<?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-8079257</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:35:55.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bebita bibita</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-115432842228418499</id><published>2006-07-31T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T01:47:02.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Telly and I...</title><content type='html'>Hey, super long time!  I just wanna make sure you guys are catching some good quality summer television.  I try not to watch so much tv, but I admit I have my shows (all two of them). &lt;br /&gt;By the way... While I was doing some research on what shows are on right now (and turns out I'm not interested in any), I got caught up on ABC's Lost trivia quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/games/trivia/index.html"&gt;http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/games/trivia/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trivia is a little bit hard. I don't know which university Sayid went to.  I don't remember what Boone's blood type is.  Man, good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly is a show I saw one time.  America's Got Talent (NBC).&lt;br /&gt;Boy, does America have talent!!  I saw a guy in a fat suit lipsync to opera music while doing flips. &lt;em&gt;Cool!&lt;/em&gt;  A boy band clogged. What's clogging? They probably clog on the dancefloor and the bathtub drain.  Disgusting!  This middle aged guy jumproped with three girls on him.  This other guy kicked himself in the head.  Granted, it's tough to reach your foot to your head.  However, he did it many times, putting an egg on his forehead to demonstrate the strength he's using. Anyway, watch this show! It's funny because out of all of these American talented acts, the fake fat guy lipsyncing won out of the group.  I love America and her talented citizens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I got started watching It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia on FX.  Danny DeVito is the dad on this show.  Oh boy, I bet a lot of you have seen this, but it's about a group of grown up brothers and sister and their dad.  They own a bar in Philly.  Aaand, they're just fucking funny.  They're all just bad people, but oddly I can totally relate to them.  Maybe not so oddly.  This is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is called It's Always Funny in Philadelphia in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looove Bravo's Project Runway, and this season has already started very nicely. EXCEPT STUPID ANGELA ISN'T KICKED OFF YET.  Anyway, I really like Vincent although he's freaking crazy.  I like Alison, the blonde girl.  Her style is similars to Chloe.  And Keith reminds me of Daniel.  I really like Bradley, Kayne, Uli, and Michael.  I hate hate hate Angela and Jeffrey.  And I miss Malan.  Oh, and I like this show.&lt;br /&gt;There's this other show coming up on HGTV that's very similar to Project Runway but involves home improvement and home decorating.  Anyone else interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all of my shows this summer.  Once the fall lineup starts, I'll be indulging in the new season of Lost, and that's all that really matters to me.  If there are any good shows on right now, holler at me.  I'd love to get into some funny or some quality drama every now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-115432842228418499?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/115432842228418499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=115432842228418499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/115432842228418499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/115432842228418499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-telly-and-i.html' title='My Telly and I...'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-114057682097871998</id><published>2006-02-21T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:54:23.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>President Prestige</title><content type='html'>The Great Presidents Of Our Time (since February 20, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are quirky, useless, and slightly fun facts about some of your most celebrated American&lt;/span&gt; presidents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 9th U.S. president William Henry Harrison was inaugurated on a bitterly cold day and gave the longest inauguration speech ever. The new president promptly caught a cold that soon developed into pneumonia. Harrison died exactly one month into his presidential term, the shortest in U.S. history. (Why, why, why didn't this happen to our current president?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- John Tyler, 10th U.S. president, fathered 15 children (more than any other president)--8 by his first wife, and 7 by his second wife. Tyler was past his seventieth birthday when his 15th child was born. (ok, wow, old people having sex is gross.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sedated only by brandy, 11th president of the United States James Polk survived gall bladder surgery at the age of 17. (What. a. man.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Often depicted wearing a tall black stovepipe hat, 16th president of the United States Abraham Lincoln carried letters, bills, and notes in his hat. (stovepipe hat the new wallet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 17th U.S. president Andrew Johnson never attended school. His future wife, Eliza McCardle, taught him to write at the age of 17. (Bonus fact about Andrew Johnson: He only wore suits that he custom-tailored himself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah... let's skip to our current president's fun fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George W. Bush, 43rd president of the United States, and his wife Laura got married just three months after meeting each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2003/12/images/20031224_p36313-12-677v.