995443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-being-white-sucks-part-i-complete.html' title='Why Being White Sucks (Part I) complete with thesauraus!'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110609456828228290</id><published>2005-01-19T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T19:34:02.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>math + sleeping = really bad dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So this morning I woke up feeling pretty much like crap. Then I went out into the mother fucking cold and knew it was not going to be a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So by 6th period, I was friggin' drained. Since Ms. Ahlstrom doesn't let anyone leave to go to the bathroom or get water anymore (i have a ton of ghetto people in my class who leave randomly and don't come back because they think it's gangsta) I was like die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I fell asleep during math. Mrs. Bennet like didn't even mind. She didn't even say like get up. She just let me sleep. That was cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway. You know how like when your radio alarm goes off in the morning, and what they're talking about on the radio like gets into your dreams? Well I had some crazy weird dreams while we were learning about..actually I forgot what it was. I was sleeping, remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do y'all remember around the beginning of sixth grade, like 3 years ago, when all those shark attacks were going on? Yeah well one morning Bob &amp;amp; Madison was playing into my dreams and I would dream about whatever they were talking about, which were the shark attacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I was dreaming about sharks and the ocean and boats. The shark was like RAAAAAAR and the people were like AHHHHHH and it was pretty cool. Next thing I know, there's two women sitting on a boat discussing some *miracle weight loss pill!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm so fat," one says. "You can lose weight with...The Body Furnace!" or whatever not-working weightloss medication it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then the boat turned into a car that I got a great deal on without any negotiations! Only 1000 dollars down! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah that was a pretty weird dream experience. Remind me to tell you guys about the time I slept walked in 3rd grade sometime..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I gotta go tame a get-away honeymoon horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you knoOW :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110609456828228290?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110609456828228290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110609456828228290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110609456828228290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110609456828228290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/01/math-sleeping-really-bad-dreams.html' title='math + sleeping = really bad dreams'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110602267283876963</id><published>2005-01-18T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T19:16:45.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Dance...REVOLUTION x-treme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn. 3-day weekend is over. Too bad I wasted all of saturday, so it was really just a two-day weekend. So I went to the Duke game last night--Duke vs. UVA. We dominated, obviously, winning 80-something to 60-something. Duke owns. (NOTE: DUKE-#4 CAROLINA-#6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I went back to my cousin Caroline's house -- *Happy B-Day!* -- and we played Dance Dance Revolution Extreme for like an hour. That game is so addicting, man. But I'm only good at the beginner level. I tryed the 'light' level..that was pretty intense. Then standard level was like crazy intense. Heavy was like holy crap intense. And then you hafta unlock the challenger level, or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunatley, the dance moves learned in a videogame don't really give you street cred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;~*(Laurie)*~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110602267283876963?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110602267283876963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110602267283876963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110602267283876963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110602267283876963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/01/dance-dancerevolution-x-treme.html' title='Dance Dance...REVOLUTION x-treme'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110584713991651827</id><published>2005-01-16T01:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T22:45:39.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take cover. 8th Grade gang members are after you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok so anyways, on Thursday there was supposedly a gang-related fight and one kid got knocked out and was/is in the hospital. And then there was reason to beleive that a shootout would take place at school the next day. So the school was surrounded by police cars, cops everywhere. There were a ton of rumors going around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really, kids. Don't bring guns to school. As we were discussing on the bus on the way home yesterday, at least find something to do with them during the school day. DOn't put 'em in your pockets! It's the first place the cops look! I mean for the love of crap, at least bury it out front or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But really. Don't bring guns to school, kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I was pretty excited about the shootout. I wanted to stick around to watch, but I had to go home. I doubt it's ever going to happen. But, I mean, there ain't shit going on at DA, so it's pretty thrilling when something cool like that happens.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you guys (meaning DA peeps) remember last year when everyone was freaking out over the party where some people passed around a bottle of beer, or something? And then there was a high school party? The next day like the 8th grade gathered on the sidewalk and listened as the teachers discussed making right decisions and shit like that. I mean everyone was freaking out. I look back and laugh. But not really, because it would look weird. Like if I was pondering, staring into space and suddenly started laughing. A little awkward for the person sitting next to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(actually laurie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110584713991651827?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110584713991651827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110584713991651827&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110584713991651827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110584713991651827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/01/take-cover-8th-grade-gang-members-are.html' title='Take cover. 8th Grade gang members are after you.'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10183894.post-110584653186253215</id><published>2005-01-16T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T22:35:31.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap! A Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Um, hi. Welcome to Laurie's Obsession. Which, oddly enough, is indeed &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; an obsession. Just a little heads up there. Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So after an unsufficiently funny subject line for this post, I've already got my work cut out for me doing some damage control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So I'm gonna start out my blog here with a runthrough of my day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10:00 woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10:01 ate two tootsie rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10:13 ate two more tootsie rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10:15 ate another tootsie roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10:45 got out of bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;okay we're gonna speed this up here and skip ahead to 2:17, where i am challenged by extreme bordom. Hint: bordom 1, Laurie 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2:17 gathered all tootsie roll wrappers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2:23 smoothed out tootsie roll wrappers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2:32 stacked the wrappers in piles of 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2:33-10:29 PM: Ate a lot of tootsie rolls, added the wrappers to the collection. As you will find at the bottom of my AIM profile, I presently have 92 wrappers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I also donated, in hopes of talking to a celebrity, $50 to the Tsunami Aid Relief Fund. ACtually it was my Dad's credit card. I guess I shouldn't have put it in my name. I watched the Aid Concert on TV. I really wanted Kenny Chesney or George Cloony or Britany Murphy to answer the phone, but no such luck. Instead I got Jennifer. WHo is in Virginia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wonder if I could have talked to Usher..? That woulda been awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10183894-110584653186253215?l=lauriesobsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/feeds/110584653186253215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10183894&amp;postID=110584653186253215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110584653186253215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10183894/posts/default/110584653186253215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauriesobsession.blogspot.com/2005/01/holy-crap-post.html' title='Holy Crap! A Post!'/><author><name>*Laurie*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905380225073899455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://jbiel.tabulas.com/lauriesobsestgal/thumbs/goodpicsmall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
