<?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-7454740587215048556</id><updated>2012-02-05T18:57:28.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Stole My Pharmacy</title><subtitle type='html'>The ramblings of a teenager...not your average garden variety teenager, though.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-4573631200833569372</id><published>2011-08-07T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:51:42.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Fluffy Unicorns Dancing On Rainbows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So today I was using my "Free Hugs" purse that I've had for a while and used many times, yet never had anyone approach me about it.  I had been out and about running errands for a while, and by this point wasn't really consciously aware of my purse anymore.  I was in a JCPenney Home Store looking at furniture, and after spending the day in and out of furniture stores I was getting used to having employees follow me around, waiting to pounce and try to get me to buy something.  Seriously, they're almost like car salesmen.  I thought that it was a little bit odd that they would be like that at Penneys, though.  So I noticed this lady following me around the store but keeping her distance, so I was just trying to keep moving and avoiding eye contact so that I wouldn't have to tell her that I was just looking and then try to escape.  Then I turned a corner and she was right there.  She smiled and said "Has anyone ever approached you for a hug before?" which struck me as a very bizarre question, until I remembered my purse.  I said that she was the first one and gave her a hug.  She told me that she had been following me around the store trying to think of the best way to approach me about it.  She said that she loves hugs so she couldn't resist!  She was so nice about it and adorable and the whole thing kind of made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-4573631200833569372?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4573631200833569372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=4573631200833569372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4573631200833569372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4573631200833569372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2011/08/pink-fluffy-unicorns-dancing-on.html' title='Pink Fluffy Unicorns Dancing On Rainbows'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-78852713755259586</id><published>2011-05-04T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:25:48.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I like that when people hear something about Alice Cooper, they think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-78852713755259586?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/78852713755259586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=78852713755259586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/78852713755259586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/78852713755259586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2011/05/killer.html' title='Killer'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-2920800771963480546</id><published>2011-04-27T02:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T02:10:30.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me something interesting, yo. &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/alicecooper91" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/alicecooper91&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-2920800771963480546?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2920800771963480546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=2920800771963480546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2920800771963480546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2920800771963480546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2011/04/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-4412184051076244094</id><published>2010-09-27T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T14:04:54.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, I Did It Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been neglecting this sucker like craaaaaaazy.  My bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sooo what's happened since we last spoke...hmm...went to Palm Springs and got to meet SHAG, who is my absolute favorite artist!  I'm not really an art kind of person but I just adore all of his work.  I also got Disneyland passes again, so that's fun.  Went to see Kathy Griffin, and I saw Jim Gaffigan too.  Going to see Alice Cooper &amp;amp; Rob Zombie on Thursday and to the Halloween Haunt on Friday, so that's awesome.  It'll be my 11th year in a row that I've gone to the haunt!  In November I'm going to see Celtic Thunder with my grandma and I might see Danzig with my brother.  Helped my boyfriend move too, which was interesting considering I've never helped anyone move before.  But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm most likely moving soon!  My parents are in the process of buying a second house that I will be living in.  I'm going to pay utilities and possibly contribute to the down payment and mortgage.  We have an offer in on a 3 bed, 1 bath house that is pretty nice and I think I could enjoy living in.  I'm excited!  In the meantime, I'm trying to find a decent job so that I can pay for stuff.  Scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, that's all I can think of for now.  Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EDIT: OH DUH!  I thought I had written since this happened, but it turns out I haven't.  I got a puppy!!!!!  He's a male Papillon and he was born on April 5th, 2010.  His name is Dobby =]  He's the only dog I've ever gotten that wasn't from a shelter or a rescue, he was from a pet store in the mall haha.  He's adorable and fun and VERY snuggly.  I love him!  Anyways...yeah...now I think that's it, haha.  Buh-bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-4412184051076244094?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4412184051076244094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=4412184051076244094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4412184051076244094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4412184051076244094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2010/09/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops, I Did It Again'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-2130156472024014946</id><published>2010-06-17T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T01:56:15.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young At Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I've been reading through all the newspaper clippings about my grandpa that I found at my grandma's house.  He was a chef, and there are tons and tons of clippings talking about how amazing his food was and all of the cool events and restaurants he worked at.  He planned and was the head chef for President Nixon's resignation dinner. He catered for movies.  For five years in a row Bing Crosby specially picked him to be the executive chef for his golf tournament.  He even got mentioned in a gossip column.  For ten years he was the chef at one of the most popular and exclusive restaurants - the Scandia (which sadly no longer exists).  He was President of the Orange County Chef's Association and won Chef of the Year one year. He also designed their logo (he was an extremely talented artist as well, and with no formal training) which is still used to this day.  He has numerous trophies, medals, and awards for his work.  He was chosen to help design the kitchen for a restaurant that was in the process of being built.  He made really badass animals and sculptures out of fruit and vegetables.  I am completely convinced that if his career had been in modern times he would have his own cooking show and would be a "celebrity chef", because he was definitely a celebrity chef in his time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I may sound like I'm bragging, but I'm very proud of all of my grandpa's accomplishments and think that everything he got to do was extremely cool.  I miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-2130156472024014946?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2130156472024014946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=2130156472024014946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2130156472024014946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2130156472024014946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2010/06/young-at-heart.html' title='Young At Heart'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-3745469676176022790</id><published>2010-04-22T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T02:45:11.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted To Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I went on a rampage, Facebook-liking things on the Internet Movie Database, and so far I am proud to be the first to have liked Alice Cooper, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, Pee-Wee's Big Adventure, OK Go and each of it's individual members' pages, Meat Loaf, Matt Lanter, Oliver Reed, Looney Tunes: Back In Action, Lucille Ball, I Love Lucy, Desi Arnaz, Vivian Vance, William Frawley, Tim Curry, Paul Lynde, Life On Mars (U.S. version), Blast From The Past, Saved, Walk Hard, Airheads, Tommy, The Gods Must Be Crazy, Bobby Vee, Neil Sedaka, Freddie Mercury, Donovan, Cat Stevens, Danny Kaye, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Eddie Izzard, Wee Sing in the Marvelous Musical Mansion, Dumb &amp;amp; Dumberer, Vacation, European Vacation, Vegas Vacation, Mary-Kate Olsen, Ashley Olsen, Billboard Dad, and DUCKTALES!!!!!  And I was second to like Michael Jackson.  AND SOME BASTARD BEAT ME TO TO GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE WE GO!  This is an addictive self-imposed competition and I think I should stop now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-3745469676176022790?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3745469676176022790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=3745469676176022790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/3745469676176022790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/3745469676176022790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2010/04/addicted-to-love.html' title='Addicted To Love'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-9187384498990252572</id><published>2010-01-09T01:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:08:19.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/alicecooper91" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/alicecooper91&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-9187384498990252572?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/9187384498990252572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=9187384498990252572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/9187384498990252572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/9187384498990252572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-3196320747111464672</id><published>2009-12-27T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T04:42:30.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Wish You A Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey!  Hope all you non-existent readers had a nice Christmas, if that's what you choose to celebrate.  Mine was excellent, got a lot of nice stuff.  I wasn't really in a Christmassy mood this year so I didn't have much of a list (usually I have a long color-coded list ready by Thanksgiving weekend, haha), so most of the stuff I got was a complete surprise.  My mom knows pretty damn well what I like so it's all good stuff that I really like.  I think I did an itemized list of what I got last year but I'm kind of tired and lazy and all the stuff I got is still in the living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;I like how Christmas works with my family.  A little something every day in December from my advent calendar, Christmas Eve morning open stockings, Christmas Eve night dinner at grandma's and opening presents from my grandma and my brother, midnight mass, then I have a freaking horrible time trying to sleep from excitement, wait until at least 7 AM (this year I woke up at 8), wake up my parents, pass out the presents, open everything, look at stuff for a while, then pass out for a few more hours (this year was about 11 AM until 3 PM), and then hang out in the living room the rest of the day enjoying my new stuff.  I get dressed up for Christmas Eve and ALWAYS spend Christmas day in my pajamas.  Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Didn't get to watch a lot of Christmas movies this year =/  Last year I pulled every Christmas movie we had out the week before Thanksgiving and scheduled what we would watch what night so that we got around to seeing everything...there were so many we had to watch 2 a night every night from Thanksgiving up until Christmas.  This year I watched part of Deck The Halls, most of Christmas Vacation, and bits of other random stuff, which is sad.  AND I ONLY WATCHED LIKE...1/4 OF TO GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE WE GO!  That's a tragedy.  I love that movie dearly and have it practically memorized line by line.  I should finish it before New Year's.  Just wasn't a very Christmassy year this year, but oh well.  Hopefully we'll be more organized and spirited next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-3196320747111464672?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3196320747111464672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=3196320747111464672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/3196320747111464672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/3196320747111464672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-wish-you-merry-christmas.html' title='We Wish You A Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-6347017396257039543</id><published>2009-11-24T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T03:53:38.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life On Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wow.  It's been forever since I've updated this!  What's happened since we last spoke?  Well for one thing, I had the most amazing experience at a mini-mart that you could ever possibly have.  My mom and I like to drive around randomly in the middle of the night sometimes, and we decided to stop at this mini-mart for something to drink at like 12:30 in the morning.  First thing we notice as we get out of the car is classical music playing super loud through the entire gas station.  The second we stepped inside we were hit by a very strong incense smell.  Now, both of these things are a little strange but not that weird.  It was the clerk who really made the experience.  He was this skinny black guy with glasses and an ascot sitting behind the counter reading some giant textbook...not sure why, but he reminded me of the butler on the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.  When we went to pay, he greeted us with an over-exaggerated, but somehow not rude, "Good morning, ladies."  Who really says good morning at half-past midnight?  Plus, he spoke in an obviously fake British accent, which was weird.  We were impressed by the fact he didn't even use the cash register and did the math to give us change in his head, you don't expect people who work at mini-marts and fast food joints to be able to do that.  Now, this was quite a while ago so I don't remember all the details, but I just remember it being hilarious and I had to turn around, bite my lip, and hold my breath until I could leave the store to keep from laughing.  I really want to go back and stop in there again sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;You want to know what else happened in the month of October?  I got the greatest Christmas present ever, that's what!  The exceptionally early gift was from my dad.  He bought me tickets and a VIP pass to see Alice Cooper at the Nokia in LA.  I was super psyched about it in the first place because the first time I met Alice I was unable to speak, haha, and I wanted to be able to say a little something to him.  Plus I got fifth-row center seats!  That was awesome enough, but then came the most mind-blowingly amazing thing ever.  Everyone who bought VIP passes was entered in a contest, which I knew about but brushed off figuring I would never win.  I wound up completely forgetting about it until the day before the concert, when I got an e-mail informing me I had won.  What exactly did I win?  I GOT TO BE ON STAGE WITH ALICE COOPER.  DURING THE CONCERT.  IT WAS AMAZING!!!!!  I remember getting the e-mail.  I was just waking up, and I always check my BlackBerry for e-mails and texts and anything else I might have missed while I was sleeping.  Browsing through the e-mail subjects, nothing caught my eye until I saw "CONGRATULATIONS!  YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO JOIN ALICE COOPER ON STA..."  I couldn't believe it!  At first I thought it was just a prank, but it wasn't.  I called my mom right away to tell her the news.  