<?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-3281005</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:31:07.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[...you don't stand out + but you don't fit in...]</title><subtitle type='html'>=P</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-9948355</id><published>2002-02-20T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-20T22:50:55.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>your MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the NJ 'honors band' thing is a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uhh.. 'eddie!' is kinda getting old... i thought he finally stopped... haha, i guess not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-9948355?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9948355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9948355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_02_17_archive.html#9948355' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-9735554</id><published>2002-02-14T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-14T20:11:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oy.. do I feel like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a usual day, i suppose. Well, it's valentine's day, but pretty fun. We were teasing Keith all through English. Awwww.. poor guy. Hehehe.. anyway... after 4th period began, things weren't so fun. Not only did i fail my chemistry exam (which i thought i didn't do too bad on) i found out that *someone* (gee, i wonder) was asking Jeremy for my locker combination, for &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; retarded fake "love note" thing. (Yeah, i got weird looks when i started hyperventilating in class =P) Anyway.. this *someone* is really starting to piss me off, because of his arrogance and shit. Well, at first, I thought he was a cool person. I mean, he was a good trumpet player and a good runner- two things that I really wish i could be. Then, somethings happened that made him not so cool. Then this year, he was kinda cool again, despite other annoying things that happened. Now, he's just annoying =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-9735554?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9735554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9735554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9735554' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-9627282</id><published>2002-02-11T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T20:58:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. the region "solos" aren't songs- they're just random notes put in "jazz" rythms.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel like practicing anymore... =P I'm always stuck playing 4th, and I hate it. When we get a new piece, I should just take first or second and just give the rest to the other guys- it isn't fair how I never get any solos or lead parts, and i'm always stuck with the crappy part. Oh well, I'd rather be the one laughing in my seat while *someone* is cracking in the middle of a solo because that *someone* is so damn arrogant that he hoards all the firsts and solos for himself, and won't even be able to hit a clean E after the jazz concert. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-9627282?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9627282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9627282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9627282' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-9574104</id><published>2002-02-10T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-10T08:54:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright.. i've been kinda sneaking on all week for the internet =X so much for self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. how should i put this... um... &lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt; week. Friday, i went to see Mothman Prophecies, and it was pretty, uhh.. odd. Alright.. Saturday.. :-/ Frosh/Soph indoor championships. Uggh... that was almost humilating. We had girls score in EVERY SINGLE EVENT. &lt;br /&gt;400- Emi (1st!!!!! all the guys were like, "emi, can we have your autograph?")&lt;br /&gt;3200- Danni (4th... and her hair fell apart in the middle, hehe) Wendi (2nd... also, they were probably the only girls running without racing flats.)  &lt;br /&gt;55 dash- Emi (2nd.. again)&lt;br /&gt;55 hurdles- Cindie (4th!!)&lt;br /&gt;800- Alissa (2nd!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Shotput- Hannah (forgot what place.. 5th?)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, pretty good eh? Oh wait, i think we're forgetting an event.. hmm.. was it.. OH! 1600! Gee, the only event that i ran in, we didn't place. Not like i had a chance- those seed times! Some girl had a 5:20 seed time. =P and everyone in the first heat had seed times below 6. but anyway, there were two heats, and it was pretty competative... so yeah, i felt like crap when i knew that i wasn't going to score anything. I felt even worse in the race, since I never ran at RBR before, and my mouth and throat felt extremly dry. And that was the FIRST race I ever ran when I truly felt i pushed myself to the limits, and you know what? I got a bad time. Like, horribly bad. As in... I shouldn't even be running in track with that time... it's an insult. &gt;_&lt; I really felt like not joining spring yesterday, since i was really feeling low because of it. But I remember Mr. Loughran saying that I may be more of a 400/800 person because I ran the 400 workouts pretty well, and I remember Caitlin saying the same thing to me too after a bad cross country race. So.. i don't know... perhaps. But even so, I'm still not going to be good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-9574104?