<?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-6369346</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:08:49.957-05:00</updated><category term='summer'/><category term='sad'/><category term='pet peeves'/><category term='to do list'/><category term='asl'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='politics'/><category term='family'/><category term='documentaries'/><category term='random'/><category term='video'/><category term='nz'/><category term='music'/><category term='tv'/><category term='dream'/><category term='school'/><category term='photos'/><category term='work'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>of dishrags and raisins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>572</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-2355668443139252812</id><published>2009-06-20T02:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:52:59.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is for late nights watching TV... and you know, other things too...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; Forensic Files on truTV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Harry-Potter-lecole-sorciers-Rowling/dp/2070518426"&gt;Harry Potter a l'ecole des sorciers&lt;/a&gt; by J.K. Rowling (French Harry Potter), &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ill-Scream-Later-Marlee-Matlin/dp/1439102856/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1245480130&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;I'll Scream Later&lt;/a&gt; by Marlee Matlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Oscar Nominated movie 'Rachel Getting Married' today... and was completely unimpressed.  It was possibly the most contrived film I've ever seen.  It tried way to hard to be a hard hitting emotional roller coaster of a movie and still failed to make me feel anything but boredom.  In other watching things news... I've devoted the past few weeks to the TV series 'Lost'... mostly because I had seen random episodes and needed to understand it.  It's most definitely an addicting show, but after watching the fifth season, I don't know how I feel about it anymore.  I really did like it through the third season, then I got into the fourth season and wanted to like it, but it was starting to disappoint me.  The fifth season made me sad... it wasn't fun to watch, mostly because it seems like it's setting up for an unimpressive sixth season.  I really hope the show shapes up, because it is super interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm sitting upstairs listening to the TV and thunderstorm, waiting for sleep to come.  Also, I just re-read the paragraph that I wrote and found it highly impersonal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-2355668443139252812?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/2355668443139252812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=2355668443139252812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/2355668443139252812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/2355668443139252812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2009/06/currently-listening-to-forensic-files.html' title='Summer is for late nights watching TV... and you know, other things too...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8435231801424344692</id><published>2009-06-03T18:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:44:32.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;a href="Negative%20%20http://www.google.com/search?q=negative+project+jenny+project+jan&amp;amp;ie=utf-8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;aq=t&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a"&gt;Negative&lt;/a&gt; by Project Jenny, Project Jan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt;  3 books... &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blue-Bloods-Novel/dp/0786838922"&gt;Blue Bloods&lt;/a&gt; by Melissa de la Cruz, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Giver-Lois-Lowry/dp/0440237688/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1244068090&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Giver&lt;/a&gt; by Lois Lowry &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Moab-My-Washpot-Stephen-Fry/dp/1569472025/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1244068119&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Moab is My Washpot&lt;/a&gt; by Stephen Fry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is proving to be an exceptionally boring summer.  I've spent so much time sleeping/reading/watching TV and I've only been home for 2 weeks.  I am having fun experimenting in the kitchen though, I've been cooking for my mom &amp;amp; dad.  I guess that's all I'm going to blog about, I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8435231801424344692?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8435231801424344692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8435231801424344692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8435231801424344692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8435231801424344692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-9218812303795990603</id><published>2009-05-30T23:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:07:34.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nz'/><title type='text'>This time I mean it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt;  A &lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/mugglecast/"&gt;Harry Potter Podcast&lt;/a&gt;... (I'm a dork)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Doctor-Who-Martha-Dan-Abnett/dp/1846075610"&gt;Doctor Who - The Story of Martha&lt;/a&gt; (Also a dork)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, it's been a long time since I've written anything... I'm not sure why, I just kinda got out of the habit of telling everyone what I've been up to, but now is as good a time as any to start again.  I'm in New Baltimore again for the summer... to make a long story short, I spent the first week of my summer vacation working in Wisconsin at a really awful job at what used to be a really great water park.  It sucked.  A lot.  And they had us living in the most awful housing I've ever been to, and I lived for a week in a &lt;a href="http://www.millionplacesonearth.com/images/grand%20bure.JPG"&gt;bure&lt;/a&gt;.  So, I - as well as Nicole - quit.  We stayed for a night at a hotel so that I could fill my quota for going down water slides for the summer.  We ended up staying at the Kalahari for an amazing price and after hearing our sob story from our job, the girl at reception upgraded us to an amazing suite.  It was pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm pretty much staying home, although I'm doing all the cooking and cleaning for mom &amp;amp; dad and being reimbursed monetarily... which is better than being in the hole in Wisconsin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I think I will never go back to the state of Wisconsin, there are 2 great things that I had the chance to experience.  Cheese Curds and Fairy Food.  Yes, they're both food.  Which just shows that Wisconsin doesn't have anything to offer but food.  Anyways, Cheese Curds are pretty great, but turns out that Fairy Food is my long lost love &lt;a href="http://www.roadfood.com/photos/9441.jpg"&gt;Hokey Pokey&lt;/a&gt; from New Zealand.  So that was exciting.  Otherwise, Wisconsin can suck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this summer I will get some sewing done and maybe get my own web domain, because who doesn't want their own website?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as my roommate sends me the photos from our awful apartment in Wisconsin, I will post them here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-9218812303795990603?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/9218812303795990603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=9218812303795990603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/9218812303795990603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/9218812303795990603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-time-i-mean-it.html' title='This time I mean it....'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-450784633208292169</id><published>2008-12-24T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:49:19.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the wagon</title><content type='html'>Hey... so I'm going to try out blogging again, it lets me empty my brain a little.  Happy Christmas Eve.  My dad fell asleep watching something on the History Channel about Freemasons... which is awkwardly interesting... but that's not the point, the point is that I recognized the narrator's voice as the guy from Dexter and I love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a Christmas get together with the family today @ Aunt Jill's house, got some good stuff... tomorrow we're going to Jason &amp;amp; Becky's for the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh update from whenever I blogged last, I have been working at a Starbucks in Target and I'm frighteningly good at making drinks.  It's amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-450784633208292169?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/450784633208292169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=450784633208292169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/450784633208292169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/450784633208292169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-on-wagon.html' title='Back on the wagon'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8978520172795070973</id><published>2008-08-07T02:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T02:55:05.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shark Attack...</title><content type='html'>So I've been up at school for the last 5 days, moving in &amp;amp; hanging out with the cousin.  Good stuff.  He's big and strong.  One of my roommates, Jayme, has a fish tank with one &lt;a href="http://www.gonta036.com/episode25/red%20zebra%20cichlid2.jpg"&gt;cichlid&lt;/a&gt; in it, so she told me I could get some fish for it &amp;amp; she would take care of it... sounded like a good idea.  Then she explained that her fish, 'lucifer' generally kills anything that enters the tank.  So obviously, I decided to get something that could stand up to this jerk.  The first thing that came to mind was sharks.  Trev &amp;amp; I went to Meijer and got 2 baby sharks... I guess you could say it didn't pan out.  One was savagely gummed until he died, less than three hours later, the other I found floating in the tank this morning.  I didn't even have enough time to name them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove Trev home today, so on the way home we stopped by the outlet mall in Lansing so he could go school shopping.  Good fun.  Oh oh oh and we went to a waterpark on Tuesday up in Gaylord.  It was mediocre, but it had a surf simulator, which was totally worth it.  I boogie boarded most of the time, due to my lack of balance, but I did try surfing.  Trevor was okay at it.  I think that if I try it again, I could probably do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm really sleeping, which is why this is probably ridiculously hard to read... sentence structure isn't my strong suit after about midnight.  Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8978520172795070973?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8978520172795070973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8978520172795070973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8978520172795070973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8978520172795070973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/08/shark-attack.html' title='Shark Attack...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8596540092528320551</id><published>2008-07-31T17:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:37:34.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt;  How the Earth Was Made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.lifehacker.com"&gt;Lifehacker&lt;/a&gt; ... (psst... I'm a nerd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In approximately 4 hours, I am going to go kidnap Trevor, watch a movie, sleep, then wake up and go to Central to move into my new apartment.  I'm excited, I really like the set up of it, its a 3 floor situation.  The basement has two bedrooms &amp;amp; a bathroom... where I'll be living, unfortunately.  The main floor is the living room, kitchen &amp;amp; dining area.  The top floor has 2 more bedrooms &amp;amp; a bathroom/laundry room.  I'm kinda bitter about being in the basement, because I thought that the laundry was down there and it's not.  Whatever, I guess it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a new car stereo next week when I come home to give Trev back to his mom.  Woohoo.  Okay, I don't know what else I have anything else to report.  Oh oh except today was my last day of work.  Yayyyyyyy.  I never want to go back to that godforsaken beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8596540092528320551?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8596540092528320551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8596540092528320551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8596540092528320551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8596540092528320551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-6278982990627510010</id><published>2008-07-28T12:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:54:13.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo.... ahhh.... I've been having weird dreams</title><content type='html'>Last night, I had a dream that I can only explain as ridiculous.  It must have been inspired by seeing Wicked the other night.  I was dreaming that I was at work, at the beach with Cat and Stephanie.  The weather was normal, then all the sudden the temperature dropped about 20 degrees in under 5 minutes.  It started thundering and lightening, so we closed the beach and a bunch of people took refuge inside the pavilion.  I looked outside and it looked kind of threatening so I told Cat &amp;amp; Steph to come with me to the center of the building.  Seconds later, it felt as if the entire building was floating.  It was.  A tornado had picked up the entire building and carried us about 3 miles, past the new Anchor Bay High School on County Line.  The building landed like a plane &amp;amp; all of us, who were surprisingly calm, by the way, could see the landing.  We slowly lowered on the road and skidded to a halt on a patch of land near Marine City Highway.  It was sooo bizarre.  I don't even remember how I got home, but I remember going to the park the next day and seeing the small amount of the pavilion that was left at the park, which was just a few studs.  Mike yelled at me for it.  Tool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-6278982990627510010?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/6278982990627510010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=6278982990627510010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6278982990627510010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6278982990627510010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/07/sooo-ahhh-ive-been-having-weird-dreams.html' title='Sooo.... ahhh.... I&apos;ve been having weird dreams'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-7563331457367394625</id><published>2008-07-24T23:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:40:27.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Escargot &amp; Chablis</title><content type='html'>So... I'm watching Family Guy and Brian (the dog) goes on a date with this girl... and she pronounces everything wrong.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://willivan.com/Images/family-guy-brian-with-martini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://willivan.com/Images/family-guy-brian-with-martini.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Apparently it is /es-car-got/ and /chab-lis/.  I love it.  I wish I wasn't one of those people who liked Family guy, but I am.  I really and truly am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an exciting update, I am going to Lansing on Saturday to go see Wicked with Jason &amp;amp; Becky.  I'm very excited, I've pretty much become a slave to the soundtrack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I have one week until I go back up to CMU!  Woo hoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to sleep, I have a doctor's appointment early in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-7563331457367394625?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/7563331457367394625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=7563331457367394625' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/7563331457367394625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/7563331457367394625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/07/escargot-chablis.html' title='Escargot &amp; Chablis'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-3237546994715926381</id><published>2008-07-07T23:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:31:17.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>eventful week...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting.  I suck during summer.  Anyways, Coop &amp; I went out to Algonac to see the fireworks on Saturday and it ended up that he took us out on his boat.  Here comes the fun part.  His waterproof box, which contained both of our phones, plus my ID, plus Coop's wallet, plus everything of Trevor's... turned out not to be so waterproof.  2 completely dead cell phones later, we went to Best Buy and they couldn't do anything.  Thank God for insurance.  I only had to pay $50 for a new phone, which isn't horrible.  And then today, Best Buy called &amp; come to find out that my computer is irreparable, so I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to pick out a new one today.  Well, really, I was kind of told which one I could get.  But it isn't a bad one, it's a Sony VAIO.  Pretty shnazzy.  Less than 2 weeks until I go to Chicago!  Oh &amp; Triathlon is Saturday AM... so I'll be dead by Saturday night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-3237546994715926381?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/3237546994715926381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=3237546994715926381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3237546994715926381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3237546994715926381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/07/eventful-week.html' title='eventful week...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-6726918409855668103</id><published>2008-06-11T22:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:02:49.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>I finally had a reason for not posting... the crazy storms knocked out my cable &amp; internet for a few days.  Anyways, they were uneventful to say the least.  I can't even remember what happened.  Today was... work.  So yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-6726918409855668103?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/6726918409855668103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=6726918409855668103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6726918409855668103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6726918409855668103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-7016950698754571676</id><published>2008-06-06T10:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:23:49.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Raise you're hand if you're a tool...</title><content type='html'>So... I've decided to bring back the word tool: (n) A person, typically male, who says or does things that cause you to give them a 'what-are-you-even-doing-here' look. The 'what-are-you-even-doing-here' look is classified by a glare in the tool's direction and is usually accompanied by muttering of how big of a tool they are. The tool is usually someone who is unwelcome but no one has the balls to tell them to get lost. The tool is always making comments that are out-of-place, out-of-line or just plain stupid. The tool is always trying too hard to fit in, and because of this, never will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you urban dictionary, for your definition.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I work with a giant tool at the beach now.  He makes me crazy and he attacked (verbally...) me when he found out I don't go to church.  This kid just turned 18 and he's the epitome of a tool.  He wears tennis shoes to the beach.  Come on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going pretty well besides that kid, who I dread working with because he's so effing annoying.  I finally made a schedule that Mike approved of, so we can move on with our lives.  He made me do one for the entire month of June.  Gahhhhhhh.  That was kinda hard.  But whatever, I did an okay job :).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have my water test at the pool, so I can officially save lives.  It should be easy enough, we have to go over some water saves to refresh our memories, then I'm pretty sure we have to swim a 500, which won't be too bad, the only part that sucks is the whole breathing under water thing.  I did realize I've been making a huge mistake when swimming, &amp; I've been doing it forever.  When you breathe, you're supposed to breathe out when you're under water... I always held my breath, then tried to breathe out then breathe in while I had my head turned out of the water.  That doesn't work.  I had to train myself the other day not to do that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a picture of the new waterfront in the next week or so, it looks really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-7016950698754571676?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/7016950698754571676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=7016950698754571676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/7016950698754571676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/7016950698754571676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/06/raise-youre-hand-if-youre-tool.html' title='Raise you&apos;re hand if you&apos;re a tool...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-5814301519508852124</id><published>2008-05-27T09:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:05:04.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The last few days... were something special indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; New Shoes by Paulo Nutini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt; I am in the middle of 3 or 4 books right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Yes, I know I haven't updated.  