It was the most exciting thing ever!  I don't think I fully believed it until it happened though, and even then I was in awe of what was happening to me.  I got to go up on stage for the finale, while Alice Cooper was singing School's Out and surprise freakin' guest Slash was shredding, and I got to help throw giant balloons in the crowd.  I loved seeing the reactions of the people I had been sitting around when they noticed I was up there instead of next to them, hahaha.  Afterwards I got to walk past Slash backstage and hang out with Alice and the 9 other VIP pass holders in Alice's dressing room, which was awesome.  When I had met him before it was in a crowded room and it was basically a free-for-all, so this was a lot more relaxed and fun.  I even got Shep Gordon's autograph and I got to see Sheryl!  For those not as Alice-obsessed as I am, Shep is his long-time manager and Sheryl is his wife.  That was probably the greatest night of my life.  I caught one of Ace Frehley's guitar picks too, but that doesn't even measure up to how awesome the rest of my night was.  So if you were at the Nokia on October 28th, 2009 to see Alice Cooper, you saw me up there on stage at the end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;I think that anything else that happened since I've written last would sound pretty damn boring in comparison to that.  I did finally finish watching Life On Mars though.  Didn't see that ending coming!  Oh, and I have a pretty awesome boyfriend. Goodnight =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-6347017396257039543?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6347017396257039543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=6347017396257039543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/6347017396257039543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/6347017396257039543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-on-mars.html' title='Life On Mars'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-568183147311720791</id><published>2009-10-01T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:41:08.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My schedule as of the past couple of days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Tuesday night/Wednesday morning went to sleep at around 5 AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Woke up Wednesday afternoon at 3 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Felt like crap, skipped class, stayed home to eat and play Grand Theft Auto IV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Became painfully sleepy for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Fell asleep on the couch at 7 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Woke up at 10 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Ate more, played Lego Indiana Jones, watched TV, tried to go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Gave up on trying to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Went to Target and Fresh &amp;amp; Easy at 9 AM this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Came home, played more GTA, had lunch, watched TV, fell asleep at 12:30 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Woke up to the phone ringing at 3:50 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Have been up since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Isn't that fun?  Going to sleep within the hour so I can hopefully get up at a normal time tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-568183147311720791?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/568183147311720791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=568183147311720791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/568183147311720791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/568183147311720791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-7098641946452922466</id><published>2009-09-12T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T03:00:52.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Wanderer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I haven't written lately...my bad.  Uhhh...so last we spoke I had gone to Alfest.  Since then I've started school, dropped my interior design class, and kept myself fairly busy.  I bought an iMac and Final Cut Studio 3 because I'm getting quite into this video editing business.  It's fun!  Now I'm going to ask for an HD camera for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Other than that, I can't really think of much.  I just finished watching Envy, weird movie.  Oh...and I met this guy at Alfest.  His name is Joe.  He's pretty awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Bye for now =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-7098641946452922466?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7098641946452922466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=7098641946452922466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7098641946452922466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7098641946452922466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-wanderer.html' title='The Happy Wanderer'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-8302419319700767557</id><published>2009-08-05T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T02:16:25.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tequila</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The title of this entry is also a nickname of mine.  I'm Tequila, my friend Maggie is Margarita, and Christina is Daquiri.  Don't really remember how that all came about but it is what it is.  I don't really know why I'm explaining it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to AlFest (a "Weird Al" convention) on Saturday and had A BLAST!  I was a little anxious about the fact I wouldn't know anyone there, except for my mom who I dragged along, but I had soooo much fun.  Lots of great musical comedy acts, celebrity panel from UHF, and just lots of awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really have anything important to say, I'm just all antsy and I needed something to do.  Bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/zac+efron%2c+nikki+blonsky%2c+elijah+kelly%2c+%26+amanda+bynes/track/without+love" title="'Zac Efron, Nikki Blonsky, Elijah Kelly, &amp;amp; Amanda Bynes - Without Love' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Zac Efron, Nikki Blonsky, Elijah Kelly, &amp;amp; Amanda Bynes - Without Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/led+zeppelin/track/immigrant+song" title="'Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/the+champs/track/tequila" title="'The Champs - Tequila' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;The Champs - Tequila&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-8302419319700767557?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8302419319700767557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=8302419319700767557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8302419319700767557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8302419319700767557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/08/tequila.html' title='Tequila'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-674795023750504078</id><published>2009-08-01T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:00:24.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballroom Blitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All these years, my dad has told me about this guy he used to work with back in the day who said that he was in that band Sweet.  All these years, my dad has also stated how much he thinks it was complete bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw Sweet play at Universal CityWalk.  Guess who plays guitar for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/sweet/track/fox+on+the+run" title="'Sweet - Fox On The Run' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Sweet - Fox On The Run&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10px;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-674795023750504078?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/674795023750504078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=674795023750504078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/674795023750504078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/674795023750504078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/08/ballroom-blitz.html' title='Ballroom Blitz'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-355236765274118753</id><published>2009-07-31T00:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:43:17.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Your Boogie Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm far too addicted to the White Zombie version of I'm Your Boogie Man lately.  I registered for my classes today, how exciting!  Just going part-time this semester and starting with the full-time crap in the spring.  My 9 units consist of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY: 5-5:50 PM Liftime Fitness; 7-9:50 PM History of Rock Music&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY: 3-4:50 PM Careers in Interior Design; 5-5:50 PM Lifetime Fitness&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY: 5-9:50 PM Digital Video (with lab)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually kind of excited.  I'm just hoping the nearly 5 hour block of video won't stress me out.  If it does, I'll just drop, no biggie!  I really wanted to take steel drums but they canceled it =[  Hopefully it'll be back next semester, because I freaking love the steel drums.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But yeah, classes start the 17th, whoop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In other news, going to see The Sweet tomorrow night and going to AlFest '09 Saturday.  Hopefully going to the fair next week but dunno about that.  Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jonathon+adams+and+cast/track/eddie" title="'Jonathon Adams And Cast - Eddie' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Jonathon Adams And Cast - Eddie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/paper+lace/track/the+night+chicago+died" title="'Paper Lace - The Night Chicago Died' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Paper Lace - The Night Chicago Died&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/ann-margret+%26+oliver+reed/track/do+you+think+its+alright+%5b3%5d" title="'Ann-Margret &amp;amp; Oliver Reed - Do You Think It's Alright [3]' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Ann-Margret &amp;amp; Oliver Reed - Do You Think It's Alright [3]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/white+zombie/track/im+your+boogie+man" title="'White Zombie - I'm Your Boogie Man' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;White Zombie - I'm Your Boogie Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-355236765274118753?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/355236765274118753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=355236765274118753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/355236765274118753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/355236765274118753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-your-boogie-man.html' title='I&apos;m Your Boogie Man'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-7006190417342648525</id><published>2009-07-27T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:52:30.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Chrool To Your Scuel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Picking classes for when I register in a few days.  Don't really know what to take, kind of considering taking a steel drum class because I love steel drums and it sounds like fun!  History of rock music sounds cool too.  Might take some fashion merchandising classes or something, I really have no idea.  There is also a disproportionate number of songs listened to to the length of this blog entry, but for some reason in the middle of writing I got distracted and did a bit of reading on findadeath.com for a while.  I love that website!  I totally want to take the tour.  Now I'm off to bed, goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/electric+light+orchestra/track/bluebird" title="'Electric Light Orchestra - Bluebird' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Electric Light Orchestra - Bluebird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/desi+arnaz/track/rumba+matumba" title="'Desi Arnaz - Rumba Matumba' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Desi Arnaz - Rumba Matumba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/danzig/track/buick+mckane" title="'Danzig - Buick Mckane' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Danzig - Buick Mckane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/danzig/track/mother" title="'Danzig - Mother' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Danzig - Mother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-7006190417342648525?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7006190417342648525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=7006190417342648525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7006190417342648525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7006190417342648525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-chrool-to-your-scuel.html' title='Be Chrool To Your Scuel'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-7418135355778055812</id><published>2009-07-24T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:45:05.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Breeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nothing too exciting to report at the moment.  Summer's moving right along, I need to go take placement tests for my math and English classes.  I can't believe the semester starts in less than a month =[  I think my proudest accomplishment so far this summer is one that I finished today (well, technically yesterday).  I watched the entire fourth season of Full House in three days!  Yay!  Before that I finally finished off the second season of The Golden Girls and now I'm working on the first season of The Whitest Kids U' Know, which shouldn't take too long because there are only 10 episodes.  After that I may start up the first season of Wonder Showzen, I'm not too sure.  All I know is that I really need to get rid of this giant stack of DVDs that's staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been trying to organize my clothes.  I've pulled nearly all of my shirts out of their various drawers, cabinets, and closets and gone through them to decide what goes where.  Eventually I'm going to move onto pants and skirts, and then finally dresses and whatever's hiding in the closet in my room since I kind of avoid that closet.  I've also been going through some of my shoes and hiding away those that I don't wear that often.  I'm planning on counting up all my different categories (t-shirts by color, other shirts, shoes, purses, pants by type, etc.) and I'll post a full rundown once I'm done.  For now I'm going to go take a shower and either play some Sims 3 or take a whack at Whitest Kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/laura+branigan/track/gloria" title="'Laura Branigan - Gloria' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Laura Branigan - Gloria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/alice+cooper/track/sick+things+%5blive%5d" title="'Alice Cooper - Sick Things [Live]' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Alice Cooper - Sick Things [Live]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/marc+bolan+%26+t.+rex/track/the+slider" title="'Marc Bolan &amp;amp; T. Rex - The Slider' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Marc Bolan &amp;amp; T. Rex - The Slider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-7418135355778055812?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7418135355778055812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=7418135355778055812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7418135355778055812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7418135355778055812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-breeze.html' title='Summer Breeze'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-655906961130029898</id><published>2009-07-09T01:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:52:58.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The title of this post really has nothing to do with anything aside from the fact that that's the song I'm listening to right now.  Such a cheery little ditty!  But I love me some Alice Cooper, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my mice, Monkey, is crawling all over the sides of her cage right now.  It's amusing me.  Anyways, nothing too exciting to report aside from after being sick for 5 days, then healthy for one, then having horrible crippling back pain for two, then being healthy for half a day, and then having every joint in my body hurt for two and half days, I finally seem to be on the mend.  Mainly my left arm (which I cannot lift very high at all) and my right wrist are still in pain.  