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9574104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9574104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_02_10_archive.html#9574104' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-9303705</id><published>2002-02-02T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-02-02T16:05:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm.. i think this may be my "last entry". Report cards come out soon, and my mom isn't too happy with my grades. Sooo.. i think this could be a goodbye to many things - Internet, TV, social life, possibly running and trumpet. *sigh* I feel like everything died in me, and I'm nothing but an empty vessel who's purpose is just to go wake up, go to school, go home, study, eat, and sleep. If i can't do any more auditions, I'm just going to quit band next year and take AP Chem or something. The only reason I'm still stuck taking that class was so I could do all those region things, even if I had no chance in making them. The music is way too easy, the people are idiots, and I make no difference. I don't even get the point of finishing the one week left of winter season since I doubt i'm even going to be doing spring, and I might as well just throw away the outdoor racing flats that I've been waiting all year to use. It's not like I even wanted to do spring track anyway.. not like Ms. Caffrey would race me, not like any of the girls would know that I existed, or the guys would treat me with some decent amount of respect. Now is the point where life is truly pointless- when I can't do anything I love, and I look back and realized I took it all for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever... I'll die in 60 years anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-9303705?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9303705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9303705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9303705' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-9252145</id><published>2002-01-31T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-31T20:26:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DANGIT! I HATE GYM!&lt;br /&gt;Because of our new principal, we are now assigned gym classes instead of choosing them. I'm stuck with crappy indoor soccer, while freshmen are getting project adventure- for TWO marking periods! -_-;;; Anyway.. i got hit in the face today, which hurt 50 times more since my braces cut into my lip with the ball hit me. I can't even eat or drink anything without my lips stinging so much... and playing trumpet is pretty much out of the question, which is just PERFECT since i have region jazz in a month and half... MY LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mlive.com/news/grpress/index.ssf?/xml/story.ssf/html_standard.xsl?/base/news/1012407647133331.xml"&gt;Rockford coach article&lt;/a&gt; - REALLY random how i came across this article. I was talking to my friend, who happens to live in Rockford, for the first time in a few weeks. While i was talking to her, I decided to go to dyestat (her XC team was ranked 3rd in the country, and last year they had some guy who ran an 8 something for the 3200 and beat a 4x800 team. So yea.. i pestered her with many many running questions =P She was like, "Er.. don't ask me what I run.. I'm only on JV... i only run like a 20..." crazy. =P) and i saw the article on the first page. It was news to her too- the article, not the "drug distribution." But still.. ahh.. really random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of randomness... because there was no practice, I went on the late bus. I saw Karen, although i couldn't really get to her since it was extremly cramped. =P And then Eric and Srikar were yelling out stuff like, "SIT HERE!" even though they were in a 3-seat that was filled. So I ended up sitting next to Andrew Silverman, trying not to fall out of the seat. O_o; Oh yea, and the bus driver stole my pass. &gt;_&lt; Anyway, the walk home was extremly long, but not too boring, since Srikar was talking with me. It was a pretty long conversation- I won't get into it, but it really made me think a lot. But it when I got home, I scared my mom by getting a glass of water for her out of nowhere. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouuuch.. lips hurt.. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-9252145?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9252145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9252145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9252145' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-9211085</id><published>2002-01-30T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T21:16:19.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BAD DAY! BAD BAD DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how many times that a certain name was used in the French homework/classwork? -_- And I didnt' do my math homework since i forgot my math book, and this was the first time she was checking it this marking period! My grade dropped down to a B last marking period b/c of hws.. argh. There wasn't any practice today because of the big shore conference meet.. so nothing especially interesting happened today. =P Well.. george and karthik chased us around during our run... in their car... O_o;;; yea, that was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-9211085?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9211085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9211085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9211085' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-9174788</id><published>2002-01-29T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-29T18:45:39.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;(and if you're reading this, Frank, that's 7 evils, so they don't cancel out. =P)&lt;br /&gt;CONSPIRACY! CONSPIRACY, I TELL YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt; SCARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, i know, that made no sense. -_-;; if you played soccer last year with me, you would know...&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;got back midterms and averages... uggghh.. i think i'm going to cry. B in math... that was supposed to be my &lt;i&gt;easy&lt;/i&gt;_class. =P I felt really lazy in track, and i didn't realize until the end of the run that i was wearing my everyday-walking-around sneakers, not my running sneakers. O_o; Haha.. Christine... she's tired, so she leans herself on Ms. Mason's shoulder, then Ms. Mason says, "Don't touch me." Ouch. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-9174788?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9174788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9174788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9174788' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-9141811</id><published>2002-01-28T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-28T20:35:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>;_; I think the only way my mom (since she's going to force me to study non stop after she sees my grades) is going to let me do spring track is if i somehow break 6:00 on the mile next meet...