Oops.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;I had a meeting at the Rec with Hoffard.  I got head lifeguard!  Woohoo.  I think that's probably the only thing of interest I did on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Work at the beach, we had to put in lines, and Catherine Trombly, my savior, had a wetsuit, so she braved the harsh waters of Anchor Bay and I staved off hypothermia.  Then I had my absolute last day ever of work at The Village of East Harbor.  I totally quit and I feel very good about it.  I hated that job and apparently they didn't like me much either, going by my complete lack of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Cat, Brenden &amp; I worked at the beach again today, doing pretty much the same thing.  I yet again escaped without going in the water, since Brenden seemed to think that he had to prove his manhood by saying that he's done this before.  I ran with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: &lt;br /&gt;I went to the movies with Dad, Jason &amp; Becky to see the new Indiana Jones movie.  It was weird.  I'm not going to ruin it for anyone, but it was definitely weird.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:  &lt;br /&gt;First official day guarding.  It wasn't supposed to be warm enough for people to swim, and truth be told, it really wasn't, but the water was overrun with kids, so Steph, Cat &amp; I had to make sure they didn't die.  It was a long day... and we didn't have our guard chairs yet, so we were standing all day.  That amounts to swollen feet if you're wondering.  Oh and duh, Coop came home yesterday, so she hung out with us at the beach for a few hours.  It was good fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-5814301519508852124?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/5814301519508852124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=5814301519508852124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5814301519508852124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5814301519508852124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-few-days-were-something-special.html' title='The last few days... were something special indeed'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-3072245881390925367</id><published>2008-05-14T23:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:50:39.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently watching:&lt;/b&gt; Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt; You... On a Diet by Dr. OZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm getting bored with the black background... we'll see how this works.  I'd like to be able to put a picture in the background... but I don't know how.  I'll learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-3072245881390925367?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/3072245881390925367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=3072245881390925367' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3072245881390925367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3072245881390925367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-layout.html' title='New Layout :)'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-3187635167816691181</id><published>2008-05-11T01:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:21:25.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These dreams have to mean something...</title><content type='html'>So, can I tell you that I had another ridiculous dream last night?  But not only did I have a weird dream, I had deja vu while having my dream.  I only remember part of this dream, but it started out with a pool full of volleyballs.  The pool was less than a foot deep at the nearest end, and approximately 3 feet deep at the other end and as long as an olympic swimming pool.  About 6 feet past this pool is another pool, again, as long as an olympic swimming pool, but this time it is quite deep and full of very sinister things... I'm assuming sharks and/or alligators.  Fifty feet above this pool is a slab of marble with spikes on the bottom that is the size of the swimming pool.  So... this dream was kind of like a video game, except it felt very real.  I was with about eight people and the object of the game was to move on to each obstacle.  When you threw a volleyball into the first pool and it hit the bottom, the marble slab dropped and covered the second pool for about 30 seconds.  Everyone had to swim across the first pool and then figure out how to get across the second one, since you couldn't go through it.  If the group continually threw volleyballs at the bottom of the first pool, the slab of marble would stay down longer... long enough for one person to run across it.  I knew that there was a button at the other end of the second pool that would keep the slab down indefinitely so that everyone could get across... but we never got there because one of the people I was with had a wheel barrel and we had to argue about it I guess... then I woke up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have had this dream before... its soooo weird.  I had another episode of deja vu today while my mom and I were gardening.  Ahh... anyways, the garden is coming along nicely.  I would post more but I'm falling asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-3187635167816691181?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/3187635167816691181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=3187635167816691181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3187635167816691181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3187635167816691181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/05/these-dreams-have-to-mean-something.html' title='These dreams have to mean something...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-3292974187801871975</id><published>2008-05-08T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T14:28:21.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful Morning?</title><content type='html'>This morning I was up at the crack of 7:46am... Cat &amp; I had to go to the pool to get our certifications for lifeguarding this summer.  We ended up staying till about 8:20, talking to coach &amp; Schimers.  Cat drove me home... and then it hit me... I forgot my house key.  Damnit.  I had gone so long without locking myself out of something... and then I go and do this.  I did have keys to the garage and all of the cars we have, so no worries :(.  We got into the garage and looked around for some keys, none of which could get us into my house.  We eventually found the ladder and put it up to my bedroom window (yeah, on the second floor...) because that was the only open window in the house.  Cat crawled in and let me back into my house.  Then I fell asleep for about 4 hours.  Start of a good day I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-3292974187801871975?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/3292974187801871975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=3292974187801871975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3292974187801871975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3292974187801871975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/05/eventful-morning.html' title='Eventful Morning?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1313387103827248714</id><published>2008-05-06T13:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:49:07.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my more bizarre dreams</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to my cat meowing fervently... apparently he wanted to go outside.  It's really weird having a cat who refuses to use the litter box, instead opting to go outside... but whatev, its easier for us.  Anyways, I fell back asleep... an into the weirdest dream I've had in a while.  I was living on campus at school in Barnes, the international dorm.  At some point during the dream, someone stole my shirt and I didn't seem to be wearing a bra, so I walked around holding my boobs.  Then I found my roommate, a girl that I know, and don't particularly like, from the CDO department.  Anyways, I had to ask her which dorm room we lived in, because I forgot.  Turns out it was 120.  Then I went in there and magically had a shirt on again.  It was the weirdest dorm room, pretty much set up like a hotel room, with 2 double beds, that were supposed to sleep 4 people in total.  It was awkward.  Then my friends Erin and Christina decided to spend the night and sleep on the floor.  Then I walked around the dorm again and found a pool... which was pretty sweet, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out why there was a pool there.  And then I found Nicole, who was another one of my roommates and we went swimming.  Then I woke up, really confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1313387103827248714?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1313387103827248714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1313387103827248714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1313387103827248714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1313387103827248714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-of-my-more-bizarre-dreams.html' title='One of my more bizarre dreams'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-5237016522120389937</id><published>2008-05-03T00:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:00:07.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyra Just Killed My Soul</title><content type='html'>So... I'm sitting here watching TV with the roommate and due to a lack of actual programming, we found the Tyra Banks show.  She just hit a new low.  To preface this, let me just say that I am all for equality of any sort... and also, I have nothing against people who aren't skinny, because obviously, I am not.  I draw the line at the phrase "Women of Size", closely followed by "Size Activism".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's another thing.  If you look at my family, more notably the women in my family, you will understand that none of us are skinny.  In fact, we are all plus sized.  Guess what?  We are all healthy.  That's the difference between healthy and morbidly obese.  And promoting obesity is the same as promoting anorexia and bulimia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, she is acting like obesity has no affect at all on health.  Gahhhhhhh.  I really want to punch Tyra.  She is in a position of power and should be promoting a healthy lifestyle.  Okay, so if you never want to read my blog again, that's fine, but I can't deal with the perpetuation of any eating disorders.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Tyra, skinny people aren't the only ones with eating disorders.  Dumb bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-5237016522120389937?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/5237016522120389937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=5237016522120389937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5237016522120389937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5237016522120389937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/05/tyra-just-killed-my-soul.html' title='Tyra Just Killed My Soul'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8339026339443333027</id><published>2008-04-27T21:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:34:21.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised...</title><content type='html'>Me as a dude.  Hahahahahaha.  Yeah, I'm not convincing, but I can try really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-619.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v235/230/62/21702619/n21702619_36740617_8364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-619.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v235/230/62/21702619/n21702619_36740617_8364.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8339026339443333027?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8339026339443333027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8339026339443333027' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8339026339443333027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8339026339443333027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-promised.html' title='As promised...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-4949879381042013374</id><published>2008-04-19T21:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:21:57.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me just dig my own nerdy grave.</title><content type='html'>So... I've come up with a few creative endeavors for the summer... including but not limited to making my own Tivo.  Because I'm amazing.  And I can make it super easy and cheap.  And no subscription to pay for.  And yeah.  I'm sweet.  And it can run right from my computer :)  I'm really excited.  And yes, I know I'm a nerd.  Whateva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-4949879381042013374?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/4949879381042013374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=4949879381042013374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/4949879381042013374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/4949879381042013374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-me-just-dig-my-own-nerdy-grave.html' title='Let me just dig my own nerdy grave.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8750706026001060101</id><published>2008-04-15T14:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T15:07:19.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If my life were any busier, I think I would explode</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; A video about class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt;nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I have had no time at all to blog, but I would have to agree that it was pretty pathetic that Bean had to find out about how amazing I was in the drag show from Cat's blog.  Anyways, it is pride week at Central, and as the new Co-President of the GSA, I have a lot to do...  As soon as someone gets me some photos from the drag show, I'll post them here.  But until then, you must wait :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was contemplating skipping my last class of the day, ASL, since it is pointless to go anymore... and because I have so much to do, but I guess I'll go on the off chance that we actually learn something today.  Then I have BioLife... which I pretty much do to relax anymore, because its just me and my iPod.  I usually end up watching a movie or something on it, so it is quite a nice break from the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to tomorrow, we're having a Banquet for Pride Week, followed by a Formal.  I have a pretty dress.  Don't tell mom I bought one ;)  Butttt I planned for it in my budget for the semester and I'm sewing the wrap/sash thing myself so its cheap.  I need to learn how to use a sewing machine this summer, I really want to be able to sew my own stuff, I think I could be really good at it, especially since all I do anymore when I am bored is drawing dresses in the margins of my notebooks and on napkins.  I'm such a girl that it hurts.  Also, I want to incorporate recycled materials into making stuff... because I'm kinda green :).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess this is it for today, I have to pretend to be paying attention to the movie we're watching in class today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8750706026001060101?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8750706026001060101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8750706026001060101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8750706026001060101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8750706026001060101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-my-life-were-any-busier-i-think-i.html' title='If my life were any busier, I think I would explode'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1049273426616225304</id><published>2008-04-03T17:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T16:40:08.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the privileged children of the towers...</title><content type='html'>So I have a meeting in the Carey Hall Lobby today at six, for all of you non-CMU students, it is one of the 7 residence halls that make up the towers, a giant-mega complex of dorms, a dining hall, a store, a computer lab, a video rental store and classrooms.  I figured that I would show up early and go downstairs to the Towers Computer Lab to check my email and inevitably, facebook.  As I walk downstairs to the lab, I rent a video from the video store, then make my way to the basement.  Looking ahead of me, I see the lab has undergone some construction, now it houses a Java City Coffee shop.  The Towers residents are too spoiled.  Anyways, unphased by this merger of a computer lab and coffee shop, I walk in, only to be stopped by a deskie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have your chip ID?  I need to scan it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you a towers resident?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, then you can't use this lab, this is exclusively for towers residents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank stare.&lt;/blockquote&gt;  There are about 20 computers, mostly macs, and two of them are occupied.  She decided to be nice and let me in, illegally.  Why, as an over inflated tuition paying student at CMU, can I not use one of the many computers my tuition money has gone towards purchasing?  Oh Towers.  I hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1049273426616225304?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1049273426616225304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1049273426616225304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1049273426616225304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1049273426616225304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-privileged-children-of-towers.html' title='Oh the privileged children of the towers...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8902428218455833139</id><published>2008-03-30T18:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:07:43.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't remember what I was going to write today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt;  Jazzy tunes from the coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt; Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an interesting weekend even though I have no idea what it was that I was going to write about today... although I think that Jill might remember.  Anyways, I bought my grandma's Toyota Camry this weekend!  Woohoo.  It's not a bad car, I think its a 1994, but its a Toyota, so it will last forever.  I'm stoked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an accidental adventure, for being a Saturday.  I went to an early breakfast with my mom, then we drove around and ended up in Port Huron... so we went to Canada.  I'm not entirely sure why... but we ended up going to Sarnia.  I got the most amazing thing ever:  A Crunchie Bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/ab/Crunchie_bar.jpg/250px-Crunchie_bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/ab/Crunchie_bar.jpg/250px-Crunchie_bar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate that and was instantly transported back to New Zealand.  Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8902428218455833139?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8902428218455833139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8902428218455833139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8902428218455833139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8902428218455833139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cant-remember-what-i-was-going-to.html' title='I can&apos;t remember what I was going to write today...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-2629014834476654517</id><published>2008-03-02T21:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:37:02.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre mood?  Bizarre post to follow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; Some zombie movie my dad is watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt; Twilight by Stephanie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I'm home for the weekend and its just a few hours until &lt;a href="http://www.talksexwithsue.com/index2.html"&gt;Talk Sex with Sue Johanson&lt;/a&gt;, which is probably the most entertaining show on the planet.  She's pretty much my hero.  Anyways, I'm just home till about Tuesday at noon, then I'm heading back up to school so we can leave for D.C. bright and early @ 6am.  Woohoo.  Then we're driving about 14 hours... sick.  I'm making some good CDs for the ride though, so it will be O.K.  Right now, I can't help but think about baby names and I have no idea why.  But as of right now, I have come up with a few that I want for my future kids.  Don't worry, it won't be for a few years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys: Colin, Ascher, Aiden &lt;br /&gt;Girls: Isabel, Sofia, Francesca &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I don't know where that came from.  In other news, I'm going to go to bed, I'm painfully tired right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-2629014834476654517?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/2629014834476654517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=2629014834476654517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/2629014834476654517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/2629014834476654517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/03/bizarre-mood-bizarre-post-to-follow.html' title='Bizarre mood?  Bizarre post to follow.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-3656365821335520544</id><published>2008-02-23T10:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T10:48:19.114-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Bizarre Dream... again</title><content type='html'>So this bizarre dream was a lot different than my last one.  It was involving my living situation for next year.  I don't remember everyone in the flat I was in, but there were 9 bedrooms.  7 of the bedrooms were in a line and connected by doors on either side of the closet, so that if all of them were open, you could walk through the entire length of the flat.  