My sinuses are driving me crazy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw Taking Of Pelham 123.  I quite liked it!  OH OH OH AND YESTERDAY I HAD THE MOST AMAZING EXPERIENCE EVER!  That's right, I came across a DRIVE-THROUGH BASKIN ROBBINS.  I nearly died.  It was awesome.  But anyways, that's about all my exciting news for now, but I'll be back soon with more boring updates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/alice+cooper/track/elected+%5blive%5d" title="'Alice Cooper - Elected [Live]' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Alice Cooper - Elected [Live]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/smash+mouth/track/holiday+in+my+head" title="'Smash Mouth - Holiday In My Head' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Smash Mouth - Holiday In My Head&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/alice+cooper/track/dead+babies" title="'Alice Cooper - Dead Babies' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Alice Cooper - Dead Babies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-655906961130029898?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/655906961130029898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=655906961130029898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/655906961130029898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/655906961130029898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/07/dead-babies.html' title='Dead Babies'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-5988805674230855471</id><published>2009-06-30T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:59:55.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Summertime</title><content type='html'>So this has been a terribly exciting summer so far.  This is my second full week of being a graduate and I haven't done much.  I've been really sick since Saturday and it's driving me nuts because it just won't go away =[  All I do is sleep, watch TV, eat small amounts, and sit in my room in the dark on the computer.  Even the light makes me hurt.  Plus it's hot outside and we have to have the air conditioner inspected before we can use it so blaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans to go to Azkatraz have not developed.  No one's mother will let them go without adult supervision, which is ridiculous because they're all 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M LOSING MY MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/judas+priest/track/the+hellion" title="'Judas Priest - The Hellion' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Judas Priest - The Hellion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/journey/track/dont+stop+believing" title="'Journey - Don't Stop Believing' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Journey - Don't Stop Believing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-5988805674230855471?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5988805674230855471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=5988805674230855471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/5988805674230855471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/5988805674230855471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-summertime.html' title='In The Summertime'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-4455782172902804298</id><published>2009-06-22T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:25:57.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So that's it...I'm officially a high school graduate!  I have the snazzy diploma to prove it and everything.  My graduation was last Thursday and all in all it went pretty well.  Getting ready, on the other hand, was not so smooth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.  For some reason halfway through doing my makeup I started to panic and almost passed out.  It was really awesome!  But I pulled through and made it to the ceremony.  Afterwards I went out to dinner with two of my best friends, Maggie and Christina.  After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thaaaat&lt;/span&gt;, we ran back to my house, changed, and headed over to the school to go to Grad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nite&lt;/span&gt;!  Now, for all of you underprivileged [non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;existent r&lt;/span&gt;eaders] who don't live in the Southern California area or didn't attend a school that participated, Grad Nite is an event held at Disneyland where the park is open only to graduates and their friends from midnight to six AM.  Tons of kids from all different schools go and it's pretty crazy but awesome at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got to the school, I ran to 7-11 for a Red Bull and chugged it which resulted in a crazy energy burst, and then we boarded the buses.  The one crappy thing about Grad Nite is they're super strict...no clothing identifying your school, no gum, no liquids, no purses bigger than a certain size, on and on the list went.  They search your bag and pat you down before they let you in and apparently they don't do a good enough job because I still smelled pot around the park.  We went on a few rides, had some food, did a little dancing (they set up dance clubs around the park), checked out the hourly fireworks show, and had a pretty good time.  Pirates of the Caribbean did break down for 20 minutes while we were on it but it was all good.  One of my favorite things about the night though was getting to see the sun come up while I was on Big Thunder Mountain.  Not everyone gets to see the sun come up at Disneyland, let alone while they're on a roller coaster, so it was pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it into bed a little after 8 AM and slept for a good 7 hours and was fairly delirious for the rest of the day.  Saturday I went to Universal Studios with some friends and had a really fun time despite the random rain in the morning.  Sunday I had my first rehearsal for the Women Who Rock show at S.O.R. and that went about as well as a first rehearsal can go, haha.  Today is pretty much my first day to myself in over two weeks and I've had a fairly nice time.  I wanted to get a bunch of cleaning done, which I did clean a little but I also spent a good chunk of time watching TV and eating.  I do love staying in my pajamas all day though =D  Anyways, I'm either going to go clean some more or find something else to watch, so ciao for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-4455782172902804298?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4455782172902804298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=4455782172902804298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4455782172902804298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4455782172902804298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/06/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s Out'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-892404860374557362</id><published>2009-06-07T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:23:13.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two men I have recently discovered (or rediscovered) and I think are completely gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Lanter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/thumb/7/76/Matt_Lanter.jpg/250px-Matt_Lanter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Reed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.viewpoints.com/images/review/2008/214/23/1217651990-7244_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered Matt Lanter through my extreme love of the show 90210, which he is [I believe] becoming a regular on.  After seeing him on the show, I also realized that he was in WarGames: The Dead Code which I had on DVD but hadn't seen yet.  I watched it today and even though the movie itself isn't the greatest, he's still gorgeous as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Reed on the other hand...I fell in love with him when I was 5 or 6 the first time I saw Tommy.  I remember that my brother accidentally left the VHS here and I watched it over and over again just to see this beautiful man.  Eventually, however, my brother took the tape back and I forgot about Ollie.  A few weeks ago, however, I realized I had the Tommy DVD but I hadn't watched the movie for a good 12 years, so I popped it in.  I immediately remembered my prior fascination with Mr. Reed and it came back even stronger than before.  After finishing the movie I looked up his info. online and was very saddened to see that he died 12 years ago...actually I watched the movie about 2 days after the 10th anniversary of his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm even more infatuated with Reed than Lanter, but I think Lanter's adorable and I figured it would be good to have at least one person who's still alive on this list.  These also aren't the only celebrities I think are gorgeous, just two recent additions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and family think I have odd taste in men, but who cares?  More for me =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, Ollie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-892404860374557362?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/892404860374557362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=892404860374557362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/892404860374557362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/892404860374557362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot-stuff.html' title='Hot Stuff'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-8280378743443248238</id><published>2009-06-04T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:34:52.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So prom was last Saturday, yayyyy!  I wasn't quite sure if I was excited or not beforehand because I didn't have a date or anything, but it turned out to be amazing.  I went in a Hummer limo with like 20 people, and we stopped at the beach beforehand to take pictures, but we didn't stay very long because it was freaking cold.  Then we got to the venue, took our pictures, and had a little food (mm...cream puffs).  They had blackjack tables, roulette, and craps, so Christina (my "date") and I spent a looot of time at the blackjack table.  We had a ton of chips and we felt like dancing so we blew them all to go to the dance floor.  It was only after that did someone tell us that there was a raffle and how many tickets you got depended on how many chips you had.  Needless to say, we were pretty pissed.  We did some dancing and then went back to gaming.  I won back a fair amount of chips and turned them in for tickets.  Everyone also got a paper voucher for 100 chips worth of tickets.  I turned in mine, one I found on the floor, and 4 from friends who didn't want theirs.  I went back to dancing and then someone asked me if I knew they were doing the raffle inside (as there was an indoor and outdoor dance floor and the outdoor guy was playing way better music so we stayed out there).  I made it just as they were raffling off the grand prize.  Called one number...no one came.  Called another number...no one came.  Finally, the third number they called was mine, and I won a brand new black 8 GB iPod Nano and a $35 gift certificate to Target, so that was pretty awesome.  After that a bunch of people got together to do karaoke, and we did a 6 person version of Summer Nights from Grease.  Eventually midnight rolled around and we had to leave.  We rode back in the limo and then Christina and I drove over to Denny's (which we do after every dance) and met up with a bunch of people for food and fun.  It was an awesome night and I'm sad it ended so quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In other news, my Macbook took a dump.  I had to send it out for service and I won't have it back until next week.  Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh =[  I did get the Sims 3 though, so that's pretty sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-8280378743443248238?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8280378743443248238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=8280378743443248238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8280378743443248238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8280378743443248238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-nights.html' title='Summer Nights'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-427046888204438916</id><published>2009-05-26T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:30:31.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, Fun, Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sunday, May 24th, 2009.  I got up at 8 AM after about 5 hours of sleep.  Got ready, left the house at 9, got down the street and then remembered I left my phone at home.  Went back, got it, drove into Hollywood to see a taping of a new show called Most Popular, hosted by Graham Norton.  Got out of the taping at about 3.  Headed over to my rehearsal, which started at 4:15, but got there super early.  Ran through some songs, learned Creep on bass.  After rehearsal, headed over to hang out with my friend Sam for a bit.  Left the cafe at about 9:30 PM.  Stopped at the gas station, put some gas in my car, and waited forever to use the bathroom.  Got on the freeway, traffic was moving very slow so called up my friend Maggie to chat.  Didn't even make it to the next exit before my car died.  Tried to restart it.  Would not move.  FREAKED THE FUCK OUT.  Tried to find my hazard lights and ended up turning on my rear windshield wiper in the process, which I couldn't get to shut off again.  Turned on the hazard lights, called my mom.  Called AAA.  Was on the phone with AAA lady when a cop pulled up behind me and came up to ask what the problem was.  Figured out what the deal with AAA was.  Cop used his car to push mine over to the side.  Waited a good 20 or 25 minutes for the tow truck to show up.  Cop was nice and waited in his car behind me.  A passerby took a picture of me while they were driving by.  Tow truck got there, hooked up my car, then pulled off the freeway and had to turn my car around and hook it up the other way so the transmission wouldn't get ruined.  (My car is a 1992 Nissan Pathfinder, by the way.)  Got towed about 20 miles to a shop near my house.  Finally made it home at about midnight, got to bed at 2 AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That was a long day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Monday, May 25th, 2009.  Memorial Day, and my last official day off in my compulsory education career.  Was woken up at 10 AM.  Went to the world's largest auto center, Cerritos Auto Square.  Stopped at Ford briefly, spent a very long time at Honda.  Got a free hot dog &amp;amp; water bottle.  Went over to Nissan.  Spent an even longer time at Nissan with the guy from Honda calling and calling.  Finally decided to go with Nissan.  After all the paperwork and having the car detailed, finally got to go home at about 8 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To make a long story short, I GOT A NEW CAR!  Not just because my other one broke down, we had already started looking for a new one last Wednesday as a graduation gift for me.  So now I have a 2009 Nissan Versa SL and I love it to death!  It's amazing.  As soon as I get my Pathfinder back from the shop I have to try to sell it, unless of course I can find a job and pay for the insurance on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm trying to decide on a name for the Versa.  The Pathfinder is called the Jonesmobile because it feels like you're riding the Indiana Jones ride at Disneyland.  I'm considering naming the Versa Oliver, because of my current Oliver Reed obsession, but we'll see!  Ahhh, I still can't believe that beautiful brand new car in the driveway is mine.  This is so freaking exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-427046888204438916?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/427046888204438916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=427046888204438916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/427046888204438916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/427046888204438916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun, Fun, Fun'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-3175896455094214145</id><published>2009-05-18T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:02:03.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've been watching a lot of old home movies the past couple of days.  I really enjoy looking back, but it's depressing at the same time.  I HATE change so this whole growing up thing isn't really gelling with me but whatever, I guess I just have to learn to deal.  I do have to say that I think I was a pretty damn adorable kid, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In other news...I like the schedules at school right now.  Last week and this week is the state testing, which seniors don't participate in, so things are kind of altered for us.  Like today, most seniors don't have to be at school until 11 AM, but because I have no 1st period I don't have to be in until 1 PM.  So that's pretty awesome.  