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2003/12/images/20031224_p36313-12-677v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Georgie is such a charmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2003/12/images/20031224_p36313-12-677v.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-114057682097871998?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/114057682097871998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=114057682097871998&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/114057682097871998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/114057682097871998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2006/02/president-prestige.html' title='President Prestige'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-113771070645036469</id><published>2006-01-19T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T16:50:25.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Copy of Eden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MICHELLE BACHELET: LA PRESIDENTE DE CHILE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/530/400/202px-Michelle_Bachelet_promo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During the first round polls, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michelle_Bachelet"&gt;Michelle Bachelet&lt;/a&gt; (socialista) received 46% of the vote, so close to the majority vote which would have automatically given her the position of president. I think her strongest opponent was Sebastian Piñera, but he only received some 20% although he was the runner up. I don't remember. Both Bachelet and Piñera and other dude (Lavin something or other) all pretty much had the same campaigning promises: to work on urban crime, unemployment, public health, and housing and education services.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The run off elections were fairly close! Bachelet won 53.45% of the vote which was enough to win win win! I really didn't think Piñera would get as much as he did (46.5%). All I know is, Bachelet totally deserves it. Next time I visit Chile, GET READY TO MEET ME, MICHELLE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's going to do on&lt;a href="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/afp/20060116/capt.sge.awl73.160106072934.photo00.photo.default-298x380.jpg?x=270&amp;y=345&amp;amp;sig=GBa_W5zE5iyy4yD9I_DU3g--"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/afp/20060116/capt.sge.awl73.160106072934.photo00.photo.default-298x380.jpg?x=270&amp;y=345&amp;amp;sig=GBa_W5zE5iyy4yD9I_DU3g--" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e heck of a job. Thumbs up to you, too, presidente!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-113771070645036469?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/113771070645036469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=113771070645036469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/113771070645036469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/113771070645036469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-copy-of-eden.html' title='The Happy Copy of Eden'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-113735749727788533</id><published>2006-01-15T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T14:41:49.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GEORGEMICHAEL WOOWEE</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply adore George Michael!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astabgay.com/gayicons/gm6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.astabgay.com/gayicons/gm6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.studioteacher.com/images/ad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.studioteacher.com/images/ad2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS ONE!&lt;br /&gt;But he has a girlfriend during season two. Not to mention Maeby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But boy, is he really nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.studioteacher.com/images/ad5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.studioteacher.com/images/ad5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GET OFF HERrrrr, shhh sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-113735749727788533?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/113735749727788533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=113735749727788533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/113735749727788533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/113735749727788533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2006/01/georgemichael-woowee.html' title='GEORGEMICHAEL WOOWEE'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-113635684073978187</id><published>2006-01-04T00:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:42:13.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yay 4 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tddf.or.th/images_hand/happy%20new%20year.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.tddf.or.th/images_hand/happy%20new%20year.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late but important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-113635684073978187?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/113635684073978187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=113635684073978187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/113635684073978187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/113635684073978187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay-4-2006.html' title='yay 4 2006'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-113548695505732823</id><published>2005-12-24T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T23:02:35.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Newtonmas?</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas Eve.  I went last minute shopping earlier (exchanging, actually) and it seemed like nobody was out.  It was odd, downtown--no one there.  Then I just felt really pathetic for being out on Christmas Eve, of all things, &lt;em&gt;shopping&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn consuming Christmas.  I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT.  I hope I get some good presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let's not forget about this Man. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/j5xd85.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/j5xdo1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-113548695505732823?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/113548695505732823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=113548695505732823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/113548695505732823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/113548695505732823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2005/12/newtonmas.html' title='Newtonmas?'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-113470528556845133</id><published>2005-12-15T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T21:54:45.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care? (Yes I do.)</title><content type='html'>I've typed out about three different versions of a self-analysis.  I didn't like any of them because I sound retarded, moreso than now.  But just clear my mind, I'm going to make a list of things to be cleared off my mind.  The following are being cleared from my mind, as I have already stated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;This year was the most of a year I've yet lived through.  I'm not really sure if I would relive it in its entirety.  This year went by in trimesters, if you know what I mean.  The good, the bad, and the ugly.  And wow, it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fast Paced School Year (Part 1)&lt;br /&gt;Actually, school isn't going by fast enough (yeah it is).  I am tired of most of my classes, ie chemistry, history, and I just want it to be over already.  Thankfully, chemistry is finito.  Unfortunately, blah blah i dont know I just want school to be over.  School sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa died last week.  It sucks.  May he rest peacefully in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Uncertain Future&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to expect from tomorrow, let alone next year.  I just want some kind of plan, some kind of foresight or something, so I'm not so clueless.  I mean, I should feel like I am in control of my life, and I'm not.  Mostly because I don't do anything I set myself to do and because sometimes I just can't, not because I have no strength but because I don't have the ability of magic to end bullshit, aaand it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a lot of drama lately.&lt;br /&gt;The dramatron has attacked.  It started out as a bit distant, got closer, got closer even more, and then bam! Smack right in my grill.  I'll be completely vague, but damn, does it suck.  It's like all of these feelings are in the pit of your stomach and at the last minute after they have all harvested for a long, long time, those feelings just rush out and spew out of every hole in your body.  You know what I mean?  It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by just writing this, I'll stop dwelling on it and forget about it, at least a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to lie in a pool of self pity for the rest of this year.  I mean, it's not so long.  I know I won't, but what if I could?  I would hope to come out a refreshed Viviana, not a Viviana who is tired of her current outlook on life.  After all, my name means lively, full of life.  Am I lost in the meaning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-113470528556845133?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/113470528556845133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=113470528556845133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/113470528556845133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/113470528556845133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-dont-care-yes-i-do.html' title='I don&apos;t care? (Yes I do.)'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-112725013388828651</id><published>2005-09-20T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T16:02:13.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe a Revival? Only better.</title><content type='html'>I am considering starting up this blogging thing again, but with more success, I hope.  Since I don't have a digital camera (until maybe my birthday), I plan to write a lot of words and not post a lot of pictures.  These posts will mostly consist of ideas and unclear thoughts I've had throughout my days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also might render a composition of funny jokes or short stories for your pleasures, although they will be corny and not very funny at all.  The attempt will be sufficient I guess...  There is a chance my failure will be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, funny and maybe even unsuccessful and never updated ever again.  We'll see!  As for now, ABC Channel Gilmore Girls is on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-112725013388828651?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/112725013388828651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=112725013388828651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/112725013388828651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/112725013388828651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2005/09/maybe-revival-only-better.html' title='Maybe a Revival? Only better.'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-111438328348320215</id><published>2005-04-24T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T18:08:35.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Madness</title><content type='html'>Late April.  Early May.  Mid May. Late May. WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sooooooo much fun.  I left my cellular at Trent's house last night so I picked it up today because I can drive now and it's rockin'!  I like singing along to ROCK N ROLL.  &lt;br /&gt;I hung out with these crazy kids today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/4lt5b7" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mello and I went to Kiesel Park today and we flew kites.  The field we went to hadn't been mowed in 4ever, and it was so pretty.  