&lt;br /&gt;and to tell you where I am running-wise, I haven't even broken 7... O_o;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-9141811?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9141811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9141811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9141811' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-9136816</id><published>2002-01-28T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-28T17:51:47.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;br /&gt;=) =)&lt;br /&gt;I like running. I hate some of the runners, but I like running. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing worked out right today, except for track practice, when i actually hit the time i was supposed to hit at during every single 400. Yes.. i just feel.. happy, for once. Maybe it was the weather.. ahh.. who knows. I'm just... happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-9136816?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9136816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9136816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9136816' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-9090490</id><published>2002-01-27T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-27T09:23:23.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawn* good morning.. going to leave for church in a few minutes. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did end up seeing a movie yesterday, except Tara couldn't go, and Ray, well, we forgot to call him. -_-;; I ended up going with Neil, Eric Chang, Howard, and Evelyn to see &lt;i&gt;A Beautiful Mind&lt;/i&gt;.. except the guys picked me up, so.. yeah. I ended up running out of the house to avoid any chance of my grandma seeing and then telling my very anti-male parents. (Mostly my dad... when he came back last summer when we picked up Wes... he gave him this REALLY nasty look that made Wes afraid of my family.. then yells at me for having guy friends. And when my dad came to the XC banquet, i didn't stop hearing about that senior gift for days =P "WHY DID HE GIVE HIM YOUR PICTURE?! WHY WAS YOUR NAME MENTIONED?!?!??!") Neil and I got to the movie theatre, since Eric and Howard missed a turn. (...) Crowded. The guys got on line, and i kept a lookout for Evelyn. A lot of people were there- Frank Kung, Randall, Albert, John Chow... i think the sophs were there for Pravin's birthday. So anyway.. waiting.. waiting.. no Evelyn. Then, we hear that &lt;i&gt;A Beautiful Mind &lt;/i&gt;has sold out. D'oh. We decided to go see &lt;i&gt;Black Hawk Down &lt;/i&gt; instead, but isn't it illegal since most of us were only 16? Oh well. O_o; They got the tickets, and we continued to wait outside for Evelyn. She came a few minutes later.. whoops. So anyway, 7:00, we get in on time. Extremly disturbing, bloody, gory, although very moving and realistic. I'll ramble on about the movie later, since it's time for church. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-9090490?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9090490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9090490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_27_archive.html#9090490' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-9070379</id><published>2002-01-26T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-26T13:56:56.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got some decent sleep. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. i woke up today not even being able to move since my hips were in so much pain. I decided to take today off and force myself to run for at least 1/2 an hour tommorow morning and continue to ice my hips. I _really_ hope this pain is paying off... i don't think i even felt this much pain in cross country. But then again, i never worked this hard in cross country...&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. that's it for now. My parents just came back from Chinatown with yummy food.. probably enough for my calorie intake for a whole week. O_o; so much for "watching what i eat." (yess... 3 hours!) -_-;;&lt;br /&gt;Probably going to be seeing a Beautiful Mind later on with Ev and Neil, maybe Tara and Ray too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-9070379?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9070379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9070379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#9070379' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-9053664</id><published>2002-01-25T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-25T20:56:41.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ouch... workout today&lt;br /&gt;double ouch.. i ran horrible today. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterms are over, but now for results.. *sigh* after these, i can say that i wasted a whole season of training, since there's no way my mom is going to let me do spring track after she sees my grades. &lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway... took/failed french exam, went to Perkins for breakfast, despite the fact that i was never invited...(GREAT FRIENDS T_T) but Jeremy kinda offered a ride, so why not? Hahaha.. Kristin was craaazy... "swedish crepes," eh liz? Oh wait a minute..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-9053664?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9053664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9053664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#9053664' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-9020309</id><published>2002-01-24T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-24T20:15:44.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blah blah blah, angst angst angst, i'm stupid, life is worthless, etc, i hate myself, etc etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... midterms. Just fill in the blanks. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-9020309?