Anyways, I was the last room, then next to me 2 girls I know were sharing a room, but they don't know each other.  Then next room after that I think Nicole lived in, the one after that, Fifty... And then I don't remember the rest.  The really weird part was that it was inside of Target.  Like you walk behind the customer service desk and there is an entire apartment.  It was really weird...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-3656365821335520544?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/3656365821335520544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=3656365821335520544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3656365821335520544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3656365821335520544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/02/bizarre-dream-again.html' title='Bizarre Dream... again'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8644358301277958146</id><published>2008-02-14T01:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:02:49.859-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Mrrreeeeooowww</title><content type='html'>This is what Louie does to try to wake me up every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you're hungry, I'm sleepy.  Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2alJObBYkdg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2alJObBYkdg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8644358301277958146?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8644358301277958146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8644358301277958146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8644358301277958146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8644358301277958146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/02/mrrreeeeooowww.html' title='Mrrreeeeooowww'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-6577937200006913026</id><published>2008-02-13T12:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:26:20.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... I quickly want to share with you what I dreamed about last night.  It was ridiculous.  All that I really remember was the fact that my cousin Trevor was there, and that people kept leaving hypodermic needles all over the floor and I kept stepping on them.  I really hated that dream, I was so anxious about getting a disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-6577937200006913026?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/6577937200006913026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=6577937200006913026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6577937200006913026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6577937200006913026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/02/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1440938517886454484</id><published>2008-02-13T01:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T02:09:46.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a chess game...</title><content type='html'>I promise this will not be as philosophical as it sounds... this stemmed from a conversation Nicole and I had about the Knight on the chess board... after playing an intense game of chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this King guy, he's here to be served and look glorious.  We'll call him George Bush.  He likes to pick fights with all of the people who can knock him over.  Or nuke him.  And when I say him, I mean us.  And the Queen, well she has to do everything for that slob.  We'll call her Condoleezza Rice.  She's a bitch.  But she can do what she wants.  The Bishops are sneaky... and also they move diagonally.  We'll call them Jeb Bush and and those tricky "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Signing_statements"&gt;signing statements&lt;/a&gt;" that Bush likes so much.  Just in case something goes wrong, Bush has his brother in Florida to fuck things up.  And these signing statements allow him to pass laws that he doesn't have to abide by.  How sideways.  Oh and the Knights.  Well, they're special aren't they?  We'll call them "No Child Left Behind" and Laura Bush.  They seem to aim to do one thing... but get confused half way through and do something completely different... and what would you expect from someone who can only move in the shape of an "L", two steps forward, one to the side.  The Rooks... well, they're just plain destructive.  And since he is quite destructive, we'll just call Dick Cheney both of the Rooks.  He's just a big idiot with a lot of power that likes to push down the skinny dorks on the playground.  And sometimes shoot old men... but that's a different story.  Finally, we have the Pawns.  Or as I like to call them, the military.  Well... the King makes them do his dirty work and usually, they die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1440938517886454484?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1440938517886454484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1440938517886454484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1440938517886454484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1440938517886454484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-as-chess-game.html' title='Life as a chess game...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1393147925202397364</id><published>2008-02-05T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:03:40.456-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asl'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I love the world</title><content type='html'>So this ad aired before the Super Bowl.  No, its not muted, its just amazing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ffrq6cUoE5A&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ffrq6cUoE5A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1393147925202397364?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1393147925202397364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1393147925202397364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1393147925202397364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1393147925202397364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-i-love-world.html' title='Sometimes I love the world'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-6061779260298650537</id><published>2008-01-28T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:03:40.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Oh Tom Cruise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's really lost it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4O2_rZIgrQI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4O2_rZIgrQI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise-isms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KSW - Keep Scientology Working&lt;br /&gt;SP - Suppressive Person&lt;br /&gt;PTSP - Potential Trouble Source Person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-6061779260298650537?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/6061779260298650537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=6061779260298650537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6061779260298650537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6061779260298650537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-tom-cruise.html' title='Oh Tom Cruise...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-6883108158042456684</id><published>2008-01-26T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T17:35:49.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm addicted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; Dude by Your Little Ponies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt;  Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found a website called &lt;a href="http://www.someecards.com/"&gt;someecards&lt;/a&gt; and it has really funny e-cards on it.  I've been looking at different cards for a good hour.   Shit.  Anyways, its been sixteen years since I've updated and you've all lost hope.  I'm sorry.  I'm working on it.  Now I will put up a funny picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.someecards.com/filestorage/con_107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.someecards.com/filestorage/con_107.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-6883108158042456684?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/6883108158042456684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=6883108158042456684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6883108158042456684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6883108158042456684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-addicted.html' title='I&apos;m addicted...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-4990561050574245492</id><published>2008-01-08T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:38:25.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey George, take note...</title><content type='html'>Yes, Mr. Bush, I'm talking to you.  Global Warming is happening.  Right now.  It has been 50 degrees and rainy for the last two days in Mount Pleasant, you know, it the middle of Michigan, in the middle of winter.  What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-4990561050574245492?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/4990561050574245492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=4990561050574245492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/4990561050574245492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/4990561050574245492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-george-take-note.html' title='Hey George, take note...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8642375930500897456</id><published>2007-12-31T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:28:11.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Coke and Sour Patch Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Glamorous&lt;/span&gt; by Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading: &lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone&lt;/span&gt; by J.K. Rowling (Yes, I have the Brit version of the first book.  It's okay, I know you're judging me)&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This is how I'm ringing in my new year.  Laying in bed looking at facebook, drinking a cherry coke (as of midnight I'm saying bye bye to pop) and eating some sour patch kids.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/R3mxLxOU1UI/AAAAAAAACyk/ekWw0RrfVA8/s1600-h/1218070140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/R3mxLxOU1UI/AAAAAAAACyk/ekWw0RrfVA8/s200/1218070140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150342464624973122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I should be sleeping, seeing as how I work in less than eight hours.  Whatev.  Anyways, I won't be watching the ball drop on TV or hanging out with friends when midnight hits, I'll be fast asleep with Fat Louie (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aka&lt;/span&gt; King Louis XVI &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aka&lt;/span&gt; one of my cats) fast asleep under my arm.  Let's take a quick time out to look at how amazing this cat is.  He's half Maine Coon, which is the largest breed of domestic cat.  I have his mom too, Marie Antoinette, but my parents are going to be her foster home because they like her.  They call her Momma.  Anyway, I have a giant kitty and I love him.  At this juncture, I'm going to sign off and go to sleep.  I hope your year was better than mine.  Maybe this one will be amazing.  Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8642375930500897456?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8642375930500897456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8642375930500897456' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8642375930500897456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8642375930500897456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/12/cherry-coke-and-sour-patch-kids.html' title='Cherry Coke and Sour Patch Kids'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/R3mxLxOU1UI/AAAAAAAACyk/ekWw0RrfVA8/s72-c/1218070140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-2002909968288651337</id><published>2007-12-24T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T23:47:34.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how the classy ladies do it.</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay, I'm going to bed, but I have to share a funny picture that my brother sent to me.  Then I'll go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/R3CLLBOU1TI/AAAAAAAACyc/Br1o8x1FLV0/s1600-h/alldressedup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/R3CLLBOU1TI/AAAAAAAACyc/Br1o8x1FLV0/s400/alldressedup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147767395507819826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... I'm kind of an asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-2002909968288651337?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/2002909968288651337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=2002909968288651337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/2002909968288651337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/2002909968288651337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-have-to-get-all-dressed-up-like.html' title='This is how the classy ladies do it.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/R3CLLBOU1TI/AAAAAAAACyc/Br1o8x1FLV0/s72-c/alldressedup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1040423505485494845</id><published>2007-12-24T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T23:34:32.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Part deux... because it's cold</title><content type='html'>As previously mentioned, I hate the winter.  Why?  Because of the snow that inevitably gets inside my shoes.  I really hate that, in part, because I tend to wear weather inappropriate shoes... like my rocketdogs, which are a glorified pair of socks.  Whatever, they were $5.  Anyways, its Christmas Eve and what do I have to show for it?  14 hours at the nursing home tomorrow... unless I can con some sucker into taking my night shift so I'm not a zombie for work the next morning.  It's highly unlikely though.  Oh, that reminds me, I have to still wrap Aunt Jill's present... shit.  If you're reading this, lemme know if you have any idea when we're getting together for Christmas... because I have no idea but I'm at work all day tomorrow.  I've gotten a few presents already, including a bag, some lip balm and a sudoku book from cat, some $$ from the parents &amp;amp; Unka... and some stuff from Auntie M. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the real reason why I blogged today.  Cat showed me a movie that everyone in the world needs to see.  It is important to your life.  It's called &lt;a href="http://www.zeitgeistmovie.com/"&gt;zeitgeist&lt;/a&gt;.  It pretty much says that the government and the churches are corrupt.  And also, I've officially changed my support from Barack Obama, who seems good, to Ron Paul, who is a Republican (gasp).  Yeah I know, I'm the most liberal person most of you know, but he is against the "War on Terror" and wants to get rid of the Federal Reserve.  Both good enough things to win my vote.  If you didn't know, the Federal Reserve has nothing to do with the Federal Government, it's a privately owned banking system that is behind the national debt and is trying to get the US to have a joint currency with Canada and Mexico (bad).  Ever hear of the European Union?  That's what they're trying to do here, but instead, call it the &lt;a href="http://www.humanevents.com/article.php?id=14965"&gt;North American Union&lt;/a&gt;.  And our supposed currency?  The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amero"&gt;Amero&lt;/a&gt;.  How original.  Anyways, I say neg to all of this.  So get informed and go watch the movie.  It's free to watch and all you have to do is go to the &lt;a href="http://www.zeitgeistmovie.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and you can watch it there.  And no, its not the most visually pleasing thing out there, but the information is interesting as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of my rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1040423505485494845?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1040423505485494845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1040423505485494845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1040423505485494845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1040423505485494845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/12/part-deux-because-its-cold.html' title='Part deux... because it&apos;s cold'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8732860916835320428</id><published>2007-12-02T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:18:10.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate the winter... part one</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; Bad Christmas Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt; Clinical Management of Articulatory and Phonological Disorders by Mary E. Gordon-Brannan &amp;amp; Curtis E. Weiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here in Fifi's, I'm having the hardest time actually doing my CDO projects.  Turns out I have approximately 4 due next week... But &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/R1MTjdwPItI/AAAAAAAACyE/YjBkTLhWqtQ/s1600-R/100_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/R1MTjdwPItI/AAAAAAAACyE/YovknkZ0BzU/s200/100_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139473099763163858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alas, I'll come through, I always do.  I'm actually almost finished with one right now, I just have to identify the phonological process errors.  Fantastic.  But Fifi's coffee goes right to my energy stores and explodes them, so I'll be able to work for hours now.  Oh and Tigger, the owner, just went out and got us some BBQ for lunch @ a new restaurant in town called Bar-B-Cuties... not too bad, but it was a little awkward in my mouth.  I do love Tigger though, she's awesome.  And she has the best establishment in Mount Pleasant.  I'd live here if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/R1Mgr9wPIuI/AAAAAAAACyM/fNMpByRRjJk/s1600-R/100_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/R1Mgr9wPIuI/AAAAAAAACyM/BaRixMReIBk/s200/100_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139487539443213026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Mount Pleasant, apparently they do not quite grasp what snow plowing entails.  Instead of plowing to the side of the road like any normal city, they plow right into the middle.  Obviously Mount Pleasant is a little bit behind the times.  Snap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8732860916835320428?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8732860916835320428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8732860916835320428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8732860916835320428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8732860916835320428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-hate-winter-part-one.html' title='I hate the winter... part one'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/R1MTjdwPItI/AAAAAAAACyE/YovknkZ0BzU/s72-c/100_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-7847850836231749728</id><published>2007-11-30T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T12:18:17.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apocalypse... or my car was covered in snow</title><content type='html'>So... I get up this morning after a coma-like sleep to find that my car is completely covered in snow.  And that I don't have a scraper somehow, even though I've had on in my car since the day I got it.  Anyways, I had to use a folder to get the 2 or so inches of snow off of my car.  Lovely.  And all to go to a class that I hate with every fiber of my being.  Whatev.  I'm going to go into hibernation now, it is after all, winter... and that's what I do.  I wish.  See you all in April?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-7847850836231749728?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/7847850836231749728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=7847850836231749728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/7847850836231749728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/7847850836231749728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/11/apocalypse-or-my-car-was-covered-in.html' title='The Apocalypse... or my car was covered in snow'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-6460845465823406011</id><published>2007-11-14T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T22:53:00.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick off your Sunday shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; Footloose by Kenny Loggins...  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt; CM-Life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... lately I've had this problem with blogging.  Meaning I haven't been.  I've been so busy with school and everything else going on in my life that I just haven't had time to get on the computer, except to check facebook and my email.  Buttt... I'm ending a busy week, so right now I've got the time... and nothing to talk about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that I've been watching the absolute saddest movies lately, including, but not limited to; The Christmas Shoes, Little Women &amp; Life is Beautiful.  Why do I do this?  Why torture myself seemingly for no reason?  Because.  That and I've realized that sometimes, as a girl, you just need to get your cry on and there's nothing that is going to stand in your way.  No, I'm not depressed, apparently I just have a lot of feelings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also, I love that in the movie Footloose, dancing is illegal.  How hilarious is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-6460845465823406011?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/6460845465823406011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=6460845465823406011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6460845465823406011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6460845465823406011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/11/kick-off-your-sunday-shoes.html' title='Kick off your Sunday shoes'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-2379842074058915467</id><published>2007-11-02T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T13:40:57.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Across the Universe</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to the Across the Universe soundtrack obsessively for the last few days.  