I wish we had a camera.  Mello lost her new hairtie so we went to Claire's to buy a new one and James called and we picked him up after that and went to taco bell.  &lt;3Will Dodd &lt;3 was there.  hahahah yeah right.  But we bought food and went to felton little and then hastings and it was really windy and crazy and then i had to take james and mel home and when we were taking james home, mel and i found this papermache dinosaur or whatever it was in the trash so we put it in my trunk.  We put it in mel's porch.  We're going to paint it tomorrow and name it and give it a home and EVERYTHING.  YAy&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bored and I want to sleep and maybe eat a cookie.  Man I downloaded Conor's ABBA and i can't believe he likes ABBA.  How FUCKING EMBARRASSING.&lt;br /&gt;there was something in the air that night, the stars were bright&lt;br /&gt;fernando(a) &lt;---that's my middle name&lt;br /&gt;they were shining there for you and me&lt;br /&gt;for liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Viviana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. There's this boy I like and I don't know if I should tell him?  &lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;-TREmbliNg sluT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/4lt7uq" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-111438328348320215?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/111438328348320215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=111438328348320215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/111438328348320215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/111438328348320215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunday-madness.html' title='Sunday Madness'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-110982280107119906</id><published>2005-03-02T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T22:06:58.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CARA DE POTO</title><content type='html'>Today was really cool.  I started speaking Spanish out of nowhere.  So I continued for an hour or so.  God, it was fuun.  I had a gringo accent.  I really surprised myself.  I know a lot.  I was thinking about trying to skip Spanish104.  My dad will  go talk to the principal, and maybe I'll be able to take a test or something.  I want to take Spanish106.  Conversation and literature is my thaang.  I'm going to keep my fingers crossed on this.  Hopefully I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;One more month until I get my license. FINALLY.  Along with my license, I want an mp3player, a digital camera, and a car.  I'll get all that during the summer probably.  I don't like wanting.  Whateverrrrr.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I attended the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship uh, church.  It was... awesomely fulfilling.  Never did we pray or talk about God.  Instead, we looked for the good in our lives.  It was so homey.  I really enjoyed it because it reminded me of when I used to go to church in Millvale! haha. I miss Millvale.  That was an awesome town.  Millvale days RULED. K, chao chicos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-110982280107119906?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/110982280107119906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=110982280107119906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/110982280107119906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/110982280107119906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2005/03/cara-de-poto.html' title='CARA DE POTO'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-110783405749790114</id><published>2005-02-07T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:40:57.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Emily Hornsby</title><content type='html'>hey dawgs&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah it's that time of year! All the lovebirds and all of the love-depriven, lonely wannabes get to celebrate their favorite holiday! Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans:&lt;br /&gt;1. School&lt;br /&gt;2. Homework&lt;br /&gt;3. Dinner&lt;br /&gt;4. PARTY&lt;br /&gt;5. Lovekisses&lt;br /&gt;6. computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it...  last year's valentine's day was off the hizzy. haha i went to melanie's house with trent and i talked to melanie and trent talked to andy.  i remember telling melanie that trent gave me flowers and a card.  hahah giggles galore!  haha anyway, i dont really remember the rest of that, sadly.  trent probably put the moves on me or something, and I, being a big old scaredy-cat and kind of freaked out (haha jk), probably rejected his motives.  Oh baby! I totally regret that! But it turned all okay, thank God! I'll always remember that day as long as this entry exists.  THANK YOU SCIENCES AND TECHNOLOGY OF THE 20th CENTURY, and a little tiny bit of the 21st century, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;My 21st century is and will continue to be full of your love, sweetiepie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-110783405749790114?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/110783405749790114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=110783405749790114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/110783405749790114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/110783405749790114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-birthday-emily-hornsby.html' title='Happy birthday Emily Hornsby'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-110425095774410053</id><published>2004-12-28T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T10:27:18.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Annual Update</title><content type='html'>Long time no update.  Sorry, I guess...  I haven't really been busy, but not busy enough.  If I were busier, I would want to be less busy and therefore, would want to update because it makes me feel like I'm putting things off which I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, siiinnce.... the elections!  Holy!  I've been places.  I went to NYC, ya know.  Haha, it was such a good time.  