Then the rest of the week is nice too: Tuesday I go in at noon, Wednesday at 11 AM, and Thursday and Friday at 10:15 AM.  Other than that...I finally got my new cellphone!  I'm now a proud CrackBerry addict.  The Storm is amazing.  I know a lot of people don't like it but whatever, that's their problem.  I think it's fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, and today, out of the blue, my parents introduced the possibility of me getting a new car as a graduation gift.  I never, ever, EVER expected them to buy me a car in my entire life unless they like...won the lottery or something.  But apparently it's now a viable possibility.  It can't be anything insanely expensive, but right now I'm kind of looking at a Toyota Yaris with some nice features, and quite a few other similar cars like the Honda Fit and the Nissan Versa.  Hopefully I'll get to do some test driving this week.  Now I'm off to try and get some sleep.  Yay for not having to get up until noon...on a school day, none-the-less!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-3175896455094214145?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3175896455094214145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=3175896455094214145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/3175896455094214145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/3175896455094214145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-1687290767046889479</id><published>2009-05-14T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:41:28.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really hate everything about my life right now.  Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Putting weight back on, everyone has a prom date but me, everyone I know is leaving the state for college, I have no plans for my future, and my mother is LYKE TOTALLY BFFS with my ex who I hate profusely and wish would fall off the face of the Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really want to crawl into the '90s and never come back.  Did I mention that my entire senior year has been a boring waste of my existence because all of my "friends" have better things to do than hang out with me, and that the only thing I was looking forward to doing was going back to film camp this summer after my mom offered to send me as a graduation gift only to have her tell me that she miscalculated and actually can't afford it so instead I got a nice leather purse that I was thrilled to death to get until some moronic kid got mayo all over it and stained it the second time I ever used it?  Yeah.  Fuck my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-1687290767046889479?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1687290767046889479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=1687290767046889479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/1687290767046889479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/1687290767046889479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/05/no.html' title='No'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-4520488033413490184</id><published>2009-04-24T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:29:35.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's 1:22 AM and I'm bored.  I'm tired but I don't quite feel like sleeping, so I figured I'd write in here for a bit.  I've been fairly depressed and out of it lately and it's really wearing on me...I'm just fed up with life for the moment.  In more exciting news, tomorrow (well, technically today) is club carnival!  Club carnival is an annual event at my school where all the different clubs set up booths and sell tasty food.  Plus we get an extended lunch period!  Yay!  And I love Fridays too because I don't have to get up until 9:30 so that's fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Other than that...working on songs for the Pink Floyd and Best of the '90s shows I'm going to be in.  My mice are doing quite nicely, and although Nibbles is still sneezing I've checked with the vet and it should go away on its own.  Hmm...nothing else to report I guess.  I'm still re-reading the Harry Potter books, I started Half-Blood Prince a day or two ago.  It's neat to read them all again now that I know what happens because I pick up on other little clues.  Speaking of Harry Potter, I ordered a Dumbledore's Army hoodie and the U.P.S. man should be bringing it tomorrow, so that's something to look forward to I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really wish high school was over so I could just stay up all night watching T.V. and sleep all day, because that's pretty much all I feel like doing with my life right now.  Heaven knows I have plenty of D.V.D.s I need to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-4520488033413490184?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4520488033413490184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=4520488033413490184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4520488033413490184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4520488033413490184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/04/carnival.html' title='Carnival'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-415760856289368158</id><published>2009-04-18T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:14:42.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just spent a lovely, relaxing day at the spa!  I went with my mom, and we had a very nice time.  First we had massages and shea butter body wraps, then manicures and pedicures (my polish is so pretty, hot pink and VERY sparkly!).  After that we had a lunch break (shrimp calzone...yum...), and then we had facials.  With the rest of our afternoon, we bounced between the mud bath, the mineral baths, The Grotto (where you go underground, are covered in an aloe/kelp/whatever body mask, and then sit in a sauna-type cave before rinsing off), and the steam room.  I feel all clean and pampered and pretty now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nothing else too exciting to report.  Got a couple new hair products, there's a buy one at a discount get one free sale on some stuff at Walgreen's.  Got some new hair clips too, and got a new nail polish (OPI's Lincoln Park After Dark, which is a gorgeous deep purple color) and some type of skin care thing that the lady who gave me my facial recommended to me.  Oh!  I also just ordered a Dumbledore's Army hoodie from the Warner Bros. online store...I love Harry Potter a little &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; much, if you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-415760856289368158?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/415760856289368158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=415760856289368158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/415760856289368158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/415760856289368158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/04/relax.html' title='Relax'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-7398727655049349605</id><published>2009-04-14T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:08:16.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mickey Mouse Club March</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So today I became the proud owner of two female mice.  I've always thought mice were adorable and whenever I go to the pet store I get stuck watching them run around and play for at least 10 minutes.  They are also an animal I've yet to own, and I seem to have some subconscious plan to own every species possible throughout my lifetime.  I mean, I've already had fish, turtles, rabbits, dogs, cats, a horse, hermit crabs, a snake...it just seemed like a logical step.  I've also been kind of depressed lately and I thought that something cute and fuzzy that I've wanted for pretty much my entire life and that I can dote on and give copious amounts of attention to might help my mood a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I got two females due to the fact that pairing males typically leads to fighting, and pairing a male and a female typically leads to more mice than you can shake a stick at, as their gestation period is just 3 to 4 weeks, and then they're ready to pop out some more.  I haven't taken any pictures yet because I want to get them a little more comfortable in their new surroundings before I attack them with a flashing camera, but they're quite adorable.  I've only named one of the two so far, because I thought I'd name them according to their personalities.  Monkey is a very nice tan color, and she is so named due to the fact that while I was assembling the big cage, she was hanging upside down from the wires of the small cage she was in.  The nameless one is black and white and seems to have ADHD.  Whereas Monkey is slightly timid but quite friendly, no name has been running all over the cage, climbing here and there and trying to gnaw through the bars.  She also bit me when I held her, when Monkey just liked exploring and sat down in my palm to wash her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm considering naming black and white Dory if I can't think of anything better, simply because having mice named Monkey and Dory would amuse me.  I also considered Punky, but I'll see if she's a little friendlier tomorrow when she's settled in or if she actually does deserve a name like that.  I'm glad that the two of them get along though.  They teamed up to try to chew out of the cardboard carrier on the car ride home, and now that they're in their new home they're curled up in their food bowl sleeping right next to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hope that they become a little more adventurous tomorrow too, as right now they seem perfectly content to hang out on the middle level of their tri-level abode.  I also hope they know where their water is, because I haven't seen them drink any yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In other news, I went to Tucson over spring break, and that was fun.  I'd quite like to move there for school in the fall, but my mother seems determined to break my spirit and lock me up in this stupid little house forever.  Now I'm off to sleep!  Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-7398727655049349605?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7398727655049349605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=7398727655049349605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7398727655049349605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7398727655049349605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/04/mickey-mouse-club-march.html' title='Mickey Mouse Club March'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-2328382367620821034</id><published>2009-04-04T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:01:01.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving On A Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So my plane leaves at 8:45 (or was it 9:45...I should check that) Sunday morning.  4 fun-filled days in Tucson!  The one thing I hate about traveling though is packing.  It's so frustrating!  And I always end up forgetting something.  I started trying to pack tonight, because yesterday I got a nice new suitcase.  For some reason, I only have a ginormous suitcase and a really tiny one, so I got a nice medium-sized one.  I packed my pajamas...and that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Things I have done instead of packing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;continue my re-reading of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;talk on the phone to my grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;eat dinner (chicken chop suey, yum!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;watch Wife Swap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;read Harry Potter while watching Wife Swap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;read Harry Potter while watching That's Entertainment, Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;eat dinner...again (burrito and rice...tasty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;read Harry Potter while eating Swedish chocolate (Marabou filled with soft toffee...mmm...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;read Harry Potter while watching Miss Grant Takes Richmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;finish Harry Potter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And now I'm debating whether or not to start Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix before I go to sleep.  I haven't read any of these books since they came out, and it's kind of neat to go back and notice things again now that I know what happens.  Plus it fills the void until the movie comes out.  AND I'm dying to go to Azkatraz 2009!  Now I should probably sleep, have to finish packing tomorrow, pick up a couple of things from Target (need magazines for the plane ride and layover in Phoenix, and I need a charger for my iPod), pick up my contacts, and all that good stuff.  Hectic, hectic, hectic!  Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-2328382367620821034?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2328382367620821034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=2328382367620821034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2328382367620821034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2328382367620821034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/04/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving On A Jet Plane'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-864868469884531180</id><published>2009-04-01T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:04:36.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Boots Are Made For Walkin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I finally got some Ugg boots.  God bless outlet stores!  Got some of the talls in chestnut for $130, regularly $200.  I wore them today and they are soooo comfy...I need to get some more skinny jeans though because I don't like how the flares I wore puffed out above the boots.  So my goal is to find a good pair of light/regular wash skinny jeans, because the only skinny jeans I have now are a pair of dark, a pair of regular with giant holes in the knees, and some different colored jeans (black, pink, orange, green, and purple, I believe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In other news, I'm on spring break next week!  Actually we don't have school Friday either, so that's fun.  As for my plans...Friday I'm helping move my horse to a new stable, Saturday I'm going riding, Sunday I'm flying into Tucson, and then I'm going to be hanging out with one of my best friends who lives there until Wednesday, when I fly back.  Thursday I'm going to my drum lesson, Friday I'm going to an O.K. Go concert that was supposed to be on March 21st but the singer got sick and they postponed it, Saturday I'll hopefully get to relax and hang out with my friends, and Sunday I have rehearsal, so I'll be out of the house from 12:15 until at least 8:30...blah.  Then it's back to the grind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But yeah.  I'm considering using my spare YouTube channel to do fashion/make-up related videos.  I know I mentioned doing make-up videos on there before but I never got around to it, and lately I've been loving watching people's fashion videos, so I'd really like to do that.  We'll see how that goes, toodles for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-864868469884531180?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/864868469884531180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=864868469884531180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/864868469884531180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/864868469884531180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-boots-are-made-for-walkin.html' title='These Boots Are Made For Walkin&apos;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-4781855519030947072</id><published>2009-03-23T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:59:52.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons In The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I made my last post at about 1 A.M. on the 15th of March.  I got up at about 11, ready to head out to L.A. for rehearsal...except that never happened.  I was laying in bed chatting with my mom when my dog Prince came in and coughed.  I was used to hearing him cough, for quite a while now he'd been coughing due to a slow-growing tumor in his lung.  The vet had said he would probably outlive it, but I guess he was wrong.  After he coughed, Prince began breathing funny.  I decided it would be best to stay home and I spent the day with him.  He got a little warm turkey, I brushed him, I blew bubbles for him (he loooved to chase bubbles), I petted him, and I laid with him.  At around 4 PM, he died.  He was around 12 or 13 years old. I miss that darn little mutt, he was my baby.  I had him for about 9 and a half years and he was basically the first pet that was all mine.  We had a very special bond.  I'm glad that he went on his own, the thought of putting animals to sleep bothers me.  