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9020309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/9020309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#9020309' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8988373</id><published>2002-01-23T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-23T21:46:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright.. time to "open my mind." (ev/neil- would i be "regurgitating my mind" since i'm not feeding it? or is this actually "feeding the mind." Maybe i'm feeding your mind... okay.. i'll stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday were the all-shore jazz auditions. I tried out on trumpet, obviously, and er.. didn't do so well. It was kinda stupid, i agree, since the judges were LOOKING right at you.. but i just did.. argh. &gt;_&lt; I mean.. regions i didn't make it either, and i was like 10 spots away from last, but somehow, i think this got me more mad because the solo was INCREDIBLY easy and i thought that there was no way i could have screwed it up. Now that i know how bad i am, i don't know if i even want to continue. I came home from school today and "reflected" (in other words, cried and ripped up the solo) for a couple hours before I could convince myself to look at the Region Jazz (-_-;;) solo. I don't think i can still touch my trumpet with out crying or going through some emotional flashback =P. I just got off the phone with my trumpet teacher, who's trying to convince me that it was just a "bad audition", that it happens to everyone, it's only my 2nd audition, and not to let *someone* intimdate me. I really wish i could just put it behind me.. but it's just... not easy. =P I really really rather not put myself through the region audition, because the same thing will happen, and it'll all just be some vicious cycle of months of hard work and determination followed by days of depression and a horrible feeling of worthlessness. Fun, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well... at least my parents don't have to drive me to Long Branch every week.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8988373?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8988373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8988373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8988373' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8981870</id><published>2002-01-23T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-23T18:11:21.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa.. i think joanne's going through one of those "depressions". No blogging for now. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8981870?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8981870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8981870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8981870' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8924794</id><published>2002-01-22T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-22T01:16:09.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the way, i am a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a run today, but there was a lot of snow. I've never run in snow before since I started last year in spring track, and i was a sprinter anyway. =P So.. it's thin layer, so i'm like, "hm.. this won't be so bad." &lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm basically hopping from snow/sidewalk to street since i'm so afriad of being knocked over.  Sometimes the snow gets really deep, and when i'm trying to get out, it takes a LOT of energy. =P And yes.. let's not forget the puddles of melted snow/slush/mud that were all over my shoes.. -_-; And towards the middle of my run, my ankles KILL, so i had to cut it a bit short. Argh.. i am.. stupid..&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned today? running in snow=bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8924794?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8924794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8924794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8924794' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8915165</id><published>2002-01-21T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-21T19:48:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay, another day wasted... must stop listening to "birdland" and start practicing allshore solo.. &lt;br /&gt;...and study midterms..oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. i'm mad at my dad. =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.. i feel stupid.. i don't even know how to set up archives.. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8915165?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8915165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8915165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8915165' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8876048</id><published>2002-01-20T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T18:44:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like the world is against me...&lt;br /&gt;(but not for the reasons listed below.)&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SUPPOSED to leave the house at 9, get to the Princeton track a little before 10, leave at 12:45 for church, then go home after that... BUT my schedule got messed up. We didn't leave the house until 9:30 since my mom didn't decided to finally get ready until 9:05. i decided to keep my mouth shut since my mom was driving me all around NJ. =P Then she just &lt;i&gt;has &lt;/i&gt;to stop by the asian grocery for a newspaper and drinks. =P I, once again, kept my mouth shut, since she was also volunteering to watch the meet for those 2 1/2 hours. I finally go to the track at around 10:45, watching the girl's 400 finish up. I met up with Danny, Wendi, Alyssa, and Dave, and mostly hung around and talked to the girls while they got ready and warmed up and stuff. Unfortunatly, during the boys 3200 race, they were teasing me about Eddie... and one of the guys, Leo, was right in front of us. Oops. =P Ah yes... boys 3200 race.. that was a pretty exciting race. Craig Segal won, of course, and completly blew away KC Brown and some other guy in bright yellow away on the second to last lap. (or was it last?) The guys got 1st and 3rd in high jump, and I think Cindie and Christina and Emi qualified for 55 hurdles and 55 dash. Trying to think what else happened... i did want to see the 800, 1600, and 4x400 since Alyssa, Danny, Wendi, and Dave we all compeating in those. (basically.. the only people i talked to the whole thing =P)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. i left at about 12:45, and it took us so long to find the car, my mom decided that we should just go home. Argh.. I was pretty upset, since i missed church last week too. &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.. my art is posted on &lt;a href="http://www.cjas.org/~leng/open.htm"&gt; thought experiments lain&lt;/a&gt;!!!! I rambled, being the geeky person i am. &gt;_&lt; the gift art page is &lt;a href="http://www.cjas.org/~leng/gift.htm"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8876048?