We went to Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum.  We saw JLo, Brad Pitt, The Hulk, Elton John, the Beatles, NAPOLEON BONAPARTE, HELEN KELLER, GANDHI, A POPE! and some other no names.  Miranda got a digital camera, so these pictures are somewhere on the interway of love.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, we saw Eminem at TRL.  ENCORE BABY!  It was awesome.  I... oh god. I can't put it into words. IT WAS EMINEM! The REAL Slim Shady.  What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing?  Yeah... it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Washington DC, too.  It was a'ight.  We went to the National Museum of Art, and I saw the painting of Napoleon in his study by Jacques Louis David.  It was off the shizzay!  That was the only highlight of DC.  &lt;br /&gt;Just kidding--My parents and I were walking to the subway station, and we saw a Sunday market so we stopped by.  Oh my Goodness, DC has rich apples.  and a shitload of them.  It was so CLEAN and so FRESH and so QUIET and so appley.  It was amazing.  I want to start a weekly market in Auburn.  We deserve it.  Maybe we'll have apples.  They're so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Christmas came, and it sucked ass.  This has been the worst Christmas ever.  My dad bought a 67" high definition tv.  For... themselves, right?  Yeah, themselves cause I don't really like tv.  Well this is basically my gift because I didn't get anything else.  Sure I asked for stuff, but they hate me. :(  I hate Jose mostly because he's the one who's changing my parents to believe Christmas is the time when everyone shops and shops and shops and there's no real meaning.  So Jose's against getting presents for each other.  Sure, I'd be fine with not getting him anything and not getting anything from him, except my parents get him stuff.  Oh, and me?  No, I didn't get anything.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm really depressed now.  I hate Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt hey! Trent made me a really special artpiece.  It means the world to me, and I love it.  He's leaving tomorrow with no plan.  Just hopes and dreams.  Brave soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's have a moment of silence for the 44,000 and growing deaths on the Indian coast.  All those soldiers in Iraq should go help the more needy.&lt;br /&gt;What a horrible way to end the year.  Pull strong, eastern world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-110425095774410053?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/110425095774410053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=110425095774410053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/110425095774410053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/110425095774410053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2004/12/annual-update.html' title='The Annual Update'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-109772029456398666</id><published>2004-10-13T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T21:18:14.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless You</title><content type='html'>I'm watching the debate now.  I hate Bush's face.  God! It drives me up a wall.  He has this face after he's done that says, "Am I right or am I right?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty good right now.  We took our PSATS today.  I hope I did well.  Seriously.  I just realized Bush and Kerry are wearing the exact same thing.  I bet they share clothes.  GOD THEYRE SO CUTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent wrote me a really cute poem yesterday.  I love it when he writes me poems.  He's so purrrfect.  Like today, he showed me some subtle details in his art project.  It made me really happy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-109772029456398666?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/109772029456398666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=109772029456398666&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109772029456398666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109772029456398666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2004/10/bless-you.html' title='Bless You'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-109686557182842899</id><published>2004-10-04T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T07:00:39.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minimum Wage HHEEAAA!</title><content type='html'>Well, homecoming came and gone, and I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 7 in the am, and I got homework to do! YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-109686557182842899?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/109686557182842899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=109686557182842899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109686557182842899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109686557182842899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2004/10/minimum-wage-hheeaaa.html' title='Minimum Wage HHEEAAA!'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-109672388907996617</id><published>2004-10-02T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T08:32:06.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Normal Size Me</title><content type='html'>It's the early AM, and I'm bored. Tonight is homecoming. This should be a lot of fun, but I just can't dance anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything to talk about. I didn't eat dinner last night, and I'm really hungry. I don't know why I didn't. It's a rather illogical thing to do. I was hungry. And now I'm sneezing all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;It's cold.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the weather, it's cold. Well, it's getting cold. I like that because I can start wearing my scarf. What a beautiful scarf. I would've liked it better in white, but I don't remember a white one being sold. I don't have much to do until 4 or 5. I asked Miranda if she'd do my hair, but she said she'll ask April to do it instead. I never got a definite yes or no. Uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should start doing something. The time posted is correct now. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederci y'allz. It's time to get krunk... right. now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-109672388907996617?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/109672388907996617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=109672388907996617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109672388907996617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109672388907996617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2004/10/super-normal-size-me.html' title='Super Normal Size Me'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-109553411335163009</id><published>2004-09-18T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:54:57.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy shiiiiit, Hurricane Ivan--I FUCKING HATE YOU.  Y'all have no idea what that little beeyotch just did to my country, my home, and my soul.  4 my viewing audience, 4 pictures. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my new house, thanks to fucking Ivan.  I'd fuck Ivan, by the way. *JAYKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/remingtonjbear/21ed2aa4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my mom going through all of our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/remingtonjbear/079e11e0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some firefighters helping Luke down from the roof.  I don't know how he got there, but thank God he's still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/remingtonjbear/a97a7655.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture I took from an airplane.  That's what fucking Ivan did to my favorite bridge/highway.  This is an actual picture I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v119/remingtonjbear/06ca7016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaykay! Actually, I photoshopped that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaykay! I don't know what I did.  But I really took that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was SO MUCH FUN.  Trent bought me a really pretty dress.  I looks like a meadow, and I wonder if I'll ever wear it.  I'll at least wear it for Halloween.  We went to Hastings, and Kyle and JohnDavid was there.  Kyle and Trent are nerds and talked about Star Wars the whole time.  Nerds!&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Hastings to rent &lt;em&gt;Battle Royale&lt;/em&gt;, but that's a jap movie.  I'm reading the book, finally.  Well, the movie wasn't there, and we ended up renting &lt;em&gt;Love Actually&lt;/em&gt; which was the cutest movie ever.  MIND ALTERING. LIFE ALTERING. CHURCH ALTAR-ING.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got it at like 10pm, and my mom let me go to Trent's house to watch it.  I came home at 1am.  My curfew is so lame.  I have an eleven pm curfew.  It sucks.  My mom called like four or five times asking when I was going to come home.  So I said, "Mom, shut the h-e-double hockey sticks up and leave me alone!"  I'm such a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the independence day of Chile!  I'm going to one of my parent's friend's house for food and music and dancing and drugs and entertainment and sex and maybe presents.  I'm excited.  It's gonna be fucking krunk.  And Krunk will be fucking it.  And Krunk is my mom and It is my dad.  GOD IM GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for Jodi's community at greatestjournal.  I've already gotten a big fat no.  What a beeyotch.  I hate that beeyotch.  Plus, she's ugly as h-e-double hockey sticks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Last Words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my favorite band.  And my favorite album.  Oh my gosh, my dad got a tshirt from Iowa that says IOWA.  That's my favorite Slipknot album.  God, my dad knows everything about me.  He's PERFECT.  Thanks again, Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-109553411335163009?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/109553411335163009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=109553411335163009&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109553411335163009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109553411335163009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2004/09/holy-shiiiiit-hurricane-ivan-i-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-109478974356279027</id><published>2004-09-09T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T23:15:43.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Querido Blogger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola! Como estás?  Tanto tiempo que ha pasado, no?  Que buena suerte me dieron tu dirección y no la dirreción de una niña grosera como tu hermana! LOL! &lt;br /&gt;Ahorita vivo en Auburn.  Me gusta harto porque es una ciudad chica.  Yo tengo muchos amigos, pero me gustaria si tu vivas conmigo.  : (&lt;br /&gt;Yo fui al Kroger hoydia y vi como 4 personas que conozco--Ben, el amigo de José, Manning, y... nadien mas.  Juro que Manning no tiene un brazo izquierdo.  U ojala, se tiró el hombro.  Es que no se.  Que mas... que mas....&lt;br /&gt;Me nominaron para el corte de homecoming.  No puedo creerlo!  Espero que me votan para el corte.  Y si no, mi papi no me va a dejar ir al homecoming.  Y si me deja ir, él no me va a comprar un vestido.  que malo mi papi. &lt;br /&gt;Tampoco puedo creer que estoy escribiendo esto.  Quízas puedo conseguir puntos de bonus.  LOL Probablemente no! Mañana es viernes!  Esta semana fue tan rapido. &lt;br /&gt;Me tengo que ir ahora.  Son las once, y  tengo que levantarme temprano mañana.  Espero que me escribas pronto.  Te doy de menos :(  Chao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu amiga, Viviana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-109478974356279027?