He got to go laying on his favorite little couch, with his little blanket on him, and me and both my parents there petting him and comforting him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been a tough week, to say the least.  He was part of the family and I'll miss him very much.  I'm trying to decide the best place to put his ashes, I got them back yesterday.  I want to see if I can find a good picture of the two of us too, to set next to his little metal box.  I guess I'll have a whole little shrine, haha, because I have his collar and a lock of his fur too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v237/alicecooper91/DSCI00122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Wasn't he adorable?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways...yeah.  I'm dealing pretty well I guess.  Starting next Sunday I have uber-long rehearsals, before they were just from 1:15 to 4:15 but now I'll be there until 7:15...so my Sundays are shot until the end of May, and then I just have to be there from 4:15 to 7:15.  Fun stuff.  Now I'm going to go feed my Quantum Leap addiction, see you all later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-4781855519030947072?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4781855519030947072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=4781855519030947072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4781855519030947072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4781855519030947072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/03/seasons-in-sun.html' title='Seasons In The Sun'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-4807541368589863986</id><published>2009-03-15T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:10:37.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy To The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Amy is very happy.  "Why is Amy very happy?" you ask?  Because I don't have a second period anymore!  Yay!  Sophomore year I took American Sign Language at a junior college, and I finally brought in my transcripts, so I no longer needed beginning band...which it turns out I wasn't getting credits for anyway.  But now I get to sleep until 9 Monday through Thursday, and until 9:45 on Fridays!  This makes me very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In other news...I've become addicted to a Wii game that I got for Christmas but only opened a few days ago.  It's called Order Up! and it involves using the Wiimote to prepare all kinds of food.  I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now I think I should try to go to sleep, so goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-4807541368589863986?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4807541368589863986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=4807541368589863986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4807541368589863986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4807541368589863986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/03/joy-to-world.html' title='Joy To The World'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-574270552049084403</id><published>2009-02-28T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:02:41.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Just Wanna Have Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So tonight is girls' night!  Yaaay!  My buds Maggie and Christina are coming over and we plan on playing Rock Band, doing karaoke, playing board games, and pigging out, plus whatever else we can come up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had suuuuch a long day yesterday!  Got under 5 hours of sleep, up at 6, at school at 7, had to practice marching and load up on the bus to get to California Adventure, got in at about 10, went on rides, shopped, and ate until 3:15, got dressed up in the band uniform and rehearsed until 4:55, then did a 15 minute parade, got back into regular clothes, packed up the buses again, rode back to school, unpacked the buses again, came home, got into comfy clothes, had soup &amp;amp; watched half of The Ugly Dachshund, fell asleep on the couch, woke up and crawled into my room, and slept for about 11 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The parade totally killed my back, haha.  It's been messed up for the past like 5 years and then I had to carry one of those ginormous flags which are very heavy and hard to hold balanced.  Plus it was windy, so that was fun.  At one point the flag wrapped completely around my head so I couldn't see where I was going.  I heard people watching the parade laughing at me and I had to blow the darn thing back out of my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aaanyways, yeah.  I'm excited for my robobaby this week!  I get it on Monday and I am determined to get a girl.  I'm naming her Cassandra Simone Depp =]  Now I'm going to go finish getting ready for tonight, yay!  Bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-574270552049084403?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/574270552049084403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=574270552049084403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/574270552049084403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/574270552049084403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/02/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-6284549350701989167</id><published>2009-02-25T01:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:08:15.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Hear Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Testing blogging from my new iPod Touch.  Yay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Posted with &lt;a href='http://lifecast.sleepydog.net'&gt;LifeCast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-6284549350701989167?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6284549350701989167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=6284549350701989167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/6284549350701989167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/6284549350701989167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-can-hear-music.html' title='I Can Hear Music'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-5966806105509667133</id><published>2009-02-23T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:20:15.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Fungus Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I turned 18 Saturday.  Yay!  I had a pretty fun birthday.  Since it's free to go to Disneyland on your birthday I went with my new pal Zack and spent the day there.  Then Sunday my grandma came over and she and my parents and I all had dinner and cake.  As far as gifts, I got a couple pretty awesome things.  Firstly, I got a 32GB iPod Touch!  I've wanted one for so long and it's even more awesome than I thought it would be.  I also got tickets to go see Tom Jones in concert (yay!), shorts, a t-shirt, a purse, and a Ty beanie baby, all of which was from my parents.  My aunt and uncle sent me a check for $18, my grandma took me shopping and I got one of the Hello Kitty eyeshadow palettes and a Hello Kitty lipgloss from MAC, and Zack gave me a really awesome Elmo wallet, some lottery tickets (I won $4 yay!), pins, and Civilization III.  I also got 3 free lipglosses from Sephora because it was my birthday, so that was exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Other than that...nothing too thrilling has been going on.  School is going well, and next week I get a mechanical baby to care for for my sociology class!  I'm looking forward to that.  I'm also marching with the band in a parade at California Adventure, so that's exciting too.  That's about all I can think of for now, talk to you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-5966806105509667133?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5966806105509667133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=5966806105509667133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/5966806105509667133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/5966806105509667133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-fungus-face.html' title='Happy Birthday Fungus Face'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-3439546526211125866</id><published>2009-02-12T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:19:11.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life On Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm scared.  My favorite show is Life on Mars, and the ratings are dropping =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;THIS SHOW CANNOT DIE IT IS TOO AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;EVERYBODY START WATCHING IT!  AND MAKE EVERYONE YOU KNOW WATCH IT!  GO NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm not crazy, I swear...I just love this show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-3439546526211125866?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3439546526211125866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=3439546526211125866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/3439546526211125866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/3439546526211125866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-on-mars.html' title='Life On Mars'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-6788805763470538021</id><published>2009-02-04T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:33:54.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, today isn't MY birthday (although that is fast approaching), but it is Alice Cooper's 61st birthday, so happy birthday Alice!  I wore one of my many Alice shirts today in honor of the occasion =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Moving right along...today was my third day back at school.  I went to this high school (which I shall refer to simply as WHS for privacy purposes) for freshman and sophomore years, and then left October of my Junior year because frankly, if I hadn't, I would have lost my mind completely.  I transferred to independent study and was doing that whole bit just up until the end of last month.  I wanted to transfer back to WHS for the last semester of my senior year just to finish up the whole experience, graduate with my friends, and so I could finish where I had started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So being back isn't that bad.  I think I'm getting back into the swing of things, although I did oversleep 15 minutes this morning but no biggie.  My schedule is actually reaaaaaally easy, because all I need to graduate is a semester of economics and 4 elective classes.  My schedule appears as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1st Period - No class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2nd Period - Beginning Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3rd Period - Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4th Period - Economics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5th Period - Teacher Assistant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;6th Period - Foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So that's pretty awesome.  The way my school's weird schedule works means that Mondays and Wednesdays I don't have to be at school until 10:15 AM, Tuesdays and Thursdays I have to be there at 8, and Fridays I have to be there at 9:45.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The classes themselves all seem pretty easy.  I took beginning band freshman year and I'm taking it again mainly because there weren't really any other electives and it's super easy.  I sit in the back with my giant xylophone, do whatever I want, and when I have to I play.  Good class to study/finish up homework in.  Sociology is pretty easy too, mainly just note taking and watching movies.  Plus in a couple of weeks we get to care for our own little mechanical baby for a week that will cry randomly all day long, so that sounds like fun haha.  Economics should be good because I had the teacher for A.P. psychology sophomore year and he's my favorite teacher.  Very laid back and full of funny stories.  Now originally I was going to T.A. for my honors bio. teacher, who I had freshman year, but she already had a T.A. for fifth period so instead I went with my honors English II teacher from sophomore year.  So far it seems like it should be an easy period, I'll probably make copies and correct stuff or something, I really don't know.  I do want to clean up the classroom though because it's a mess haha.  I found a bottle of fish food and I see no fish in that class whatsoever...so yeah.  And then foods is so much fun!  We just get to cook and eat, so that should be a nice way to finish off the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, I've blabbered enough about this so now I'm going to go heat up some food and do some homework.  Friday I have to turn in a bunch of econ. vocab. AND a chapter outline/vocab. terms for sociology so that's exciting.  And I have my drum lesson tomorrow night so I have to finish most of it today...ahhhh.  And I have to decide what I'm wearing tomorrow!  I love picking out my outfits haha.  Well...bye for now then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-6788805763470538021?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6788805763470538021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=6788805763470538021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/6788805763470538021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/6788805763470538021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-4865317065557625987</id><published>2009-02-01T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T03:09:51.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zelda's Lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today (well, technically yesterday) I spent the day at my grandma's house helping her and my mom to clean out the garage.  We've done this many times before, and we always make some progress but I also always wind up finding really cool stuff and taking it home with me.  Today was no exception!  For one thing, I found this little thingamabob that I used to have when I was a baby that projects images of Disney characters on the ceiling and plays relaxing songs.  I do have to see if I can fix it though because the projection is supposed to scroll through different pictures, but it isn't.  I also found a book that I asked for for Christmas but didn't get (Love, Lucy by Lucille Ball), a book about mysterious Hollywood deaths, and a book about the New Kids On The Block, which looks hilarious.  I found a really cool lamp that looks like a movie camera, a working rotary dial phone, 3 pairs of nice leather gloves (brown, black, and white), a couple of belts, a sweater, and a large blank canvas.  And a bag of grapefruit from my grandma's tree, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;THE MOST EXCITING FINDS, however, were...OLD VIDEO GAME SYSTEMS!  YAY!  So first I opened up a cabinet to find a lovely little NES staring at me...but no cords, controllers, or games.  I set that aside for later.  Then I found a Sega Genesis still in the box it came in complete with its cords and one controller.  No games there either, though.  I then stumbled across a Sega Genesis, also in the box with its cords but no controllers or games.  Finally I found a box housing an Intellivision and a Tandyvision (which plays the exact same game cartridges as the Intellivision), to which the cords and controllers are permanently attached, but again no games.  Finally at some point my mom found a box with the cords, controllers, and some games for the NES plus two more controllers and some games for the Genesis.  We still haven't found games for the other systems but I have to look more some other time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I brought the NES and the Genesis home with me for now.  The Genesis works fine so I'm going to find a place for it and hook it up soon.  The NES works...sort of.  I was able to play a little Super Mario Bros. 2 on it but eventually it stopped working.  I'm getting the flashing screen/light so I hopefully just have to clean the contacts to get it working fine again.  The sad thing is that there used to be a ton more games for these systems but we thought we didn't have the systems anymore so we sold all the games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So that's my exciting story for the day.  I was also very amused by the fact that I was wearing my Super Mario Bros. 3 shirt today.  But yeah...I'm going back to school Monday after being in independent study since October of 2007.  I'm looking forward to seeing people again, but definitely dreading getting up in the morning.  I know I'm going to have a free period though and I'm really hoping to get my first period free, because with the way the schedule works I'd be able to come into school Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at 10 AM and only have to be there at 8 AM Tuesdays and Thursdays.  So wish me luck on that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-4865317065557625987?