Kinda feel like a hippie.  If you haven't seen that movie, it's amazing and you need to, end of story.  Halloween was a good time, as soon as someone sends me photos, I'll post my costume, I was Cruella De Vil... and it was soooo cool.  I'm going to go for a nap now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-2379842074058915467?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/2379842074058915467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=2379842074058915467' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/2379842074058915467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/2379842074058915467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/11/across-universe.html' title='Across the Universe'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-2497869647472397392</id><published>2007-10-21T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T01:35:05.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My demise... thank you candy necklace...</title><content type='html'>As I'm laying here in my bed, chomping on the candies from my giant candy necklace (Thanks Aunt Jill), I've come to realize that candy necklaces are addictive... and that is reason number (1) why candy necklaces can ruin your life.  Number (2)... they are disgusting to eat off of the string that they come on, unless you want to slobber all over yourself.  Number (3)... it is horribly difficult to get them off of the string that they come on.  Number (4)... if you decide to cut the string in the bathroom, chances are, half of the candies will go right down the sink before you realize what you've done.  And number (5)... once you start eating the candy, you physically cannot stop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I didn't do a whole lot, but I did go to the hair salon and get all of my hair chopped off.  I didn't know I was going to be doing this, I had planned on just getting my split ends cut off, but I ended up with a haircut that I really like, so I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up and went to the new mall on M-59 called Partridge Creek.  It is an outdoor mall, but it is really amazing.  It has a bunch of stores that you previously had to drive to Oakland County to find.  I found a great jacket and some jeans today.  It really did make my day.  We stopped by Jill &amp; Jenny's for a minute and hung out with them, which was nice.  Later on, I went to dinner with mom &amp; dad to Louis' Chop House... and had filet mignon.  Yeah... so we had a $100 gift card to this restaurant, I don't just go ordering filet mignon... but anyways, it was really good.  Now I'm just finishing my laundry and shit so that I can get back up to school tomorrow... just what I want right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-2497869647472397392?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/2497869647472397392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=2497869647472397392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/2497869647472397392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/2497869647472397392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-demise-thank-you-candy-necklace.html' title='My demise... thank you candy necklace...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1971285888963547698</id><published>2007-10-19T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:48:56.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>border patrol...</title><content type='html'>So I'm back in New Baltimore for the weekend... which feels really odd, it's my first time home since the semester started.  But I've already been confronted with the comforts of home... low flying planes from the airbase, Starbucks with Scotty and of course, border patrol.  I realized today that I've been seeing border patrol hanging around the NB area forever, but I never really realized why they are here.  That makes me sound crazy, obviously I live on the edge of the state, dangerously close to the Canadian border (and maybe I've crossed it illegally before, but that's neither here nor there)... I guess I just never saw the threat of Canadians hopping the border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks have been ridiculous.  I'm trying to pull my shit together though, I'd give anything to get out of this funk I seem to have fallen into.  Good news?  I'm making my Halloween Costume for next weekend and it's Cruella Di Vil.  I'm stoked.  I really just have to find a crazy black dress from a thrift store and I'm golden.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1971285888963547698?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1971285888963547698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1971285888963547698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1971285888963547698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1971285888963547698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/10/border-patrol.html' title='border patrol...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8750900631836096402</id><published>2007-10-16T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T02:12:14.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to update soon... I swear.  Life has been kicking my ass lately.  But for now, I'm going to go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8750900631836096402?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8750900631836096402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8750900631836096402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8750900631836096402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8750900631836096402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-going-to-update-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1376966505967590840</id><published>2007-09-28T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T02:23:06.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Snap.</title><content type='html'>It's been one hell of a week.  I don't really remember what happened, I've been sick like its my job. Okay, so... right now, I am laying down in my bed with various bruises on my hips and right leg, as well as an ace bandage on my right ankle.  First, the hip bruises.  Let's chalk that one up to a vicious hula hoop... one that is uber weighted and has ridges on the inside... we'll call this the hula hoop of doom.  Next?  Bruised right leg and bandaged ankle.  This one is from playing Ultimate Frisbee today with the GSA.  It was super intense... and apparently running on slightly moist grass with bare feet is not so great for the whole idea of balance.  But I did make it look good.  Hahaha.  Right.  Oh, and while we're on injuries and maladies, I was dancing in the kitchen with the roommates last night, then all of the sudden I was hunched over the toilet vomiting.  Rewind?  Yes.  So, Wednesday evening after the meeting, some of us decided it would be a fantastic idea to go to IHOP.  Neg.  I decided that I needed to have strawberry stuffed French toast.  I should have known not to go there, it is the IHOP of doom, seeing as how Nicole defiled this very one at some point last semester--by vomiting all over it.  Fast forward a bit of time and we're back to the bathroom of our apartment.  Never again can I have strawberry stuffed French toast.  I'll live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1376966505967590840?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1376966505967590840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1376966505967590840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1376966505967590840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1376966505967590840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/09/snap.html' title='Snap.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8744825519090120909</id><published>2007-09-24T03:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T03:23:52.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Longest week of my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Ray-Of-Light-lyrics-Madonna/3605908EEBBF794B4825688C000CB7F5"&gt;Ray of Light&lt;/a&gt; by Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Da-Vinci-Hoax-Exposing-Errors/dp/1586170341/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-0107707-2139233?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1190617801&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Da Vinci Hoax&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, this past week has been the longest one of my life, although I really didn't do anything spectacular, most of it has been spent in my kitchen listening to music or something similar.  I slept a lot.  On Wednesday, some of the gsa-ers and I went to Detroit to volunteer for the HRC.  Good thing they didn't need any help.  I did turn into the photographer for the night, which was sweet.  I also got to ride down to D-town in a convertible.  Sweet as.  I saved a life, that was cool.  Otherwise, I didn't do much of anything.  Last night at approximately 10pm, Nicole taught me how to play soccer.  That was pretty amazing, including the portion that went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;While practicing a kick of sorts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nicole, I think I might kick the ball at your face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not going to kick me in the face, I'll block it--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POW!  As her face is owned by the ball.  Queue falling over and laughing hysterically.  Quickly followed by Nicole backing up several feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I pretty much want to play soccer every day of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to Lil Chef with Jenny, Nicky, Matt &amp;amp; Nicole.  Sweet as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh!  I might be interpreting for GSA meetings from now on!  I'm stoked.  And nervous...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8744825519090120909?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8744825519090120909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8744825519090120909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8744825519090120909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8744825519090120909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/09/longest-week-of-my-life.html' title='Longest week of my life...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-3452063320169742874</id><published>2007-09-16T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T12:35:01.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain't got no crystal ball...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; Santeria by Sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt; Nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a recap of this weekend-ish.  Thursday night, Nicole, Fifty &amp; I went down to East Lansing to hang out with Jenny and Nicki for a bit.  And I got a dinner out of the deal... amazing.  We wound up back in Mt. P around midnight, but Nicole and I went out to Lil Chef and had coffee for approximately 2 hours, because there was silly drama going on @ our house and we didn't feel like dealing with it.  I'm sure its all resolved now, but I realized something.  I don't give a shit about it, we are all adults and if we can't articulate our feelings into words, instead of snide comments and hint dropping, then that's kind of sad.  Anyways, done with the rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I went to TAI and did my performance, completely off the cuff, which was sweet, the professor said that I have no problem getting command of a room.  But... she also said I talk to fast when I'm nervous.  I'm working on it.  At noon, I took Fifty down to West Bloomfield to get her new car, a manual Honda something or other.  Nicole came along as well, as we had planned to go dancing in Ann Arbor that night.  I was quite surprised @ how fast Fifty picked up driving stick.  We drove around quite a bit, finally ending up in Ann Arbor.  We went to some mall out there for a bit and Fifty's girlfriend met us up there.  We went back to her apt., which I fell in love with, it is the quirkiest place I've ever been.  Around 9, we went for dinner at Mr. Greeks, where I saw 2 girls that I went to high school with.  Hmm... eventful.  We went out to Necto around 11 and met up with Jenny and Nicki around 11:30.  We danced in the Red Room for a long time, then left for what is called "Gay Pizza".  I still haven't quite figured out why everyone calls it that, but whateva, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2 or 3, Nicole and I headed back to Mt. P.  It's quite a long drive when you're tired, but we kept ourselves awake with Movie Bomb (Someone says a movie, the next person says a person in that movie, the next person says a movie that person is in, etc...) and horrible McDonald's coffee.  It was burnt.  We got home sometime after 5am.  I called mom, since she was getting ready for work.  Then I hibernated.  I do believe that I woke up sometime around 2:30pm.  So went the day.  We watched movies... somewhere in there, Cat came over for a bit, then later, Max came over.  Twas a good night.  Today is promising :).  I've gotta go study for an exam, so I better get outta here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-3452063320169742874?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/3452063320169742874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=3452063320169742874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3452063320169742874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3452063320169742874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-aint-got-no-crystal-ball.html' title='I ain&apos;t got no crystal ball...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-2535648755851453474</id><published>2007-09-13T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:37:21.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/mika/myinterpretation.html"&gt;My Interpretation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Mika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy... I'm sitting in the GSA office with nothing to do... I'd just like to put this out there.  If you don't listen to Mika, start now, he makes life better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to learn all of the words to &lt;a href="http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/grossepointeblank/underpressure.htm"&gt;Under Pressure&lt;/a&gt; by David Bowie &amp; Queen.  Stat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-2535648755851453474?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/2535648755851453474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=2535648755851453474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/2535648755851453474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/2535648755851453474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/09/currently-listening-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-7455838730431839351</id><published>2007-09-13T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T01:38:30.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemme get out my ray gun...</title><content type='html'>Yeah... about this last week.  Shit.  I've been busy as hell.  I'll start with my actual birthday.  I hung out with the aunts, which consisted of brunch &amp; a little bit of gambling.  I ended up with $30... even though they gave me money to start with.  A little while later, J&amp;J came over to check out my apartment and such, then I met my roommates and Jenny and Nicky (I think...) @ Fifi's.  We had some delicious coffee, then went to Meijer.  On my way back, I picked up Cat and we went to my apartment.  Jenny bought us an amazing game for our apartment, called Catchphrase.  It's completely addicting.  You have to guess a word or phrase that another person is trying to describe without saying the actual word or phrase.  Sounds lame.  Jenny and I had an unfair advantage, since she can read my mind and all.  Later on in the night, we all ate the delicious cake that my roommates baked for me.  And we didn't use plates, because Jenny, the wisest of us all, theorized that we would have less dishes to wash if we used plates.  True that.  My cake looked like a disaster, but it was damn good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Saturday.  How, if you could chose, would you like to spend an entire day?  Apparently I would like to watch sad movies and cry my life away.  And so would my roommate Nicole.  Good thing I guess.  We started the day with Finding Neverland, then Fried Green Tomatoes.  When that didn't get out all of the tears, we turned to Family Video.  Never fails.  We got the all time tear jerker, Beaches.  That was rough... but not quite enough.  I didn't think we'd be able to top it, but then it hit me, what is the saddest movie that I've ever seen?  Life Is Beautiful... its about and Italian family in the Holocaust.  And my god, I cried like I've never cried before.  Shit.  It was good though.  Matt didn't know what to do with himself, he doesn't understand that sometimes, you just need to cry.  But that's how boys are.  Then Jenny kidnapped us and we went for coffee at Fifi's.  I actually don't remember the chain of events at all, but Jenny, Nicole, Matt and I ended up on our front porch at five in the morning talking about astrology.  Went to bed around 7 only to be woken up around 12 by my parents, calling to tell me that they were on their way up to visit me.  How cool is that?  They just drove up here out of the blue.  We had a nice lunch and such, stopped by to visit Cat, then went back to my apartment for a bit.  I'm a little fuzzy on the week since then, its just been school work.  And a dance party or two.  Because in my life, that happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-7455838730431839351?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/7455838730431839351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=7455838730431839351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/7455838730431839351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/7455838730431839351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/09/lemme-get-out-my-ray-gun.html' title='Lemme get out my ray gun...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-3445013263937171506</id><published>2007-09-03T10:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T11:32:09.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With a bang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tango Maureen&lt;/span&gt; by Rent Cast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe &lt;/span&gt;by Fannie Flagg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... my birthday started out with a bang, my roommates and I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/RtwlAlxr_6I/AAAAAAAACx8/iLAObT0J3pg/s1600-h/WebCam_20070903_1105%282%29.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/RtwlAlxr_6I/AAAAAAAACx8/iLAObT0J3pg/s200/WebCam_20070903_1105%282%29.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105996769602043810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(minus KaLee, who was @ home) decided to have a hair dying extravaganza.  We started around 11pm last night.  I'm really excited about the color.  Matt dyed his a lighter blond &amp; Nicole went with a deep auburn.  Exciting.  They all turned out really well.  Woot.  Anyways, today I'll be going out with my favorite aunts at some point, since they're up to go to the casino.  I'm not really sure what I'm doing for the day, but it should be lovely :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-3445013263937171506?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/3445013263937171506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=3445013263937171506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3445013263937171506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3445013263937171506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/09/with-bang.html' title='With a bang...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/RtwlAlxr_6I/AAAAAAAACx8/iLAObT0J3pg/s72-c/WebCam_20070903_1105%282%29.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-7997454147734087085</id><published>2007-09-01T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T02:20:39.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Up North Cont'd...</title><content type='html'>So... We finally got up north on Monday afternoon.  After the delay, it was even sweeter to get up to Pike Lake.  Not a whole lot happened up there, but it was super relaxing.  My dad did get a new boat, an inflatable pontoon of sorts.  Who knew it was going to be a pain in the ass to row across the lake with a strong head wind.  My arms exploded into a fit of anger when I tried to go to sleep that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a week and I'm up at Central with my awesome roommates; Matt, Nicole and KaLee.  I do believe that they're all sophomores.  I know Matt through GSA... KaLee through Matt... and Nicole through Jenny.  So far so good on the roommate thing, I hope it stays that way, because we're having way too much fun already.  As of right now, Nicole and I have had approximately 70 oz. of coffee each and we have been watching Degrassi: The Next Generation for about 4 hours.  Amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it has been about an hour since I started typing this - I think that Degrassi is actually making me dumber... so I'm going to stop while I'm ahead.  Oh and it's officially less than 48 hours until I'm 20.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-7997454147734087085?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/7997454147734087085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=7997454147734087085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/7997454147734087085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/7997454147734087085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/09/up-north-contd.html' title='Up North Cont&apos;d...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-802383169323241792</id><published>2007-08-31T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:32:02.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The time of my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/mika/lovetoday.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Mika&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Well... as promised before, here is the tale of going up north.  On Friday, August 17, I packed up most of my college stuff and then Trevor and I got in my car and had the adventure of driving up to CMU to drop it off and stay a night in my apartment.  