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/109478974356279027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=109478974356279027&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109478974356279027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109478974356279027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2004/09/querido-blogger-hola-como-ests-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-109448954149681855</id><published>2004-09-06T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T23:05:24.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Auburn Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2004/WEATHER/09/06/hurricane.frances/vert.church.2.ap.jpg"&gt;http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2004/WEATHER/09/06/hurricane.frances/vert.church.2.ap.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2004/WEATHER/09/06/hurricane.frances/vert.church.1.ap.jpg"&gt;http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2004/WEATHER/09/06/hurricane.frances/vert.church.1.ap.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-109448954149681855?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/109448954149681855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=109448954149681855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109448954149681855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109448954149681855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2004/09/auburn-happenings.html' title='Auburn Happenings'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-109448612430018532</id><published>2004-09-06T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T23:09:57.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Save Me</title><content type='html'>Dear blogger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STORM IS COMING!! THE STORM IS COMING!! I'M TERRIFIED! I CAN'T SLEEP! Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. : ( : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 201px" height="223" src="http://us.news2.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20040905/capt.fljb10609052123.hurricane_frances__fljb106.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's going to happen to us! LORD HELP US!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-109448612430018532?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/109448612430018532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=109448612430018532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109448612430018532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109448612430018532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2004/09/god-save-me.html' title='God Save Me'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-109392080217979744</id><published>2004-08-30T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:53:22.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am soooooooooooooooooooo sick, I think I'm going to go home.  Again.  THEN, I'll leave and come back again.  : ( : (&lt;br /&gt;Well that was this weekend.  I'm much better, but being a girl is so cool and rewarding.  Really.  I mean, this is how my life is supposed to be, right?  This is how God made every single female in the planet, right?  This is how&lt;br /&gt;BEEYOTCH VOTE FOR ME SOPHOMORE VICE PREZ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELECTIONS ARE TOMORROW MORNING, And I don't even know if I'm coming to school.  I have to vote for myself.  Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.&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/8079257-109392080217979744?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/109392080217979744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=109392080217979744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109392080217979744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109392080217979744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-soooooooooooooooooooo-sick-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8079257.post-109347832500299272</id><published>2004-08-25T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T18:58:45.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>August 25th.... :-D</title><content type='html'>A new blog, again.  Only this one is gonna RULE.  So today was a good day.  Got my picture takin', aced my map test, and succeeded at everything else.  Just 'cuz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Trent dragged me to the library today.  UGH.  I am stuck here even though I live less than a block away.  OMG This weekend, Chile won two golds in the Olympics.  God, I love Chile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;          Hi God. It's me, Margaret...  Are you there, God? I hope you're listening.  I just want you to bless everyone in my life because they are so important to me and make a huge impact on my life.  I am really grateful you have put them in my life.  I'll never forget it!  Also, please look after all of my family and friends, and even the people I don't know because they need it, too.  And God?  Will you end world hunger?  Will you end everything bad in the world?  I know it'd be a miracle if it happened, but that's exactly what I'm asking for.  Thanks, God.  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  Dear God, if you really exist, put a cheesecake in front of me.  Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Ceramix, Miranda's pot was destroyed.  I think it was the blackout from last night's fault.  Oh, GOD!  Why did you have to do that?!?!  Miranda's pot was ugly anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and today was picture day.  I looked so hot.  My God.  and your God.  Hell, just take him.  I don't want him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8079257-109347832500299272?l=wiriwiri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/feeds/109347832500299272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8079257&amp;postID=109347832500299272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109347832500299272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8079257/posts/default/109347832500299272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiriwiri.blogspot.com/2004/08/august-25th-d.html' title='August 25th.... :-D'/><author><name>Viviana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747869642704948473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