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8876048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8876048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8876048' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8861953</id><published>2002-01-20T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T00:26:32.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH! PRE-HRITHIK OBSESSION FOR DIVYA!!!!!! WHEN SHE WAS OBSESSED WITH... JEFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaay waaaay WAAAAAAAAAAAAY to far back for me. O_o;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8861953?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8861953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8861953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8861953' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8861818</id><published>2002-01-20T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T00:20:36.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. what does a counter and a gbook have anything to do with this? i don't know.. but WOW were those old entries... 8th grade man... Anu and his werid anti-creationist views... evelyn being bored/insane (isn't she still?)... nik kappy and.. well, yea, nik kappy. =P I remember when my problems were about people calling me "nervous joey"... AHHH! &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8861818?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8861818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8861818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8861818' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8842425</id><published>2002-01-19T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-19T08:32:35.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay snow! (soon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8842425?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8842425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8842425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8842425' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8842419</id><published>2002-01-19T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-19T08:31:59.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh.. sleep is good...&lt;br /&gt;My parents gave me a whole long lecture last night... they're going to kill me when they see my history grade. -_-;;;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, life isn't good. I wanna see if I can watch States for a little bit tommorow since i'll be in that area for church. Hmm.. otherwise it's mainly midterm studying time. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8842419?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8842419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8842419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8842419' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8831454</id><published>2002-01-18T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-18T20:49:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a comment to myself&lt;br /&gt;=X &lt;br /&gt;Keep silent, work hard, don't let anyone bring me down. Show them when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;(All-Shore Jazz- Jan 22             |          Frosh/Soph Meet- February 9th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8831454?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8831454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8831454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8831454' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8828268</id><published>2002-01-18T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-18T18:31:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-_-;;; when will winter be over?! Dammit, i want coach Caffrey again!!! ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. we're cleaning the house so people can look at it. I don't know if this is goodbye holmdel, but who knows? Hopefully not.. or hopefully yes so i can get out of this hell.&lt;br /&gt;Bad stuff happened today that i really don't want to get into. *sigh* midterms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8828268?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8828268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8828268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8828268' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8797440</id><published>2002-01-17T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-17T20:13:12.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my gosh, i don't think i laughed this much in my life...&lt;br /&gt;After second period, i decided to visit Evelyn, Cindie, and Peri at their lockers before they went to French. When we walk through the hallway to the commons, someone walks by. *cough* Anyway, this person is walking next to another person who I just.. don't like (to put it simply), and i just laugh. I don't know if *cough* this person saw, but i started laughing, and i couldn't stop. Okay, after that, "lunch" (3rd period.. whoohoo =P) and then chem! Oh gosh.. those chem videos for some odd reason crack me up.. =P Lauda.. and Kim.. and Paul... and the scientist guy.. and that annoying music! Pravin kept mocking Lauda, and then went, "Give me your money," in some weird accent. By the end of the period, I was laughing so hard that tears started running down my eyes and i couldn't even say a few words. And yes... weird looks from Ms. Hoheb. (that 74 didn't make me laugh though.. -_-;;;)  Anyway, i walked out of the classroom, still laughing, when I saw the same person at his locker. =P That.. wasn't so funny.. but i was laughing anyway. (HA! I HELD UP TRAFFIC FOR HIM. HAHA. HA.) and on the 4:00 late bus.. Neil's family living book... so funny.. so so so funny.. XD&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. today was a weird day. Excuse my extreme.. weirdness. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8797440?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8797440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8797440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8797440' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8769624</id><published>2002-01-16T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T22:59:40.