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4865317065557625987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=4865317065557625987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4865317065557625987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4865317065557625987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/02/zeldas-lullaby.html' title='Zelda&apos;s Lullaby'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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you!  Don't miss an episode from the uncensored first season of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crank Yankers&lt;/span&gt;, featuring all of your nasty-talking favorites from Jimmy Kimmel's Elmer to Sarah Silverman's Hadassah to a special little someone named Ed.  This DVD set also features puppetized performances from artists like Tenacious D (naked!) and Ween.  So sit back and enjoy the cranks, just remember...in Yankerville, no one is safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2002, Color, 153 Minutes, Not Rated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonus Features: 2 Unaired Calls, "Dial 'T' for Torment: A Mini 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2298759824276205034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=2298759824276205034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2298759824276205034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2298759824276205034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/01/crank-yankers-uncensored-season-1.html' title='Crank Yankers Uncensored Season 1'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-8883933959948534251</id><published>2009-01-19T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:26:09.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock Treatment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I'm finally getting around to watching Shock Treatment.  I've only watched a little bit of it so far but I decided to pause and do an entry before I forgot.  One interesting thing that I didn't realize before is that Jessica Harper, who plays Phoenix in Phantom Of The Paradise, plays Janet Majors in this movie.  I was watching thinking that she looked and sounded a lot like her and lo and behold, it is her!  Just a little random fact that amused me.  From the box:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The musical madness and mayhem continue in this sumptuous "sequel" to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; - on DVD for the first time ever!  In the continuing adventure of Brad and Janet Majors (Cliff De Young and Jessica Harper), their suburban hometown, Denton, U.S.A., has been transformed into a giant TV studio, where the brainwashed citizens remain happily glued to an endless series of soap operas, variety acts and game shows.  But before you can say, "We'll be right back after this, the station's unscrupulous sponsor has locked Brad up in a mental hospital and recruited Janet to be the sexy star of her own hit show.  Stay tuned for a shocking lineup of maniacal characters, biting satire and all-out fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1981, Color, 92 Minutes, Rated PG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Here's a poster:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c0/Shock_Treatment_poster_1_sheet.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And here's the trailer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHXkXzX4o8c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHXkXzX4o8c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-8883933959948534251?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8883933959948534251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=8883933959948534251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8883933959948534251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8883933959948534251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/01/shock-treatment.html' title='Shock Treatment'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-7935994722138854790</id><published>2009-01-17T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:20:35.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had a pretty fun and crazy night tonight.  I left my house at about 5, and it usually only takes like 40 minutes to get to LA.  IT TOOK ME TWO HOURS!  So that kind of blew, I missed the whole opening act of this show I was going to.  But the rest of the show was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;AND THEN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My friend and I were supposed to go out to eat with people.  We were going to pull out of the garage, meet them on the street, and follow them to the place because I had no idea where it was.  So we get out and there's no one outside.  We waited for about 5 minutes, called my mom to ask for directions, and then got gas, checked to see if anyone was there yet, and decided to try to find the place ourselves.  So we're driving through the valley, trying to follow the directions my mom gave me but we can't find a certain street.  We ask a guy at this gas station for directions but he can barely speak English and he gets us even more lost.  FINALLY my friend's mom calls my cell phone to tell us that the people thought they saw us behind them, got to the restaurant, found out it was full, and left.  So now we had to drive all the way back to where we started to eat somewhere that was a block away from the Knitting Factory (where the show was).  But that place was closing so we had to go down Sunset a bit and eat somewhere else.  It was a little stressful at the time but it was fun, and in the end I got to try Thai food for the first time!  It was really good.  Thank goodness for Facebook too, because that's how my friend's mom got my cell number, otherwise we would've driven around aimlessly forever.  It was funny though, because as we were heading back to Hollywood we passed the restaurant we'd been looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then driving down Hollywood Blvd. to the freeway to go home, I had my windows rolled down and two creepy guys in a car next to me asked me where I was going.  I simply rolled my eyes and rolled up my windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;YAY.  I may do a post about Shock Treatment tomorrow, although I'm going to a YouTube gathering, and then to my grandma's, plus I have a lot of homework to do.  But we'll see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-7935994722138854790?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7935994722138854790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=7935994722138854790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7935994722138854790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7935994722138854790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/01/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-8418625256603024353</id><published>2009-01-16T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:52:36.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rocky Horror Picture Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I'm watching...The Rocky Horror Picture Show!  This is mainly because I plan on watching Shock Treatment (the sequel) tomorrow so I just felt it necessary.  But I do love this movie!  Tim Curry is so awesome.  From the box:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Rocky Horror Picture Show &lt;/span&gt;is an "erotic nightmare beyond any measure."  Relive Richard O'Brien's sinfully twisted salute to horror, sci-fi, B-movies, and rock music - a "sensual daydream to treasure forever" - starring Tim Curry (in his classic gender-bending performance), Barry Bostwick, and Oscar winner Susan Sarandon.  Do the "Time Warp" and sing "Hot Patootie" with Meatloaf again...and again...and again.  Pull up a slab and let the madness begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1975, Color, Approx. 100 min, Rated R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poster:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.starstore.com/acatalog/rocky-horror-poster-si-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trailer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xoTQC4S8IL4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xoTQC4S8IL4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seriously, if you haven't seen this before, then what rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"&gt;have you been living under?  Go watch it!  Although,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"&gt;watching the DVD is nothing like a midnight showing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"&gt;because those are awesome, so I recommend seeing if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-family:verdana;"&gt;there's one in your area!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-8418625256603024353?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8418625256603024353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=8418625256603024353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8418625256603024353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8418625256603024353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/01/rocky-horror-picture-show.html' title='The Rocky Horror Picture Show'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-4689366341226053883</id><published>2009-01-14T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:40:36.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom Of The Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I've decided I want to start a little movie suggestion thing.  I'll title the blog post as the movie title, and then give a little info about it.  At first I was going to make comments while I watched the movie but I tried that and it was pretty lame, so for now I'll just talk about it and urge you to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So today's movie is Phantom Of The Paradise.  From the box:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phantom of the Paradise &lt;/span&gt;is a groundbreaking cult film favorite from acclaimed writer/director &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian De Palma&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul Williams&lt;/span&gt; wrote the acclaimed rock and roll score for this musical horror classic, and stars as an evil record tycoon haunted and taunted by a disfigured composer he once wronged.  Cheered by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los Angeles Times&lt;/span&gt; as a "delightful outrageous...visual triumph," this hilarious send-up of the glam rock era is pure entertainment from beginning to end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1974, Color, Approx. 92 Minutes, Rated PG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've only seen this movie twice before, but I fell in love with it the very first time I saw it.  It reminds me of The Rocky Horror Picture Show in a way, and I absolutely love that movie, so if you like that you'll probably like Phantom Of The Paradise.  This movie is kind of loosely based on Phantom Of The Opera, The Hunchback Of Notre Dame, The Picture Of Dorian Grey, and Faust.  It's a musical (duh) and it has lots of great songs, interesting characters, and it's just a cool movie.  Here is a poster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v237/alicecooper91/phantom_of_the_paradise-1.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And here's the trailer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2n5qVJEg3qA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2n5qVJEg3qA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you do decide to see this movie, let me know what you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-4689366341226053883?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4689366341226053883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=4689366341226053883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4689366341226053883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4689366341226053883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/01/phantom-of-paradise.html' title='Phantom Of The Paradise'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-2069060326102096983</id><published>2009-01-05T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:14:46.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Like About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here's a fun, random, super-awesome 5:38 AM blog post for everyone who stumbles across my sad excuse for a blog.  Right now my sleeping schedule is like completely bass-ackwards and I'm going to bed at like 9 AM and waking up at 5-7 PM.  I really need to fix that, because I'm leaving independent study to finish my final semester of high school with my friends.  Eww...mornings =/  But yeah.  I just watched some video on YouTube where this person was listing random facts about themselves and I thought it would be kind of fun to do that.  It might even help me learn about myself!  Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. I am kinda OCD.  I have to have the stereo turned to a number ending in 0 or 5 (15, 20, 25, 30 etc.) and I have no idea why.  It just drives me nuts if it isn't.  I have some other OCD traits like if I touch something with one hand I usually have to touch it with the other as well.  I don't know if that makes sense but yeah haha.  Plus like...just other boring little things I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. I like orange juice, but I'm really picky about it.  I can drink Minute Maid and stuff like that but I don't really like it.  I love Odwalla and Naked orange juice as well as fresh-squeezed.  And for some reason I've always loved Donald Duck brand orange juice, which I'm not sure if they make anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. On the topic of juices I'm addicted to guava juice and I have been since...as long as I can remember.  I also LOVE Jamba Juice's orange berry blitz.  And Odwalla's Citrus C C Monster (which I am drinking as we speak).  And lemonade made with lemons from the tree in my backyard is probably my favorite thing ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. I've loved Alice Cooper since I was about 7 1/2.  I saw him singing "Welcome to my Nightmare" on a commercial for some Halloween event at Magic Mountain, asked my mom who he was, and the rest is history.  She had a few of his albums on vinyl and I sat in front of the record player and listened to them over and over all night long.  I soon realized that I recognized a couple of songs from hearing them on the radio before I realized who Alice Cooper was.  My obsession only grew from there.  When I was 9 I was Alice Cooper for Halloween and I was actually in a Halloween parade (the final Mark and Brian Halloween parade, and if you're from my area you'll know who they are...well even if you aren't, they were the DJs in the Princess Diaries movie) as the 9-year-old Alice Cooper!  When I was 11 I went to see my first Alice Cooper concert and my grandma scored me and my brother backstage passes, so I have a picture of me with Alice and an autographed program.  I see Alice every time in town and I've only missed him once (I cried).  I even went to see a taping of the Craig Ferguson show that Alice was on.  And I'm determined to meet him again one day so he can sign the picture of us =D  Oh, and for Christmas I FINALLY got this pretty rare autobiography of his from the 1970s, YAY!  Thank you mommy =]  (This probably could've been a post of its own, it was pretty long but oh well haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5. Okay so I was writing about my lucky celebrity encounters here...and then I just started blabbing on about random stuff and people and things like that and it started getting really long and braggy sounding so I decided to nix it.  But maybe one day I'll post it.  Who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This post is getting entirely too long.  My apologies, but like I said I'm bored!  Bye for now =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-2069060326102096983?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2069060326102096983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=2069060326102096983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2069060326102096983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2069060326102096983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-like-about-you.html' title='What I Like About You'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-7395636870313135552</id><published>2008-12-29T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:05:28.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sharona</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm quite bored and tired right now.  I'm laying around listening to My Sharona and trying to think of things to do other than fall asleep, but I think that's a losing battle.  I really want some pasta but there's only chicken and no ground turkey, and chicken tastes really weird with marinara sauce as I discovered last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Right now I'm home alone because my dad's in the hospital having knee surgery and my mom's over there waiting, but I didn't feel like getting up at 5 AM to go down there.  