That didn't quite work out as planned... I got up there and had my friend Ashley pick up my key, since the apartment leasing office closed at 5 and I knew I would never make it.  So we went to the seedy diner where she works (Lil Chef) and had dinner, then picked up my key.  We got back to my apartment and tried the key... and it didn't work.  So we tried again.  And again.  Nothing happened.  It was quite obvious that we weren't sleeping in my apartment that night.  I called up a friend and ended up staying at her house with her roommates, as she was still in New Baltimore.  The next morning we went to United (the leasing office) and got everything sorted out.  And Trevor made off with quite a bit of candy and pop, since its free anyways.  By the time we got my stuff into the apartment, my dad called with news.  Apparently the dealership that had his car still wasn't done with it (his engine died on his way up north and he had been stuck in West Branch since Tuesday afternoon), so we would just have to stay in Mount Pleasant until Monday when they were finished.  That would have been okay... if my apartment had electricity.  But it wasn't turned on yet... I'll continue this riveting tale when I get back from class today.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-802383169323241792?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/802383169323241792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=802383169323241792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/802383169323241792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/802383169323241792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-of-my-life.html' title='The time of my life...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-6258080457432808478</id><published>2007-08-28T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:29:04.224-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Back to school to prove to dad that I'm not a fool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/The%20All-American%20Rejects%20Lyrics/My%20Paper%20Heart%20Lyrics.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Paper Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by The All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So I'm back at school... not that that's so exciting, but I'm sure I'll be posting more regularly now.  I love my classes, they're amazing, especially my Anthropology class.  I'll post my schedule next time I have internet, since my apartment is lacking at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Dad!  51... kinda old, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I love my roommates, I'm living with Matt, Nicole and KaLee.  We're having a wicked good time already and I've only been living there since Sunday.  It feels really weird not living with Cat though, kinda sad actually.  On the up side, I've been seeing a lot of people that I haven't seen since first semester last year, which is great, I've been giving out hugs like its going out of style.  Alright, well I'm sleepy and the lights in the computer lab aren't helping, so I'm going to go to my apartment.  Oh and I'm really happy to be away from all of the bullshit going on in NB right now, for sure.  One more thing.  I got a job!  I'm working in the FFC dining commons... I think its the Fresh Food Company... my first day is tomorrow!  Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to the next post for the adventure I call going up north...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-6258080457432808478?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/6258080457432808478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=6258080457432808478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6258080457432808478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6258080457432808478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-school-to-prove-to-dad-that-im.html' title='Back to school to prove to dad that I&apos;m not a fool...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1920596486897103164</id><published>2007-08-03T00:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:06:38.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I don't feel like blogging right now.  Argh.  Only two more weeks of work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1920596486897103164?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1920596486897103164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1920596486897103164' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1920596486897103164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1920596486897103164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-i-dont-feel-like-blogging-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-3109740371596646266</id><published>2007-07-18T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:19:09.257-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I'm a shadow...</title><content type='html'>Today I job shadowed a Speech Pathologist at Bon Secours Hospital.  It was a pretty cool experience, I got to watch a few interesting procedures.  Other than that, I didn't really do much today.  I'm still uber sleepy.  I need to stop being sleepy.  STAT.  And I can say that now because I had to wear a lab coat all day.  Oh and I got to sign with Karen today.  Good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-3109740371596646266?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/3109740371596646266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=3109740371596646266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3109740371596646266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3109740371596646266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-shadow.html' title='I&apos;m a shadow...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-6383373788939070511</id><published>2007-07-17T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:57:14.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired.  I'm turning into my mother, I take a nap after work, then I stay awake for a few hours, then I'm back in bed.  I'm an old lady.  Tomorrow I'm not working, instead, I'm going to work with mom to shadow a speech pathologist.  Should be a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-6383373788939070511?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/6383373788939070511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=6383373788939070511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6383373788939070511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6383373788939070511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1938756332194090141</id><published>2007-07-14T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:42:08.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man....</title><content type='html'>So do you ever get yourself so worked up that you feel like you're gonna vomit?  Yeah, I'm feeling that right now.  I'm pretty much as stressed out as I could be at the moment... Tri was today... and it started well... until one guy ran into a car with his bike and another guy got hit by a car while on his bike... pretty much went downhill from there. Triathlon ended with me crying in a bathroom stall... stress is lame.  Saw Harry Potter.  It was ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1938756332194090141?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1938756332194090141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1938756332194090141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1938756332194090141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1938756332194090141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-man.html' title='Oh man....'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8263972625107155675</id><published>2007-07-10T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:23:13.568-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentaries'/><title type='text'>The countdown is on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/s/sublime/santeria_20133073.html"&gt;Santeria&lt;/a&gt; by Sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Buddha-Story-Enlightenment-Deepak-Chopra/dp/0060878800/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-6574161-3628119?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1184111670&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Buddha: A Story of Enlightenment&lt;/a&gt; by Deepak Chopra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hectic at absolute best.  There was not any downtime at work today, that's for sure, but whatev, the week is almost over... Okay, well it's not, but I have Rec tomorrow and then Thursday we're taking the kids to the water park.  There's no Rec on Friday though, it's prep day for the Triathlon, then Tri is on Saturday.  I had orientation for the home care job that I took today, it only took about an hour, which was shocking, since most orientations end up taking a good few hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have an experience today.  I was grocery shopping today and ran into a kid that I used to babysit.  Let me tell you, she was extremely high... That's not something I expected, for sure.  I guess there's a first time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing.  I found a really cool &lt;a href="www.onyaback.com"&gt;product&lt;/a&gt; that may help save the world.  They're reusable grocery bags that are made of recycled parachutes.  Not only are they sturdy, but they fold down into a minuscule pouch that is on a carabiner clip.  Super handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go now, I'm watching a good documentary called &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/previews/throughdeafeyes/"&gt;Through Deaf Eyes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8263972625107155675?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8263972625107155675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8263972625107155675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8263972625107155675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8263972625107155675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/07/countdown-is-on.html' title='The countdown is on...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-3255069890315904792</id><published>2007-07-04T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:58:11.433-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>... you just need to whip out the popcorn pan, make some delicious popped corn &amp;amp; pink lemonade and watch either Fried Green Tomatoes or The Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood with the mumma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-3255069890315904792?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/3255069890315904792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=3255069890315904792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3255069890315904792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3255069890315904792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1741413763940540134</id><published>2007-06-29T21:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:36:00.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not gonna lie about it</title><content type='html'>My new computer is confusing my life... but eventually I'll learn how to use it.  It sure is pretty though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1741413763940540134?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1741413763940540134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1741413763940540134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1741413763940540134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1741413763940540134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-gonna-lie-about-it.html' title='Not gonna lie about it'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-4386390711685719439</id><published>2007-06-27T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:58:42.215-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane.</title><content type='html'>Ooooooooooooh man am I frustrated with everything right now.  I need to escape from reality for about an hour.  Work is driving me crazy, my family is driving me crazy, my friends are driving me crazy... and to top it all off, gas is $3.09 a gallon.  Seriously?  It's about 75 cents more than when I left for NZ.   I want to go back.  Nowwwwwwwwww.  Work was alright around 1:30 today, a thunderstorm came and we had to send the kids back to the Rec... but Cat &amp; I stayed @ the park to take care of stuff.  Otherwise I pretty much wanted to leave work today because it tends to get me really stressed out.  I did come home and nap for about 45 minutes though.  Let me tell you, it was the highlight of my day.  I do love the Daily Show &amp;amp; the Colbert Report (pronouced "colber repor") though... I tivo them so I can watch them the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-4386390711685719439?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/4386390711685719439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=4386390711685719439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/4386390711685719439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/4386390711685719439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/06/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-9019934440040706788</id><published>2007-06-23T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T22:54:20.702-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>It's a lemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; Sook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/strong&gt; Not a damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not going to have a computer for the next few weeks, but I'm okay with that, Best Buy should be giving me a new computer in the next week or two, since mine was such a piece of garbage.  That's the highlight of my life right now.  I can't really think of anything else mildly exciting... I had a sweet rocky-esque party last weekend... But that's about it.  I go to J&amp;J's for my exam tomorrow, then I'm officially done with my semester.  Woohoo.  All for now, I'm off to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-9019934440040706788?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/9019934440040706788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=9019934440040706788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/9019934440040706788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/9019934440040706788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-lemon.html' title='It&apos;s a lemon'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-5484031349439436011</id><published>2007-06-18T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T21:21:34.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I don't practice Santeria</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/s/sublime/santeria_20133073.html"&gt;Santeria&lt;/a&gt; by Sublime&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm home.  I'll start posting on here eventually, all I'm doing is working and sleeping and occasionally being the host to people falling asleep in my room.  By the way, listen to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sublime_%28band%29"&gt;Sublime&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dispatch_%28band%29"&gt;Dispatch&lt;/a&gt;... they're pretty awesome.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-5484031349439436011?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/5484031349439436011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=5484031349439436011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5484031349439436011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5484031349439436011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-practice-santeria.html' title='I don&apos;t practice Santeria'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-5323168329951854600</id><published>2007-05-08T02:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T03:37:39.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>We Didn't Start The Fire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.billyjoel.com/discography/startthefire.html"&gt;We Didn't Start the Fire&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Billy Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyone that knows me, knows that I have a deep rooted affection for this song&lt;b&gt;.  &lt;/b&gt;I think it all started when it played on the radio when my mom and I were in the car.  I must have been around 10 years old and it blew my mind.  It seems as though it starts in 1949 with the year he was born and the year that Harry Truman was inaugurated.  Genius.  I would dissect the rest of the song, but that would take me forever... and would bore the hell out of all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-5323168329951854600?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/5323168329951854600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=5323168329951854600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5323168329951854600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5323168329951854600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-didnt-start-fire.html' title='We Didn&apos;t Start The Fire...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1574714222737187030</id><published>2007-05-03T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T00:41:27.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentaries'/><title type='text'>Jesus camp?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/teganandsara/allyougot.html"&gt;All You Got&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tegan &amp; Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Potter_and_the_Order_of_the_Phoenix"&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;J.K. Rowling&lt;/span&gt; (the British version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched a documentary last night.  It was called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus_camp"&gt;Jesus Camp&lt;/a&gt;.  Wow.  As a non-religious person, it scared the hell out of me.  I don't want to be offensive, but some people are a little overzealous and inappropriate with their religion.  There.  I said it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my computer is a p.o.s.  About 8 of the keys don't work anymore or work once in a great while, then go back to not working.  It's pretty sweet when your arrow keys don't work and you're typing, so you have to depend on the mouse for everything in your life.  Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still obsessed with &lt;a href="www.ruckus.com"&gt;ruckus&lt;/a&gt;.  I've downloaded a bunch of stuff from there.  Apparently you can buy a subscription (also cheap) that lets you load unlimited music onto your mp3 player, given it's not an apple, seeing as how they don't let anyone do anything unless its through &lt;a href="www.itunes.com"&gt;iTunes&lt;/a&gt;.  Lame.  In other news, I stuck a battery in my defunct mp3 player that I dropped into a puddle approximately a month ago and now it seems to work.  Which kind of pisses me off because that means I didn't have to buy an ipod.  I do love my shuffle though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot WAIT to come home.  The countdown is on the post below this one, so if you're feeling bored, go look for it :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1574714222737187030?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1574714222737187030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1574714222737187030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1574714222737187030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1574714222737187030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/05/jesus-camp.html' title='Jesus camp?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1088220112250020570</id><published>2007-05-01T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T00:11:15.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Sometimes you need the dishrag</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/Lyric.nsf/Hype-lyrics-Tegan-Sara/635972B14C95115348256C81002A41CB"&gt;Hype&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Potter_and_the_Order_of_the_Phoenix"&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J.K. Rowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Last night I stayed up until about 5:30 this morning... why?  Because I was racing myself doing Sudoku.  I did keep winning though.  I got down to under five minutes for one puzzle.  It was fantastic.  Then my brain hurt and I fell asleep.  That's a little bit of the Thomas side coming out in me... obsessive... I did 17 Sudoku puzzles yesterday.  Now I'm getting really good, once glance at a number set and I can usually tell you whats missing, without scanning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I did post this in &lt;a href="http://thetemporaryexpat.blogspot.com/"&gt;the temporary expat&lt;/a&gt;, but I thought I'd post it here too.  It's a website called &lt;a href="www.ruckus.com"&gt;ruckus&lt;/a&gt;, it serves as a free music (and movies, at a low cost) downloading site for college students.  The drawbacks?  You have to be a student, with a student email account and you cannot put these songs on an mp3 player or a cd.  Unless you can figure out how to re-encode them, which actually shouldn't be that hard to do.  The upside?  It's a bunch of free music that you can listen to wherever, as long as you have your computer.  There is a lot of good stuff on there, new and old.  I found some good Tracy Chapman alongside Mika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been having really strange dreams lately.  The last two that that I had were especially weird.  The first one involved me going to Cedar Point and riding a new ride there... that didn't exist.  Last night's dream was some sort of fair that me &amp; my friends from home/CMU went to... but it was in Christchurch.  And people were speaking French to me &amp; it was rather advanced French... so I didn't understand everything.  Also, there was a giant ferris wheel that wasn't really a ferris wheel but a giant wheel of death.  I did ride it and it felt like I was riding it, which was pretty cool, except when I felt like I was going to fall out, since my body came out from under the lap bar, so I was only holding on with my hands.  I was dead set on not falling out.  I wonder what would have happened if I did let go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1088220112250020570?