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't think of much to say, other than "today was ANOTHER bad day." I'm still waiting for my extremly good day to come- but with fun stuff like midterms, i don't see it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i feel like completly crap. Nothing having to do with any events at school today, but it was the result of misjudging a person... or just caring TOO much. Bleh.. can't think of a better thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;The song below is called "A Song to Sing." (Can't say who it's from, b/c it's embarassing. =P) If you search for it, i'm sure the song will come up on whatever you use to download. It's a really emotional song that seems to just end my not-so-perfect-day perfectly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8769624?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8769624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8769624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8769624' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8762806</id><published>2002-01-16T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-16T23:17:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Song To Sing&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye four leaf clovers&lt;br /&gt;Hello gone away&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry the fight ain't over&lt;br /&gt;Unless you let it pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a friend to borrow&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for my radio&lt;br /&gt;So I might find a heart to follow &lt;br /&gt;I've never been just longing for your loving&lt;br /&gt;I've never been just wearing down to nothing&lt;br /&gt;I've never been just looking for a reason&lt;br /&gt;So that maybe you'll be thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;You'll be thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I have found in reason&lt;br /&gt;Is reason just to not believe&lt;br /&gt;When all that you're left is treason&lt;br /&gt;Is treason just to let it be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a friend to borrow&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for my radio&lt;br /&gt;So that I might find a heart to follow &lt;br /&gt;I've never been just longing for your loving&lt;br /&gt;I've never been just wearing down to nothing&lt;br /&gt;I've never been just looking for a reason&lt;br /&gt;So that maybe you'll be thinking of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue yonder dreams and second hand shoes&lt;br /&gt;You're so far gone that you live to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's too late to go home all alone&lt;br /&gt;Your the tar in that old cigar&lt;br /&gt;And the worn out cable on a cable car&lt;br /&gt;And you're too tired to admit you've got to choose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a friend to borrow&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for my radio&lt;br /&gt;So I might find a heart to follow &lt;br /&gt;I've never been just longing for your loving&lt;br /&gt;I've never been just wearing down to nothing&lt;br /&gt;I've never been just looking for a reason&lt;br /&gt;So that maybe you'll be thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;You'll be thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;You'll be thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8762806?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8762806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8762806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8762806' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8727741</id><published>2002-01-15T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-15T20:10:57.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=) somehow, i feel all.. good about myself. We had to do 8 300s today, and i did (almost) every one of them exactly at 65, like we were supposed to, and i got faster during the last one, too! Plus, I was sticking with the twins and leading with Danny, mostly. Sure, i was still pushed around by most of the guys for stopping after.. (oops.. -_-) but i finished the workout. I finished it, and then did another one b/c everyone else wanted to. -_- After that 400 workout thing, i felt really bad... but instead of just whining about it, I sucked it up and FINISHED a workout. =)&lt;br /&gt;*note* I was out for a month, mind you... I just got back during the winter break. This was like, what, my 3rd workout? =P&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, it was an odd day, that's all. Nothing really interesting, although i think Peri now believes in my "horror" stories from track. And yes, in band, Eddie has ANOTHER solo, which he will crack on in spring if he doesn't learn to freaking share his music and solos. =P Blah.. whatever. Bus ride home, (Neil: We watched an interesting video in Family Life... Dave: REALLY? ::listens::) watched Simpsons, ate dinner, and now i'm online. Time to actually practice the All-Shore solo and do HW (hah.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8727741?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8727741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8727741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8727741' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8694936</id><published>2002-01-14T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T19:20:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouuuuccch.. teeth hurt.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is almost 80% confident that we're moving out of Holmdel. Am I pissed? Uhh.. yeah. Definatly. I hate moving period, and I really don't want to switch high schools. It's extremly stupid too if we're moving to the next town over. My god... i really hope I'm still going to stay in Holmdel... &lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. track.. a top loop and a half, trying to keep up with Danny, Wendi, and Alyssa. =P I really should have just stuck with Christine, who i'm more comfortable running/talking with in general. Well, i like Danny and Wendi, excpet coach loves them so much because they're GOOD and talks to them all the time. =P Yea, i guess I'm jealous, but I'm still working at it. I came back and talked to Mr. Sap, who i think wanted me away, finished sit ups and pushups, and then sat and "talked" to Neil, mainly about all-shore. My debate was whether to ask Eddie about it, seeing that Eddie probably thinks i'm some kind of weird little girl who stalks him. =P Then we had to go to the weight room, and i just kinda sat around, while Tim was complaining about his death tommorow and Jeremy rambled on about Vandread. Did stuff at the weight room, and then talked to Dave Farber, Neil, and Ray on the bus. Yea.. pretty average day.