I've been informed that surgery is over and they had to drill into the bone, which was previously unplanned, so he can't put any weight on his leg for 6 weeks.  That should be extremely interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm either going to watch Crank Yankers, The Real Housewives Of Orange County, or go back to sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-7395636870313135552?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7395636870313135552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=7395636870313135552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7395636870313135552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7395636870313135552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sharona.html' title='My Sharona'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-6224360513684561371</id><published>2008-12-26T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:40:16.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, not quite, but it was a wet Christmas and that's as close as it gets here.  I had a really awesome Christmas and just because I can (and because I like to have a record of what I got) I'm going to list everything I got!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ibanez GR200 4-string bass guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Line 6 LD15 bass amp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bass strap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Korg tuner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Road Runner gig bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pajamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hooded vest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ankle boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sweater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Juicy Couture shoe keychain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Juicy Couture heart-shaped computer mouse &amp;amp; mousepad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Juicy Couture earrings, 2 pairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Juicy Couture gumball machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grease Barbie: Sandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grease Barbie: Rizzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grease Barbie: Frenchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Crank Yankers: Season 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Full House: Season 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a really awesome retro-style shower curtain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mickey &amp;amp; Minnie sweater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Sims 2 Mansion &amp;amp; Garden Stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PSP Media Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shag's Zodiac: Offbeat Adventures In Astrology - Eve Lederman, Illustrations by SHAG (finished already!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Overheard In New York - S. Morgan Friedman, Michael Malice (finished already!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wearing Of This Garment Does Not Enable You To Fly: 101 Real Dumb Warning Labels - Jeff Koon, Andy Powell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fashionable Clothing From The Sears Catalogs: Mid-1960s - Joy Shih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lucy In Print: Tells The Scoops And Fans The Flames - Michael Karol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Atomic Home: A Guided Tour Of The American Dream - Whitney Matheson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;earrings and necklace set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Orrefors crystal tree ornament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;$100 Visa gift card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;$40 Target gift card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cookie baking set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;leather purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rolling Stone 40 Years (every page of every issue of Rolling Stone from the very first issue up until May 2007 all on my computer!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Order Up! (Wii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Furu Furu Park (Wii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Golden Girls: Season 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yo Gabba Gabba!  The Dancey Dance Bunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Ugly Dachshund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Phantom Of The Paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2 MAC eyeliners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4 MAC eyeshadows in a compact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MAC brush cleaner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a MAC holiday brush set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MAC Zoom Lash mascara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MAC translucent set powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Juicy Couture penguin charm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Juicy Couture purse charm with lipgloss inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sephora makeup kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;peace sign necklace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bangle bracelet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;peace sign earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ped Egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brookstone Slim Mirco-Tool kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Juicy Couture stuffed dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;stuffed penguin with candy canes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;stuffed Cardinal that chirps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;striped bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;American Girl Doll (Julie, 1970s doll)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Christmas outfit for Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Julie's record player &amp;amp; tape recorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Julie's hat &amp;amp; scarf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Julie's accessories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Julie's Barbie head toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Julie's tunic &amp;amp; corduroys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me, Alice - Alice Cooper, Steven Gaines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;turtleneck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Autobiography Of A Fat Bride: True Tales Of A Pretend Adulthood - Laurie Notaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Idiot Girls' Action-Adventure Club: True Tales From A Magnificent And Clumsy Life - Laurie Notaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I Love Everybody (And Other Atrocious Lies): True Tales Of A Loudmouth Girl - Laurie Notaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We Thought You Would Be Prettier: True Tales Of The Dorkiest Girl Alive - Laurie Notaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quantum Leap - Season 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Samba De Amigo (Wii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;chocolate orange (gone already =])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nougat bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and I suppose I'll throw in the fact that my brother got 2 tickets to see Zappa Plays Zappa and he's taking me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And if I'm not mistaken...that's everything!  Yay!  I have lots to keep me busy now =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-6224360513684561371?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6224360513684561371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=6224360513684561371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/6224360513684561371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/6224360513684561371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-christmas.html' title='White Christmas'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-7720022487652654875</id><published>2008-12-24T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:55:25.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, maybe it isn't ironic but I just realized I made my last post at almost the EXACT same time I posted last Christmas Eve.  Last year I posted at 1:20 PM and this year I posted at 1:19 PM.  I swear I didn't do it on purpose, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm easily amused.  Get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-7720022487652654875?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7720022487652654875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=7720022487652654875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7720022487652654875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7720022487652654875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/12/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-5981866998266224944</id><published>2008-12-24T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:22:14.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Bells, Batman Smells</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I realized that today marks the one-year anniversary of this blog.  Amazing!  I'm laying here, once again, in anticipation of the arrival of the crazies.  There is an interesting version of Jingle Bells sung by Elvis blasting from the other room.  I'm still in my pajamas and I'm conjuring the energy to get dressed.  So that's terribly exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really have nothing to say, I just felt I should mark the one-year anniversary.  Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-5981866998266224944?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5981866998266224944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=5981866998266224944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/5981866998266224944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/5981866998266224944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/12/jingle-bells-batman-smells.html' title='Jingle Bells, Batman Smells'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-4448181427943660313</id><published>2008-11-24T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:48:16.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wayyy after midnight!  I'm actually kind of sad that I'm up this late.  For a week or two there I had a very normal sleep schedule - in bed by 8 or 9 PM, up anywhere from 4:30 to 6 AM.  I was enjoying it!  I had more energy, and I just felt better.  But I've fallen into a bit of a slump again here.  I would've gone to bed earlier tonight but I have heartburn so I can't sleep.  That darn pizza just didn't agree with me =[  I haven't really had any fast food or too much junk food in the past few weeks, so I suppose it was a shock to my system.  I'm surprised I don't miss junk food more than I do but I'm getting along just fine without it!  I almost caved and went to Del Taco the other night but I decided I didn't really need it, so I'm good =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In other news, I'm really really really pushing to try to get a Blackberry Storm.  That phone is calling my name!  It's so freaking awesome and I've never gone out and gotten an "it" phone right when it came out.  I love my current phone very very much (I have an orange enV) but it's about a year and a half old and it's acting up on occasion.  Back in March it freaked out completely for about a day and just wasn't working right at all, but I wonder if it had something to do with the metal detectors at the airport.  And the other day it wouldn't let me erase messages in my inbox until I turned it off and on again, which was annoying.  But the Storm...it just looks wonderful.  The only downside is that they require you to add an extra $30 a month for unlimited Internet and e-mail.  I could live without it if it meant getting the phone, but Verizon is a big weenie and says no.  So instead I have to push the 'rents.  Which is always enjoyable (not).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So...yep.  In other news I'm working on my Christmas list, which again is comprised mainly of books with a few DVDs thrown in for good luck.  And a 32GB iPod Touch, but I'm 95% sure that's never happening because it's so damned expensive, and I'm 99.9999999% sure I won't get it if I get the Storm.  I can't really think of anything else except like...make-up and clothes and what have you.  Hmph.  But I love books =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And now I'm going to try to get some sleep so I can spend tomorrow doing homework (I finished my senior project, yay!) and picking up a big box of crap that we bought wholesale.  The box is exciting but the homework...not so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-4448181427943660313?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4448181427943660313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=4448181427943660313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4448181427943660313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4448181427943660313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-midnight.html' title='After Midnight'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-3880264180642306049</id><published>2008-11-03T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:51:43.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Saints</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This morning, after having been up all night, at around 8:30 AM I decided to have some breakfast.  I had the breakfast of champions!  Easy Mac with pomegranate applesauce, two sugar cookies, and a glass of orange juice slush (courtesy of my fridge that has currently decided to act as a freezer).  I enjoyed my meal while watching a movie I hadn't seen in AGES!  Wee Sing and the Marvelous Musical Mansion!  It was my favorite movie when I was little and I still remembered most of the songs.  Now I think I'm going to try to get some sleep because I have class in 4 hours and 40 minutes.  Then I get to come home and do homework.  Yay =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;GOOD NIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-3880264180642306049?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3880264180642306049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=3880264180642306049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/3880264180642306049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/3880264180642306049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-saints.html' title='When The Saints'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-4222177818404092967</id><published>2008-10-30T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:48:55.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles In The Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coolpicking.com/50226711/images/cancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 419px; height: 357px;" src="http://www.coolpicking.com/50226711/images/cancer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY want a SHAG/Josh Agle print.  I love them so much.  They're wonderful.  Ahhhh, why must art be so pricey, my wallet so empty, jobs so hard to come by, and my wall space so limited...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-4222177818404092967?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4222177818404092967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=4222177818404092967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4222177818404092967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4222177818404092967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/10/bubbles-in-wine.html' title='Bubbles In The Wine'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-119080417158295973</id><published>2008-10-12T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:41:24.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So...life is sucking at a rapidly increasing rate as of late.  Let me take this moment to recognize the deaths of two things near and dear to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.olsen-twins-news.com/newsimages/june2005/CosmoGirl3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images-cdn01.associatedcontent.com/image/A9389/93890/300_93890.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Honestly, a life without CosmoGirl! and Mother's Cookies (particularly the Circus Animal cookies) is no life at all.  Now I'm stuck reading Seventeen and eating Animal Crackers, both of which are good but come in second on my list.  I am also stuck shopping at Amoeba and Virgin, which are both good stores (Amoeba is way better than Virgin could ever dream of being) because of the death of Tower.  I still miss Tower =[  And Skateland!  The indoor roller skating rink that used to be by my house!  I haven't even found a substitute for that yet, and it's been gone for two years.  