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1088220112250020570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1088220112250020570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1088220112250020570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1088220112250020570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes-you-need-dishrag.html' title='Sometimes you need the dishrag'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-2732994677552827616</id><published>2007-03-30T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T21:18:49.448-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Listen to good music :)</title><content type='html'>Just click the play button:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:270px;" allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/config/config_red_noautostart.xml&amp;mywidth=435&amp;myheight=270&amp;playlist_url=http://www.playlistproject.net/loadplaylist.php?playlist=5034555" menu="false" quality="high" width="435" height="270" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0"/&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.playlistproject.net&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/images/create_red.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.playlistproject.net/standalone/5034555 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/images/launch_red.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.playlistproject.net/download/5034555&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/images/get_red.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-2732994677552827616?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/2732994677552827616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=2732994677552827616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/2732994677552827616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/2732994677552827616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/03/listen-to-good-music.html' title='Listen to good music :)'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8887934434862150134</id><published>2007-02-15T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:15:31.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nz'/><title type='text'>New Place, New Blog</title><content type='html'>Hey, so I'm posting everything from NZ on my new blog, &lt;a href="http://thetemporaryexpat.blogspot.com/"&gt;the temporary expat&lt;/a&gt;. Read it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8887934434862150134?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8887934434862150134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8887934434862150134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8887934434862150134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8887934434862150134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-place-new-blog.html' title='New Place, New Blog'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-4185469114777039283</id><published>2007-02-11T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:36:58.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nz'/><title type='text'>Nothing can change the shape of things</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; The Grammys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lonely-Planet-Zealand-Carolyn-Bain/dp/1741045355/sr=8-1/qid=1171251876/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/105-0083194-9879652?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Lonely Planet: New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm doing something quite important... packing for the next 5 months... but I have this urge to do something completely pointless and impertinent.  Gah.  I hate that feeling.  I've finally got a lot of stuff packed, it's weird looking @ the only clothing that I'll be able to wear for five months.  Lame.  I have less than 48 hours left @ home.  It's such a weird feeling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I bought some essentials, including more underwear and socks.  The underpants are pretty.  Then I went to Jill &amp; Jen's for dinner.  It was a fun time &amp; I'm happy I got to hang out with them before I left.  I got to see Scotty for a minute today, but he's going to come over tomorrow afternoon to say goodbye.  Then I went by Nana's to see her &amp; Auntie M &amp; Trevor.  Goodbyes all around.  Now I'm trying to pare down the books &amp; DVDs that I want to bring with me.  I wish I could fit a few people in my suitcase.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I better continue packing before I get distracted again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-4185469114777039283?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/4185469114777039283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=4185469114777039283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/4185469114777039283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/4185469114777039283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/02/nothing-can-change-shape-of-things.html' title='Nothing can change the shape of things'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-7083963659935436540</id><published>2007-02-10T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T21:56:02.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running With Scissors</title><content type='html'>This is why I watch offbeat films:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You have no business being here, this is my masturbatorium!  And you're using my blanket!" -- Dr. Finch from Running With Scissors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My mother began to go crazy. Not crazy in a let’s paint the kitchen bright red! sort of way. But crazy in a gas oven, toothpaste sandwich, I am God sort of way.” -- Augusten Burroughs from Running With Scissors&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Wednesday, Thursday &amp; Friday, I was up at Central hanging out with friends.  Actually, I was kidnapped by Jenny.  When I say kidnapped, I mean to say that I drove to her house, then we went up to CMU.  Good times.  I went to a GSA meeting &amp; got swarmed with love.  On Thursday, Jenny, Dave, Kent &amp; I went to Midland, mainly to go thrifting.  I got an awesome Adidas sweatshirt for $2.99.  Love it.  Anyways, I've got to continue packing my stuff for the NZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-7083963659935436540?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/7083963659935436540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=7083963659935436540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/7083963659935436540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/7083963659935436540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/02/running-with-scissors.html' title='Running With Scissors'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-3907512466190852138</id><published>2007-02-06T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:34:17.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/RclWi-pVp6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/mxo0OU9WpSc/s1600-h/0206072331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/RclWi-pVp6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/mxo0OU9WpSc/s400/0206072331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028645617867794338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would like to take this moment to say that I, completely by myself, French braided my hair.  I'm extremely proud of myself.  Although Cat taught me how to French braid her hair, I never thought I'd be able to do it to myself.  Granted my arms fell asleep... Anyways, my handiwork is to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should probably say that I'm coming up to Central tomorrow night-ish with Jenny, I guess I should have told Cat that this was definitely happening, as I wanted to stay with her... I'd call now, but some people have classes in the morning.  Cat, if you're reading this, I'll see you tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I went to the Michigan Design Center &amp; Whole Foods with Becky today, which was a riot.  I want to live @ the Design Center and I will do all of my shopping at Whole Foods.  I tried to find Gin-Gins there, but to no avail.  Maybe I'll grab some @ Green Tree tomorrow or Thursday.  Anyways, went out to dinner with Becky &amp;amp; my brother tonight, felt like I was on crack, now I have the most amazing headache I've ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the good stuff.  Why am I discovering movies from the 80s now?  Granted they are all the same movies with pretty much the same formula:  Boy meets girl, boy &amp; girl = best friends, boy meets conventionally attractive girl, best friend = jealous, best friend hates girl, boy hates best friend, best friend + boy = love, The End.  I've decided that I love Some Kind of Wonderful.  I've passed that movie on the shelf at Blockbuster a million times, though I thought Mary Stuart Masterson's character was a boy... She looks like one on the cover.  Anyways, after passing it yet again, I walked back and went to grab it, only to find that there were no copies in stock.  Luckily, we live in a world where everything is accessible via the internet.  I cannot believe I watched an entire movie on youtube.  Also, I'm in love with the bands Busted &amp;amp; McFly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-3907512466190852138?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/3907512466190852138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=3907512466190852138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3907512466190852138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3907512466190852138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/02/1-week.html' title='1 week'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/RclWi-pVp6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/mxo0OU9WpSc/s72-c/0206072331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-539928418712179942</id><published>2007-02-04T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:35:04.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>British Invasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/GO-WEST-lyrics-Pet-Shop-Boys/C0B89357A668B2E9482568A2001030CC"&gt;Go West&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pet Shop Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rolling Stone Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to a conclusion.  I should have been born in the UK.  I love their TV, I love their music, I love how they talk... Dana brought over &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctor_Who"&gt;Dr. Who&lt;/a&gt; the other day &amp; I've finished the entire series... and by series I mean season.  Now I'm in love with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Tennant"&gt;David Tennant&lt;/a&gt;.  Damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-539928418712179942?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/539928418712179942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=539928418712179942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/539928418712179942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/539928418712179942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/02/british-invasion.html' title='British Invasion'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-5565406979251672651</id><published>2007-02-01T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T11:41:53.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in need of some input...</title><content type='html'>So I can't decide if I should continue with this blog while I'm in NZ or make a new one and link it to this one... HELP ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the job I want to have.  A coffee consultant.  This guy sits around and slurps, not sips, coffee, so as to get the full bodied flavor and smell of the coffee.  Then he writes about it.  How do I get that gig?  And I'm having a job related issue.  I kinda want to be a director for documentary type films.  How fun would that be?  Maybe I'll do that in addition to everything else in my life.  OH oh oh!  Maybe I'll do documentaries... in ASL.  I think I've found my true calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ollie just came downstairs with my sex wax in her mouth.  Good thing that's not awkward at all.  Before you judge me, sex wax is for surf boards &amp; such to make them glide on the water.  It also smells amazing.  I want the afterlife to smell like sex wax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-5565406979251672651?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/5565406979251672651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=5565406979251672651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5565406979251672651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5565406979251672651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-in-need-of-some-input.html' title='I&apos;m in need of some input...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-3533090777670160482</id><published>2007-01-31T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:19:28.907-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The Best Quote I've Ever Heard</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;"She thinks the world revolves around her vagina."  -- Cat (About someone else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-3533090777670160482?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/3533090777670160482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=3533090777670160482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3533090777670160482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3533090777670160482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/best-quote-ive-ever-heard.html' title='The Best Quote I&apos;ve Ever Heard'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1198676799153258071</id><published>2007-01-31T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:13:29.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Hmm... recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/kttunstall/suddenlyisee.html"&gt;Suddenly I See&lt;/a&gt; by KT Tunstall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tuck-Everlasting-Natalie-Babbitt/dp/0374480095"&gt;Tuck Everlasting&lt;/a&gt; by Natalie Babbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I've been away from a reliable internet source for about 2 weeks... and my life has been very hectic.  About 2 Thursdays ago, my mom, my dad and I all woke up at about 3:45 am.  Fifteen minutes later, we got a phone call that my brother was in the emergency room.  Isn't it weird that we were still awake???  I thought so too, it was eerie, to say the least.  So I ran upstairs and put on the nearest bit of clothing, which happened to be my work uniform, as I was supposed to be to work in a few hours time.  I called work and left the most ridiculous message, I couldn't form sentences properly, that's for sure.  It was a jumbled mess.  We got to the hospital just after he was taken into surgery, turns out he needed an emergency appendectomy.  Scary shit.  We sat there with Becky and eventually dad's ex-wife and her new husband.  It was weird, I think Jason's entire bloodline was there. Dad amused himself by going into the stairwell and farting so that the noise reverberated off the walls.  Anyways, he woke up a few hours later and it was so sad, it made me cry, but I didn't let him see. I called work at some point and talked to my boss, who actually got some words out of my message.  I = not in trouble.  I stayed with Jason until 8pm, then Becky &amp; I went to get some dinner, then back to their place to sleep.  We went back to the hospital the next day for about 5 hours, then Jake was discharged.  Awesome.  I went home &amp;amp; slept for a day, then went to work the next day.  Then I went right over to my bro's to make sure he was okay and I hung out with him for a few hours, then went home to sleep for work the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/RcFK6XbU6EI/AAAAAAAAAAo/TaZYtVUdGOg/s1600-h/0124071042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/RcFK6XbU6EI/AAAAAAAAAAo/TaZYtVUdGOg/s400/0124071042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026381025703684162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gah.  Then a few days later we had a little miracle.  My mom found Woody. After two months, she found him in the neighbor's basement, practically starved to death, but he's okay now.  That pic is from my cell phone, so it's not top quality or anything, but you can kinda see how skinny he is.  Awww.  He's a much nicer cat now, he actually sleeps with me in my bed... he craves my attention ;).  I love it.  I'm so happy we found him, I really thought he was dead.  I still can't believe how skinny he is, its ridiculous, he was a fat little cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've discovered a few things.  The TV show &lt;a href="http://www.sho.com/site/weeds/home.do"&gt;Weeds&lt;/a&gt; and the musical genius of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pet_Shop_Boys"&gt;Pet Shop Boys&lt;/a&gt;.  Good stuff.  Oh and Ollie &amp; Woody are very surprised by each other's presence.  When we last had Woody, we definitely didn't have a dog and now he's like "Whoa bitch, where'd this huge oaf come from and why is it licking my anus?"  Gonna go cuddle with the kitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1198676799153258071?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1198676799153258071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1198676799153258071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1198676799153258071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1198676799153258071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/hmm-recap.html' title='Hmm... recap'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EekqaNuz98E/RcFK6XbU6EI/AAAAAAAAAAo/TaZYtVUdGOg/s72-c/0124071042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1788511080120978820</id><published>2007-01-30T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:44:17.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly I see...</title><content type='html'>I finally got my computer back today :)  It's weird having it here, I'm not really using it.  I guess this means that I'll be posting semi-regularly again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1788511080120978820?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1788511080120978820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1788511080120978820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1788511080120978820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1788511080120978820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/suddenly-i-see.html' title='Suddenly I see...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-4914142594496784471</id><published>2007-01-23T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:48:55.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>I've had a long week, I'll blog when I'm more awake :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-4914142594496784471?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/4914142594496784471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=4914142594496784471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/4914142594496784471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/4914142594496784471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-7762353160651646222</id><published>2007-01-16T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:14:41.549-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>I love Sacha Baron Cohen</title><content type='html'>He had the most amazing speech for Best Performance by an Actor in a Motion Picture - Musical Or Comedy @ the Golden Globes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I want to thank the Hollywood Foreign Press. And I just want to say that this movie was a life-changing experience. I saw some amazing, beautiful, invigorating parts of America. But I saw some dark parts of America, an ugly side of America. A side of America that rarely sees the light of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refer, of course, to the anus and testicles of my co-star, Ken Davitian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken, when I was in that scene and I stared down and saw your two wrinkled golden globes on my chin, I thought to myself, ‘I better win a bloody award for this.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when my 300-pound co-star decided to sit on my face and squeeze the oxygen from my lungs, I was faced with a choice: Death or to breathe in the air that had been trapped in a small pocket between his buttocks for 30 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth, if it was not for that rancid bubble, I would not be here today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Golden Globes were pretty good last night, I'm really happy that America Ferrara won for Best Performance by an Actress In A Television Series - Musical Or Comedy, she's awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy, I have nothing to post about right now.  I'm having a really hard time dealing with people at work anymore, especially the people who don't do their jobs, but I digress, I need the money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-7762353160651646222?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/7762353160651646222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=7762353160651646222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/7762353160651646222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/7762353160651646222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-sacha-baron-cohen.html' title='I love Sacha Baron Cohen'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1168569558085652115</id><published>2007-01-15T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:14:35.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coma-nap...</title><content type='html'>I've got nothing to post about, but I did sleep for about 20 hours in the last 24 hours.  That's amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1168569558085652115?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1168569558085652115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1168569558085652115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1168569558085652115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1168569558085652115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/coma-nap.html' title='Coma-nap...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-3261974206891876711</id><published>2007-01-11T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T18:43:59.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>So I've been away from my computer for two days now :(.  