&lt;br /&gt;State test tommorow.. gosh i feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.. anything weird? Yes... Paul Merces held the door open for me today. Yea.. i overreact. :P But I thought it was odd... or maybe it really wasn't and it's all in my head. Yea, most likely, it's all in my head. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8694936?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8694936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8694936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8694936' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8693806</id><published>2002-01-14T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-14T18:56:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uggghhh...&lt;br /&gt;Slept until 8 today since i had an orthodontist appointment. =)~ Basically, day was the same, except i got an 80 on my math quiz- ARGH! &gt;_&lt; One more test and a final- i NEED an A!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Band was "fun", except Eddie still is an arrogant bastard and Chuck continues to scare me. Niral and Andrew crack me up, and Ken is just a dork. =P I wanna sit with Liz and Anthony darnit! Liz is just cool, and Anthony is a lot "nicer" this year. =/&lt;br /&gt;Track was torture- trying to keep up with Alyssa and the twins. Ugh.. Alyssa kept yelling at me. I know i shouldn't be banging my feet, but please be nicer about it, since I've been running uncorrected like that for a year. =P Ah well. more after dinner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8693806?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8693806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8693806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8693806' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8667638</id><published>2002-01-13T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-13T22:23:58.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>poor eddie.. poor poor eddie... (no sarcasm, surprisingly.)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;frank: &lt;/b&gt;AHHH! YOU POSTED OUR CONVERSATION!&lt;br /&gt;Yea, my life is THAT interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8667638?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8667638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8667638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8667638' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8653804</id><published>2002-01-13T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-13T12:53:40.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black"&gt;And just because i'm in the mood.. i'll publically post my conversation with frank kung.. fraaaaaaannnk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: frrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: o no its hoheb&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: wait nvm its jo&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: :P&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: how are you today, fraaaank?&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: tired&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: jooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: heh u added o no its hoheb to ur profile &lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: haha&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: :-D&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: yay, people look at my profile&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: do they?&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: i don't know&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: do they?&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: or do they NOT?&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: they DO&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: NOT&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: NOT&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: NOT&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: NOT&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: NOT&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: NOT&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: NOT&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: NOT&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: NOT&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: NOT&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: i bet you dont kno now which one it is&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: SarcAzn: NOT&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: THAT ONE!&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: no its not&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: LIAR&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: YES IT IS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: IS TOO!1&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: YOU'RE JUST LYING&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: FRANK!&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: HOHEB&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: i mean JO&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: NO&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: NO&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: YOU DID NOT CONFUSE ME FOR MS. HOHEB&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: two nos make a yes&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: NO!&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: NO CUBED!&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: HOHHOHOHHOHOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: so that would be for nos&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: so it would be yes&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: what?&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: NO CUBED&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: YES&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: plus that other no&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: NOO&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: that makes yes again&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: jees cant u count!&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: DAMMIT&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: THAT'S 5, OKAY!?!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: haha. your icon looks funny&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: oh wait, that's you&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: haha you look funny wait thats you&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: :P&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: what?&lt;br /&gt;the mutated fly: if you're going to insult me, at least make it make sense, duh :-P&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: fine&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: be that way&lt;br /&gt;SarcAzn: bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8653804?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8653804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8653804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8653804' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8653658</id><published>2002-01-13T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-13T13:21:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FF33CC"&gt;oh yea.. something i forgot to add about Friday, which really pissed me off. I had a 400 workout, and Mr. Loughran decides to put everyone in this one large group. (everyone being the people who weren't running Saturday) I'm dying, trying to catch up with all the guys, and for some odd reason, i'm running like 90s and a 99 on my 4th one &gt;_&lt; (i'm guessing it's because i was in the back back part of the line, since it was a stupid "mass" :P) After the 4th one, my legs are just rubber. Christine and I leaned on the fence, ready to collapse and die, and we hear the boys go off for their 5th 400. Mr. Loughran walks over and asks why we didn't run, and we felt even worse. He told us to walk a lap, which Christine could barely do. I don't get it. I used to do them at low 90s high 80s in cross country, and do 6 of them, and i couldn't even handle 4 at 95ish. Ugh.. that wasn't.. fun. Not the pain of it, just the fact that i couldn't finish it. I felt horrible. I felt weak. I just feel all.. bleah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea.. yesterday.. Tang sent me this purity test thing. 85%.. =X  his response, "LIAR!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8653658?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8653658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8653658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8653658' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281005.post-8653282</id><published>2002-01-13T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-13T13:08:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. &lt;br /&gt;My first blog, weehee. I guess I'll need an introduction of some sort. =)~&lt;br /&gt;My name is JoAnne, obviously, and i live in New Jersey. I don't really care how my name is spelled- for some odd reason i just like capitalizing the A. I don't like it when people spell my last name wrong, or start going, "You're chinese!?!" when they see my last name, eh heh.(how hard is it to spell "c-h-e-n-g"? all XC season my name was recorded as "chang" in dual meets &gt;_&lt;) Most people usually end up calling me "jo" for short, and some how it evolved into weird things in 7th and 8th grade. (nervous joey.. darn you nik kappy!) I'm not really "nervous" anymore, except i'm usually always uptight or paranoid about something. Either that, or i overreact too much, like the whole "Eddie Li!!" thing a while ago(when it wasn't so bad =P). I would pretty much start screaming to Tara, "OH MY GOSH! WHY DID HE DO THAT!!?!? AHHH! AHHHHHHH!!!!!" but tara isn't in winter, during my time of most need, dammit! hehehe... okay maybe not. My favorite class is probably Honors Chem right now, just because it's probably my most "fun" class. Yea, haha, it sounds weird, but i have a weird schedule.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm at that point in life right now where's all pointless. =P I'm home from church now, not really in the mood to run or practice trumpet, which are/were my two favorite things in life. I didn't get the best grade on a history test which will probably pull me down to ANOTHER C. =P And i've just been depressed about everything lately, and all that fun stuff that i won't really get into.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. i basically wasted my day yesterday. It's just all going downhill for me... blah.. feeling the effects of the horrible 16s! (I turned 16 last tuesday! happy birthday to meeee. =) ) I was sick thursday, and i wasn't too happy Friday. 3 tests, 2 to make up and 1 that i had no clue i had, French, which i'm just bad at. I was TRYING to concentrate, except I kept hearing this annoying, "EDDIE!! EDDIE!!!" outside my room. That was not only RETARDED, it was annoying. "Oh, i thought you were just doing classwork." Classwork my ass, you don't do that to someone in a classroom. Chemistry test was just, bleh, and i had to miss jazz band to take an EXTREMLY easy math quiz. But why am i happy about jazz band? Oh right, in spring, I can WATCH EDDIE CRACK AT THE MIDDLE OF THE SPRING CONCERT BECAUSE HE'S EXTREMLY ARROGANT AND AN INCOMPETENT "SECTION LEADER" AND GIVES HIMSELF ALL FIRSTS AND SOLOS WHILE I'M STUCK PLAYING 4TH FOR EVERY SINGLE FUCKING SONG. BUT OF COURSE, HE CAN HANDLE  PLAYING FIRST FOR ABOUT 6 SONGS, HE'S EDDIE LI. AND IF HE DOESN'T CRACK IN JAZZ BAND, HE'LL CRACK ON ALL HIS SOLOS IN BAND. &lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;And what a perfect way to end the day... having Paul Merces "innocently" aim an old chicken nugget at me many many times because he couldn't aim and it kept hitting Anthony, and then it hit Alyssa's bag (who then threw it at me =P), then having the chicken nugget FINALLY hit me when i was going to the locker room. Lots of fun. =P&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. In 10 years, I think I'll end up in a therapist's office, being questioned on why I respond and scream whenever I hear the name 'Eddie'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281005-8653282?l=lainbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8653282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281005/posts/default/8653282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lainbear.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8653282' title=''/><author><name>joanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999741232612706588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