I took it in to Best Buy the other day and I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be getting it back before I go to NZ, but one never knows.  Good news is that if I have to get one more thing fixed on it, I get a brand new computer!  I'm sure something will go wrong in the next year and a half... I hope something will go wrong in the next year and a half.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm sure that I won't be blogging or online much in the next month, as my parents computers are super slow and annoying to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to blog about, so I'm out for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-3261974206891876711?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/3261974206891876711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=3261974206891876711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3261974206891876711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3261974206891876711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8873953152334317511</id><published>2007-01-10T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:19:39.118-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to do list'/><title type='text'>Midnight milk run</title><content type='html'>I would like what kind of mental mind-fuck it takes to think it is 2:00am when it is really 5 or 6am... Obviously you read my previous post, which I would delete, but I have this policy about not deleting blog posts... Too bad.  Anyways, yeah, I'm really not sure how I managed to stay up that late without realizing it.  I finally went to sleep around 7 this morning.  Then my little doggie decided that I'm not allowed to sleep for increments of more than 2 hours, as I was woken up every so often.  I finally stayed awake around 1:30pm.  There is a gap of time from 1:30pm and 2:45pm that I cannot recall for the life of me... then I took Ollie to the vet to get her sutures out.  Fun times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do List...&lt;br /&gt;1) Confirm Airline Tickets... &lt;br /&gt;2) Figure out how to do #1&lt;br /&gt;3) Take my laptop to Best Buy so they can fix the internet port&lt;br /&gt;4) Decide whether or not to get the extended warranty for my video camera... they only offer a 4 year one, but it is around $100.  I'm poooooooor...&lt;br /&gt;5) Go to bed at a decent time tonight... this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I've realized... so even though I don't have ADD or anything, I think I've got a ridiculously low functioning attention span.  Why?  Well, I just realized that I have at least six different things going on on my computer right now, my task bar is completely full.  To further prove this, in the middle of writing this last paragraph, I stopped for about a minute and a half because I got distracted by a palm tree in my room.  Who has palm trees in their room?  Besides me.  Speaking of my room, I swear, you need a passport to enter it, I've got some of the most random stuff I have ever seen, including but not limited to: a mannequin head, a palm tree, a globe pencil sharpener and at least 17 pillows.  How do I accumulate all of this nonsense...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8873953152334317511?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8873953152334317511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8873953152334317511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8873953152334317511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8873953152334317511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/midnight-milk-run.html' title='Midnight milk run'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-5832313235429027973</id><published>2007-01-09T05:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T05:13:19.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Apparently...</title><content type='html'>The cool kids stay up until the ass crack of dawn... I thought it was maybe 2:00am... but no, it's actually 5:11am.  I got sucked into a pointless movie.  And my muscles hurt from being awake so long.  Anyways, tonight at work was really weird, I was the only girl there on the 4:30 shift, I was totally out numbered.  It wasn't bad or anything, I didn't have to work with any jerks, but I don't think I've ever worked with so many of the guys before.  I'm pretty sure I would continue rambling if I let myself, because I'm so tired.  Oh jeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-5832313235429027973?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/5832313235429027973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=5832313235429027973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5832313235429027973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5832313235429027973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/apparently.html' title='Apparently...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1932841119642218059</id><published>2007-01-09T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T00:34:11.230-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Things I hate...</title><content type='html'>The electoral college.  I absolutely hate the electoral college.  Why can we not just go by the popular vote?  If we could just do that, we'd have an actual president, instead of this little bitch we like to call Bush.  Doesn't it make sense that the popular vote should elect the president, it is the people voting, after all.  Ack.  See what talking about presidents with Kent does?  I'm all fired up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "ph" letter combination masquerading as the sound "f".  While we're on that, I've had enough of the silent k, p, gh &amp; t.  What's worse?  The "gh" trying to be the "f" sound... as if "ph" isn't bad enough.  How do we expect people to learn English when we make these ridiculous rules?  &lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/78913090/petition.html"&gt;Check out the petition.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/78913090/petition.html"&gt;SIGN IT.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpretations of the Bible.  I'm not an avid reader of the Bible, nor am I remotely religious, but I do know that the Bible is, in its nature, a book of stories.  If people want to believe in it, that is a personal choice, but do not impose that on me &amp; mine.  And do not use it to condemn or attack.  That's just lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bioterrorism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global Warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two are pretty self explanatory.  I'm just a dork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1932841119642218059?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1932841119642218059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1932841119642218059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1932841119642218059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1932841119642218059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-i-hate.html' title='Things I hate...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-1711415365352530828</id><published>2007-01-08T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:42:21.620-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Unlike other countries, Britain has people of both genders</title><content type='html'>Ok so my obsession with Little Britain is growing.  Here's the first episode:&lt;br /&gt;Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9aG0TjhQ61w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9aG0TjhQ61w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jlO-VFw1wCo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jlO-VFw1wCo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6f1ugWlzrs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6f1ugWlzrs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Kent watch it... hopefully he'll share in my love for it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-1711415365352530828?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/1711415365352530828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=1711415365352530828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1711415365352530828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/1711415365352530828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/unlike-other-countries-britain-has.html' title='Unlike other countries, Britain has people of both genders'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-5636150227954338037</id><published>2007-01-08T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:53:00.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nz'/><title type='text'>Best. Morning. Ever.</title><content type='html'>So I just had the most amazing morning.  Why?  I paid off everything for New Zealand!  I paid AustraLearn in excess of $11,000, then I went and bought my plane tickets, three in all, and I didn't buy a return flight yet, just to be safe.  I had to buy a ticket to LAX, then to Auckland, then to Christchurch.  Lame.  Anyways, I'm good to go.  Now I nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-5636150227954338037?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/5636150227954338037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=5636150227954338037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5636150227954338037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5636150227954338037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/best-morning-ever.html' title='Best. Morning. Ever.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-2880590111046256924</id><published>2007-01-07T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T16:33:05.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Tens</title><content type='html'>Today is a weird day... Everyone is going back to school tonight &amp; I'm just gonna chill at home for another month.  Anyways, I'm in the mood for some lists, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ten Fave Actresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000171/"&gt;Ashley Judd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001749/"&gt;Maggie Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0559144/"&gt;Marlee Matlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000701/"&gt;Kate Winslet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1065229/"&gt;America Ferrera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000098/"&gt;Jennifer Aniston&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005259/"&gt;Megan Mullaly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0341737/"&gt;Rachel Griffiths&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001337/"&gt;Katherine Heigl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001132/"&gt;Judi Dench&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ten Fave Actors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001258/"&gt;James Garner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1959563/"&gt;Matt Cohen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0909144/"&gt;David Walliams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0524240/"&gt;Matt Lucas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0111013/"&gt;Adam Brody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001612/"&gt;Matthew Perry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000179/"&gt;Jude Law&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0085312/"&gt;Jack Black&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0355910/"&gt;Michael C. Hall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000226/"&gt;Will Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-2880590111046256924?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/2880590111046256924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=2880590111046256924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/2880590111046256924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/2880590111046256924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/tens.html' title='Tens'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-5559404083532574628</id><published>2007-01-05T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T18:39:11.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A long day...</title><content type='html'>Today seemed like the never-ending day.  First, I woke up around 9:30 to go see a movie with Cat @ 10:40.  We saw The Holiday, which I really liked, it was cute.  Then we had to run back to my house so she could pick up the DVDs that I burned for her.  While home, I realized that Ollie tried to eat our Christmas Tree.  That little bitch, she broke the Christmas pickle.  Then I took Ollie with me to drop Cat off @ home.  Quite soon after that, Scott called, as today was his lesson on how to drive stick.  He did pretty well, there were only one or two white knuckle moments.  Then I went right to Panera to meet Andy for an early dinner.  Good times.  Then I came home, put on pajamas and look at me now, I'm in bed and it's only 6:30...  Lame.  But I feel like absolute crap, so that is a contributing factor, as well as the fact that I have to work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-5559404083532574628?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/5559404083532574628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=5559404083532574628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5559404083532574628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5559404083532574628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-day.html' title='A long day...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8788017018109763314</id><published>2007-01-04T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:26:31.571-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>I love Little Britain...</title><content type='html'>Sooooo work today was alright, nothing special, just your friendly groping... I got pinched in the butt by a resident today... funny thing is, she's not one of the crazies.  Whatev.  Anyways, I found out that one of the guys I work with is dating Megan Leech.  Love it.  I've decided that I like working with the people that I worked with tonight, it was good fun, it was Scott, Rachelle, Dana &amp; Dan.  Oh oh oh and Courtney got engaged, I'm so happy for her!  Her ring is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to see &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/theholiday/index.html"&gt;The Holiday&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow morning with Cat.  You wonder why I'm going in the morning?  It's a four dollar show.  Sad thing is, that's now cheaper than it is to go and rent a video from Blockbuster.  Lame.  Okay, I'm going to bed so I can wake up by nine-thirty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8788017018109763314?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8788017018109763314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8788017018109763314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8788017018109763314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8788017018109763314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-little-britain.html' title='I love Little Britain...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-4250110973598299503</id><published>2007-01-04T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:12:08.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Another test run</title><content type='html'>This one is a test run of everything; my camera &amp; all the video blogging things I've been trying to figure out.  Not gonna lie, my video is super random, but I needed something.  It's captioned for your viewing pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Samanthaunderwood-trial468.flv" rel="enclosure" onclick="window.open('http://freevlog.org/popup/popup.php?url='+this.href,'video','width=360,height=305,top=20,left=20,scrollbars=no,resizable=yes,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=yes,left=0,top=0');return false"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e44/scutta32/defaultphoto.jpg" class="thumbnail" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Samanthaunderwood-trial468.flv"&gt;click here to download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-4250110973598299503?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/4250110973598299503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=4250110973598299503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/4250110973598299503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/4250110973598299503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-test-run.html' title='Another test run'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-9080501758664431296</id><published>2007-01-03T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:56:44.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Who uses the semicolon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lprock.com/lyrics_suburban.php?track=1"&gt;Wasted&lt;/a&gt; by L.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently reading:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/features/ensler/vm/book.html"&gt;The Vagina Monologues &lt;/a&gt;by Eve Ensler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can I just say I had the worst day at work ever.  Well I did.  I mean it could have been okay, but Steve was there and he ruined lives.  First off, we were three people short when I got in, right @ 6:15.  Luckily, Tom was on stock, so we just put him on a regular job.  Niki was supposed to be our supervisor, but she called in sick, so Steve came in.  Fuck.  Anyways, somehow Steve expected me to be able to do 2 jobs at once.  It would have been fine if I was on two jobs that somehow complemented each other.  Mine, however, did not.  I was supposed to be doing dishes, setting up mats, putting away dishes and all the while set up both stations with water, bibs, washcloths, coffee, tea and steam tables.  Well fuck me.  Ok, don't.  Anyways, somehow I succeeded.  Although I almost threw up at the stations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, I love Kathy Griffin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the day from hell.  So then Steve called some guy in that I've only met once.  He doesn't know anything.  So after our break, I pretty much told Steve how to do his job and everything worked out well.  So I went on desserts and picked up the slack that Steve was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; be doing all day.  Thankfully, most of the people I work with understand this and we got out only a little bit late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Best Buy to exchange my camera, as I really don't like the one that I got.  I got one that was slightly more expensive.  Eventually, when I figure out how to use it, I'll post some video up here.  Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I have to work today, there's a Top Chef marathon on today and I've never seen that show, but I think it's something I think I could get addicted to.  Hmm... thank God for Tivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-9080501758664431296?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/9080501758664431296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=9080501758664431296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/9080501758664431296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/9080501758664431296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-uses-semicolon.html' title='Who uses the semicolon...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-5712573320211821865</id><published>2007-01-02T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:06:03.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Give a chick a chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GO3jph1PYg0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GO3jph1PYg0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-5712573320211821865?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/5712573320211821865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=5712573320211821865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5712573320211821865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5712573320211821865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/give-chick-chance.html' title='Give a chick a chance'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8293770038023677581</id><published>2007-01-01T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:01:19.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to do list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Oh Lately It's So Quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; Get Over It by &lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/music/album/40e4dd69f90496e6"&gt;OK GO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit I'm tired.  I think I've slept 4 out of the last 36 hours.  Maybe.  That's when I was a cranky bitch this morning at work... that and I feel like I might be dying of the flu.  Anyways, I apologize to those in my warpath, namely Scotty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years.  So my resolutions are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;(1)Be less of a fat kid&lt;br /&gt;(2)Learn how to control my temper and direct that anger into better areas :)&lt;br /&gt;(3)Try not to fuck up the study abroad stuff&lt;br /&gt;(4)End global warming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.  Last night was fun, although I had a hell of a time trying to stay awake.  Work today was okay as well, just long.  I really need to figure out how to use my video camera.  Stat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's 2007.  I'm going to be 20 this year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8293770038023677581?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8293770038023677581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8293770038023677581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8293770038023677581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8293770038023677581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-lately-its-so-quiet.html' title='Oh Lately It&apos;s So Quiet'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8231720791436837620</id><published>2006-12-30T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T22:23:18.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Don't push me because I am close to the edge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; Defying Gravity by The Wicked Cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got back from the theater, Scott &amp; I went to see &lt;a href="http://www2.warnerbros.com/happyfeet/"&gt;Happy Feet&lt;/a&gt;.  Cutest damn movie ever.  End of story.  It seemed like a lot of the really funny stuff went right over the little kids' heads, but it was damn funny.  Kinda felt like a dork laughing like an idiot when the little kids are just kind of staring in amazement.  Granted you should never put Scott &amp; I together &amp; expect us to behave like normal human beings.  Oh, and we saw this lady that we used to work with, Sue, who was a crazy bitch.  Anyways, she got fired for "accidentally" leaving a resident outside it the blistering heat for about three hours.  Classy lady.  I love how the end of the movie has a slightly political tone to it, way to influence the elementary kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a penguin.  A dancing penguin.  STAT.  Not gonna lie, I think Mumble is the gay penguin.  He's so cute, dancing his little heart out.  But seriously, he says "Don't ask me to change, because I can't." Just a little gay, no?  And the elder penguins are kind of like a religious cult... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to better things.  I got my camera today, now I just have the task of figuring out how to use it.  That's where my brother comes in handy.  I'm going to work tomorrow morning, then I'm rolling out the truffles for Jason &amp; Becky's party while washing my uniform, then I have to stop by Best Buy and pick up a DV tape (no idea what that is, by the way) and maybe a second battery for la camera.  Then I'm off to Jason &amp; Becky's... quickly followed by work in the morning.  At six-fifteen.  Kill me now.  I'm pretty sure that I won't be functioning by the time I get to work, but whatev.  I'll figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8231720791436837620?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8231720791436837620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8231720791436837620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8231720791436837620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8231720791436837620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2006/12/dont-push-me-because-i-am-close-to-edge.html' title='Don&apos;t push me because I am close to the edge...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-4836668407662551796</id><published>2006-12-30T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T14:14:32.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to do list'/><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; Familiar Pills by Desole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need to:&lt;br /&gt;-Buy watch batteries for my sweet digital world clock from Jason &amp; Becky&lt;br /&gt;-Take my computer in to Best Buy so they can fix the internet&lt;br /&gt;-Go get my video camera from Best Buy&lt;br /&gt;-Call Best Buy rewards so I can get my points&lt;br /&gt;-Roll the truffles for Jason &amp; Becky&lt;br /&gt;-Get an awkwardly shaped light bulb for my pink IKEA lamp&lt;br /&gt;-Finish cleaning my god damn room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-4836668407662551796?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/4836668407662551796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=4836668407662551796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/4836668407662551796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/4836668407662551796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2006/12/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-4654327222326476050</id><published>2006-12-30T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:16:33.942-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Oh our dreams are coming true</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt;  Take a guess... Heaven &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mSvSdKekecg" title="Heaven" rel="enclosure" onclick="window.open('http://freevlog.org/popup/popup.php?url='+this.href,'video','width=360,height=305,top=20,left=20,scrollbars=no,resizable=yes,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=yes,left=0,top=0');return false"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by DJ Sammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the song more than life itself right now, not gonna lie.  Fucking A.  So I had a really long day, which consisted of not know I had to work.  Anyways, I got no sleep, then I went to work @ 6:00am.  Then I went to the eye doctor to get new eyes.  Awesome.  I kinda want blue contacts, but I feel like they're expensive.  The girl that was doing my prescription had the weirdest colored eyes, they were something like aquamarine.  Anyways, I picked out some pretty good glasses &amp; that's about it.  Oh, and a new type of contact lens, called Acuvue: Oasis.  They feel pretty good in the eyes, not gonna lie, although they really do nothing for astigmatism.  Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I get to go pick up my puppy from the vet, 'cause she was getting spayed (or neutered... I can never remember which one the girl dog gets).  She'll be soooo sleepy.  Just like me.  I got home from getting my oil changed, then I fell asleep, then I woke up for dinner, then I fell asleep again.  Hours later around 11:30, Coop called &amp;amp; woke me up.  That slut.  And I was in bed... which confused me.  Then I ended up calling Cat.  Hehe.  Funny chain of events to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow looks like it's going to be a crazy day, I have to go pick up the pup, then I'm off to go to the mall &amp; Best Buy with mom, then my dad wants me to take him to get contact lenses... then I have to go get coffee with Coop &amp;amp; Maggie.  Then Happy Feet with Scott. Woot.  I'm pumped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-4654327222326476050?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/4654327222326476050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=4654327222326476050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/4654327222326476050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/4654327222326476050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-our-dreams-are-coming-true.html' title='Oh our dreams are coming true'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-595197705773002861</id><published>2006-12-28T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T14:55:55.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>New &amp; Exciting</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt;  Black Horse &amp; The Cherry Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... I'm taking a break from cleaning my room.  I feel like I should just throw everything out, it's bad.  I'm not even unpacked from school yet, damnit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on to new and exciting news.  I made a comment/tag box over on the right hand upper corner.  So... LEAVE COMMENTS.  All you have to do is type you're name (or a name...) in the top box, then your comment in the bottom box.  Finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I'll figure out how to get rid of the annoying little add at the bottom of the comment box, but until then... ignore it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to take a little nap before work, good night.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-595197705773002861?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/595197705773002861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=595197705773002861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/595197705773002861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/595197705773002861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-exciting.html' title='New &amp; Exciting'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-8736198179973323647</id><published>2006-12-28T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T00:15:07.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>What's better...</title><content type='html'>... than sitting @ a computer with you're two best friends making fun of people's myspace pictures?  Nothing.  Coop &amp; Cat &amp;amp; I did our Christmas exchanges today.  Fun stuff.  I'm poor, so I made them both scrapbooks.  Cat got me two French posters and she made this cute purple stuffed dog with tags on it of flags of the countries I have/will visit.  It's adorable.  Coop got me a whole bunch of stuff to keep me occupied on the plane to NZ, including an awesome tote complete with my name in ASL, a NZ travel guide + NZ map, 2 crossword puzzle books, a coloring book, stationary, envelopes, pens (with free sample gum) and a globe/pencil sharpener.  Awesome.  I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still listening to "Heaven" non-stop.  Now it's my myspace song.  Oh snap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked this morning @ 6:15, but before we get to that, we must back the train up a little bit.  First off, my dad came upstairs @ 5:15 to make sure that I had my alarm set and subsequently woke me up out of my sleep.  Then he decided that it would be an awesome time to put away dishes, really loudly.  So I got up and we got into a little argument.  Then I left for work and sat at the 23 Mile/Washington Street traffic light for approximately (a long time) 6 minutes.  Both sides got to go twice.  I feel like the light might be broken.  Anyways, I finally did a backwards U-turn and dodged the giant Christmas tree to go a different way.  Fuck trees.  I got to work with a minute to spare.  I did have a really good day at work though, I was on deserts, which consisted of making muffins for tomorrow morning, dishing out pudding and pulling some strawberries from the freezer for tomorrows lunchtime desert.  If I wasn't so bad at focusing at the task at hand, I would have gotten it finished in an hour flat, but I was effing around a lot.  After work I went &amp; took care of bank stuff, then went home.  Then time passed.  Took an amazing bubble bath with effervescing salts.  An hour later I went to Starbucks with Coop, then we called Cat on our way home &amp; she met us there to hang out.  That's pretty much it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied.  So I'm pissed, I was supposed to have New Years Day morning off and work that night... well, I have New Years night off, but I work in the morning.  I'm going to go to Jason &amp; Becky's still though, I'm just going to have to drive from Harper Woods to the Village.  Stellar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-8736198179973323647?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/8736198179973323647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=8736198179973323647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8736198179973323647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/8736198179973323647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-better.html' title='What&apos;s better...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-6750977658644767947</id><published>2006-12-26T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:26:52.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Baby it's hard to believe... we're in heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:  Heaven (Techno Mix) by DJ Sammy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we ended up listening to that song about a million times.  Amazing.  Anyways, I love it.  Then we listened to it in the dish room at work.  Now I'm listening to it.  Damn.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Scott &amp; I went shopping today at about 7:00am.   We went to Meijer &amp; I bought some perfum, then off to Starbucks, Lakeside Mall and Best Buy.  I also paid for my video camera!  I have to pick it up on Saturday, as they had to order it.  It's pretty sweet, not gonna lie, I'm in love with it.  I bought a 1gb memory card for it too.  Then, on a whim, we went to IKEA and we ate their $.99 breakfast.  It was pretty good.  I didn't buy anything, but we enjoyed walking around the place for about an hour and a half.  Scotty bought... a buffet.  HAHA.  Ok, so it's a small buffet and it doesn't look like one and apparently it's perfect to fit his TV on AND it was on sale.  Good stuff.  Stopped @ Walmart before coming home, then I attempted to take a nap.  Failed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we both had to work, we decided to get nice &amp; caffeinated, so we went to Starbucks  a second time, around 3:30 pm.  Awesome.  It was delicious.  We pretty much were crazy at work and annoyed the hell out of everyone.  But we still kicked ass and we were both in the dish room.  Heaven was stuck in my head all night.  Still is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might go see Happy Feet this weekend if it's still in the theater.  Hmmmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-6750977658644767947?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/6750977658644767947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=6750977658644767947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6750977658644767947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/6750977658644767947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2006/12/baby-its-hard-to-believe-were-in-heaven.html' title='Baby it&apos;s hard to believe... we&apos;re in heaven'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-5207208979300851399</id><published>2006-12-25T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T22:32:20.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently watching:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114011/"&gt;Now &amp; Then&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the best Christmas I've had in a long time, it was super low key.  I woke up early to take Nana to church, then I napped for 2 hours, then daddy woke me up and I had pancakes.  Delicious.  Around noon, Jason &amp; Becky came over for Christmas dinner.  I got so many presents this year, it's ridiculous.  From Jason &amp; Becky, I got a Eucalyptus candle, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vagina-Monologues-V-Day-Eve-Ensler/dp/0375756981/ref=ed_oe_p/002-3293558-1827269"&gt;the Vagina Monologues book&lt;/a&gt;, a world clock, an Elton John scent thing ;), a little desk clip thing, a decorative Christmas Tree and a Canon photo printer.  AWESOME!  From my mom and dad, I got a pretty pink bath robe and a $100 gift card to Best Buy.  Jill &amp; Jenny got me a $25 Best Buy gift card and a $15 Starbucks card, which I'm sure I'll be using tomorrow morning when I go shopping like whoa.  I also got $25 from the Nana.  Woot.  Okay, I'm waking up early to go shopping with Scotty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-5207208979300851399?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/5207208979300851399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=5207208979300851399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5207208979300851399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5207208979300851399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-483655466746534380</id><published>2006-12-22T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:36:42.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>My blood is amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/b&gt; The most amazing internet radio ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the most amazing internet radio ever is called &lt;a href="www.pandora.com"&gt;Pandora&lt;/a&gt;.  It's amazing.  Why?  Because you put in the type of music you like (either a specific song or a band/artist) then it creates a radio station catered to that type of music.  And you can add different artists to your station &amp; it becomes kick ass.  I've already discovered some hot shit, not gonna lie.  Now all I need is for Pandora to stream audio to my mp3 player.  Not gonna happen, but maybe one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to &lt;a href="http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/rent/seasonsoflove.htm"&gt;Seasons of Love&lt;/a&gt; from Rent! playing on my cell phone... but I thought I was dreaming the song, so I slept through it.  Then mom called on the house phone.  Lame.  But she wanted me to come up to her work to donate blood, so I was excited... and that also meant I got to sign with Karen.  Woot.  So I got to her work around 11:00-ish and we had lunch, then I went to give blood.  They did that stupid little spring loaded stab-you-in-the-finger-so-we-can-test-your-blood test, which hurt like a bitch.  My iron levels are amazing... but I couldn't give blood because apparently I don't have enough red blood cells.  Fuck that, I have good blood.  My blood is amazing &amp;amp; I can't even save lives with it.  Whatev, I got free American Red Cross shwag... a beanie &amp;amp; a pin.  And a voucher for $3.50 for the hospital food court.  SCORE.  Definitely gave that one to the mom.  Then I signed with Karen for about an hour, which was fun, although people in her department were staring like whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, went to the bank with dad, filled out student visa shit, killed the bank.  End of story, I pretty much hate the student visa process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I kept forgetting that today was Friday... I was still stuck in Thursday, so I forgot that Coop was coming home.  She made me be a fat kid and go to Cold Stone for the second time this week... so now it's her fault I'm a fat kid.  Good times.  Oh and I think Ollie might be a lesbian, she started humping my arm today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to sleep so I can wake up for work in the morning.  Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-483655466746534380?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/483655466746534380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=483655466746534380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/483655466746534380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/483655466746534380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-blood-is-amazing.html' title='My blood is amazing'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-7030199339222622904</id><published>2006-12-20T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:48:33.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Just days until Christmas...</title><content type='html'>...and I've not bought any presents yet.  I've started making a few... but that's about it.  LAME.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of the most mentally challenged days of my life today.  And I realized that my friend Sarah reminds me of Karen from Will &amp; Grace.  Well the good parts &amp; the crazy laugh.  Anyways, back to the day I had.  Well I got up @ 4:45 to go pee, then I fell asleep in my mom's bed for half an hour, then got up and took a shower.  Then I took another 15 minute nap... then I got up and went to work.  Then hell broke loose.  First of all, Paul &amp; I were working together &amp; we tend to wreak havoc, especially if we're both in the dish room.  Then a kid got fired.  Then Paul poured pickled herring juice on my leg... on purpose.  Once we got back from the stations, I threw a brussel sprout at his head.  He retaliated with chucking breakfast meats at me.  Then he decided to take it a step further and put a sausage down the back of my shirt.  Interestingly, I had a large, moist piece of cake in my hand... so I smashed it into his ear.  It was totally worth not getting any work done today.  I got home and took another nap until about 6:30.  Later, I went out with Scotty, Sarah, Dana &amp; this Dan kid that works with us to Cold Stone.  Fun times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm watching Will &amp; Grace.  Life is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-7030199339222622904?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/7030199339222622904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=7030199339222622904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/7030199339222622904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/7030199339222622904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-days-until-christmas.html' title='Just days until Christmas...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-3924131815720844958</id><published>2006-12-19T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:38:29.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Ok, so...</title><content type='html'>... today is passing so damn slow.  And I can't sleep.  And I really need to, since I have to be up @ 5:15 to shower before work.  But in the last few hours I've become addicted to the show "My So-Called Life" which was on in the mid-nineties.  That makes me lame.  But I can't stop watching it.  And Wilson Cruz is probably the most adorable guy ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my internet keeps going out and my mouse keeps freaking out, so I'm going to try to stop watching this ridiculous melodrama &amp; go to bed.  Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-3924131815720844958?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/3924131815720844958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=3924131815720844958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3924131815720844958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/3924131815720844958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-so.html' title='Ok, so...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369346.post-5233110489880033087</id><published>2006-12-18T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:19:04.839-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>Ughhh... I feel like death.  I fell asleep @ 6:00pm today, right after I ate dinner.  Awesome 4 hour nap in the middle of my life.  So I took my puppy to the vet today &amp; she was running a puppy fever :(.  But she's better now.  Aaaand we found out that she's not just a boxer &amp; golden retriever, the vet said she looks a lot like an Alaskan breed dog.  :).  Oy vey.  I really have nothing to say right now, I'm probably going to go back to sleep in the next few minutes.  Why?  Because I'm amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369346-5233110489880033087?l=ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/feeds/5233110489880033087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6369346&amp;postID=5233110489880033087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5233110489880033087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369346/posts/default/5233110489880033087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofdishragsandraisins.blogspot.com/2006/12/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Samantha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zNknZTA6k10/TfXHszTPO_I/AAAAAAAAEGU/6DsTJUG9Hdg/s1600/Website.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