Gosh.  Everything I love disappears.  Let's have a moment of silence for all of these things, gone but not forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.hiphopnerd.com/pics/posts/towerrecords.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.roadsidepeek.com/roadusa/southwest/california/socal/socalskating/skatelandwhit3i.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you hadn't already noticed, I get very sentimental easily.  So sue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-119080417158295973?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/119080417158295973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=119080417158295973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/119080417158295973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/119080417158295973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/10/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-922131424399273645</id><published>2008-10-11T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:55:38.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's The Way (Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh) I Like It (Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life has been goooood!  I'm finally getting better after being sick for like a month, so that's exciting.  I also went to see the Van Halen tribute show, and this is what came of it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SPFyuCaV2oI/AAAAAAAAABU/wKn6-R1wMt8/s320/IMG_0928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256108375364983426" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So that's fun.  Michael Anthony was suuuuper cool and really nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh.  And I'm pissed.  Mother's Cookies went bankrupt.  No more Circus Animal cookies for Amy =[  Poop.  Actually we stocked up on cookies, we bought like $60 worth hahahaha.  We've gotta make them last a loooong time =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ahh and today I went to Amoeba!  Yay!  I love that place.  They always have super cool stuff.  I got Shock Treatment, the "sequel" to Rocky Horror.  I've never seen it but it looks good.  I also got Lake Placid, because Betty White is freaking Awesome.  I got a press kit for Walk Hard for $1 from the clearance bin.  It's actually pretty cool!  It has a bunch of pictures, the trailer, info about the movie, and four songs including two that weren't on the soundtrack.  All downloadable onto my computer!  So exciting.  Then I found an LP for $2 by a band called Gentlemen After Dark.  It was filed under Alice Cooper because apparently he was one of the producers.  I have to check it out, it might be good it might not haha.  And finally, I found a copy of Alice Cooper's album Killer on vinyl.  $18 for a used record is a bit steep, but it's so cool!  It's got the detachable 1972 calendar still attached!  Super awesome.  And I guess it's one of the original pressings because there was a note with it about it being on the Blvd. label?  I'm not really good with details about old albums and their rarity.  But it seems exciting, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All-in-all, life has been pretty good.  Except for the cookie debacle =/  SCREW YOU, ECONOMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-922131424399273645?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/922131424399273645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=922131424399273645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/922131424399273645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/922131424399273645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/10/thats-way-uh-huh-uh-huh-i-like-it-uh.html' title='That&apos;s The Way (Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh) I Like It (Uh-Huh, Uh-Huh)!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SPFyuCaV2oI/AAAAAAAAABU/wKn6-R1wMt8/s72-c/IMG_0928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-2867186718887086981</id><published>2008-10-03T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T04:32:55.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures Of Greggery Peccary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Long time, no see, non-existent readers!  I can't say that I've been terribly busy, but life has been giving me plenty of things to do.  I played two tribute to Black Sabbath shows, and Steve-O from Jackass came to one!  It was so awesome!  I also went to my best friend, Maggie's, 17th birthday party.  It was amazing!  She had a whole backdrop set up and a professional photographer and we all just brought tons of changes of clothes and had a huge photoshoot.  I can't wait to see the pictures!  What else?  Hmm...I've recorded a few makeup tutorial videos to upload to YouTube but I have yet to edit or upload them.  I've got some more MAC makeup, it's pretty exciting =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This weekend I'm going to see a tribute to Van Halen show, which Michael Anthony (Van Halen's former bassist) will be attending.  Speaking of bass, I'm learning to play that too now.  I can almost play Ballroom Blitz, yay!  And I've now started rehearsals for my next couple of shows, which will be a tribute to David Bowie and will be in late January.  I got TiVo in my room!  Now I can feed my 90201 habit at any hour of the day.  Yes, sad but true, I'm addicted to that darn show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This blog is very scattered.  Then again, so am I.  Right now I'm just laying on my bed listening to Frank Zappa and trying to decide what to do with myself.  I'm slightly tired but I don't quite feel like sleeping.  I could watch something off of TiVo but I don't quite feel like that too.  I'm just a bit restless and generally unsettled.  That is due to the fact that I'm sick.  I've been sick on and off for couple of weeks now, and it's not much fun.  It started as some type of stomach unsettlement, went away for a few days, came back as a feverish type of cold, went away for a few more days, and now is back as a cold with a nasty dry, sore, hoarse throat full of mucus.  So that's fun.  And this mucus-y feeling seems to be what is preventing me from sleeping.  Why am I rambling on about this?  I have no idea.  I think I'll go watch TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-2867186718887086981?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2867186718887086981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=2867186718887086981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2867186718887086981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2867186718887086981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/10/adventures-of-greggery-peccary.html' title='The Adventures Of Greggery Peccary'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-4516690456305422395</id><published>2008-09-10T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:48:51.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wow, long time no talk!  Life is going pretty well, I've been to see a couple of TV show tapings.  Last week I went to see a taping of Don't Forget the Lyrics with Meat Loaf and his daughter Pearl.  That was really awesome, I got to sing Two Out of Three Ain't Bad with Meat Loaf (well, the whole audience did, lol).  He seemed really cool though.  Then today I went to see The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson (my favorite late-night show) with special guest Alice Cooper!  Yay!  It was so awesome.  It was kinda like a little private concert because Alice did 2 songs and I got to sit in the front row!  I also got a cool guitar pick with Alice's face on it.  That's on tonight in like 45 minutes...I'm totally TiVoing it haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In other news, I'm getting ready to play a couple of shows this weekend.  AND I got my very first MAC product!  I got this awesome eyeshadow, the color is called Club and it's soooo pretty...it's totally hard to explain what color it is too haha.  It's amazing.  I wore it today and ahh I love it!  I really want to start doing makeup tutorial videos on YouTube.  If I do I'm going to use my second account, because I don't think makeup videos would mix well with my other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Other than that...hmm...oh!  I'm getting my own TiVo unit in my room in a couple of weeks!  FINALLY!  Haha, now I can record anything I want and my parents can't complain when it's taking up space on their unit.  Score!  This also means that we're finally getting HD in the living room, so I can put that big pretty TV to good use =]  But...yeah, I think that's about it for now.  I started school again so I've got some homework but that can wait, right now I'm going to feed my Grand Theft Auto IV addiction haha.  Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Elected'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-5002190238733455301</id><published>2008-08-27T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:26:11.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calcutta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it odd that I'm 17 years old and I never miss an episode of The Lawrence Welk Show?  That I obsessively look through used records at thrift stores for Herb Alpert albums?  How about the fact that I absolutely love The Golden Girls.  I really think that I'm an 80-year-old trapped in a 17-year-old's body (which gives me probably as many problems as some 80-year-olds, as far as bad knees and shoulders go).  This is quite an interesting phenomenon.  People look at me funny when I mention that I love polka.  Is loving cheerful music with an overabundance of accordions so wrong!?  I thought not.  I even has a t-shirt showing a jolly man playing the accordion alongside the phrase "I'll polka your eyes out!"  I realize I have issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Lawrence Welk habit has basically taken over the TiVo unit.  I have around 15 hours worth of Welk shows saved on there, and slowly but surely I'm transferring them to VHS so I can treasure them forever.  I'm guessing I'm one of the remote few who wishes they would release everything on a giant DVD box set, but seeing as the show was on for...what, like 30 years?...I really doubt that'll ever happen.  I may have to head down to the senior center and enlist my fellow Lawrence lovers to form an angry mob and insist that they release all of the episodes!  With bonus features!  And behind-the-scenes footage!  Ahhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Could you see that?  An angry mob of elderly folks, rushing forward with flaming canes held as torches, throwing their walkers at the doors of a building.  Those in their motorized scooters are circling, leading the chants of the angry crowd.  (I tried so hard here to come up with a worthwhile chant, but my brain seems incapable of thinking of anything that rhymes with Lawrence, Welk, or Geritol.)  Slowly, some of the crowd members become confused as to why they are actually there, and convince themselves that a company is withholding free prune juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I'm ending there, because A. it's almost 5:30 AM and B. this post has gone to Hell.  Good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-5002190238733455301?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5002190238733455301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=5002190238733455301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/5002190238733455301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/5002190238733455301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/08/calcutta.html' title='Calcutta!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-8624656000900434078</id><published>2008-08-23T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:59:56.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There is something seriously wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last night marks the second time in like...two months...that I have grabbed the glass of water next to my bed, and attempted to pour it on myself, while I'm sleeping.  Why?  I have no freaking clue.  But it is not pleasant.  This time I missed myself for the most part, but my pillow and bed got all wet and I had to get up at like 4:30 AM to get a towel to blot the water up with.  Luckily it was just water but still...ahhhh.  I'm weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In other news, while cleaning I found three t-shirts, a dress, and some makeup that I forgot I had and had never even used.  So that was fun!  I also came across an old picture of my friend who I haven't seen in like five years.  Then about two hours after I found that picture, she showed up on my doorstep.  So that was random but cool.  I might get together with her next week to catch up.  But...yep, now off to watch some Golden Girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-8624656000900434078?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8624656000900434078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=8624656000900434078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8624656000900434078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8624656000900434078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-raining-men.html' title='It&apos;s Raining Men'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-2399838707252380134</id><published>2008-08-22T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T01:22:13.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So it's been a while since I've written on this thing.  No one really cares though, since no one reads it.  I guess it's just more for my own sad amusement.  But...yeah.  I'm going to try to make this short and sweet!  I got my 88 color eyeshadow palette from Coastal Scents in the mail, SCORE!  This thing is amazing!  I did some swatches on the back of my hand and did one really quick look with just three colors today, but I love it.  It's amazing.  It makes me want to take off my makeup every five minutes and try more of the fun colors.  I actually might do some weird little makeup tutorials on YouTube, we'll see.  But anyways, I also went to camp for the first time ever, and it was AMAZING!  I went to the New York Film Academy one-week camp at Universal Studios.  I had the three best apartment-mates ever (yes, we got to stay in these awesome apartments, if you're ever in Burbank for a while stay at the Oakwood temporary apartments), and the entire experience was just...amazing!  I got to film a short movie of my own [not-so-hot] writing on the Universal Studios backlot!  It was awesome.  I really want to go back next year for the four-week camp but it costs like seven grand so I don't know if I can.  But anywho, after camp I'm used to going to sleep a bit earlier than I used to, so I'm going to go watch some Golden Girls and hit the hay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-2399838707252380134?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2399838707252380134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=2399838707252380134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2399838707252380134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2399838707252380134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-1093584360730703331</id><published>2008-07-30T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T04:45:41.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quake!  A Quake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So today was a super-duper exciting day!  First, I was sleeping and at about 9 AM my big 85 pound chocolate lab (Toby) came in and stuck his wet nose against my face and then curled up next to me.  I fell back asleep, UNTIL 11:42!  That was freaking scary.  If you live in a cave and haven't heard yet, at 11:42 AM PST, a 5.4 magnitude earthquake hit the Southern California area.  Now, I love earthquakes and I find them very exciting, but never again in my life do I want to be awakened by one.  I have a lot of stuff in my room on shelves, a shelf right above my head where I sleep (Smart, huh?  At least it's little.), and pictures hanging all over (again, some are over my bed...I win the genius award...I'm not moving them though ahaha because I have no more wall space).  The tremors were very small at first and I thought that either a large truck was going by, because my house tends to shake when they do pass, or my dad was doing something with a power tool since we're remodeling our bathroom.  The shaking seemed a little powerful for either of those but they seemed like viable options.  Before I could roll over and go back to sleep, however, the shaking got VERY intense.  My large shelf unit next to my bed began shaking violently and I shot up, screamed (which shows how surprised I was because I'm not really a screamer), and flung myself into the center of my bed (which, again, I'm very smart because that put me directly under my fan) and watched with blurred vision (because I was way too startled to put my glasses on) as numerous stuffed animals, plastic spears, and Alice Cooper and Johnny Depp dolls came flying at me, and most of it landed on my bed where I had been laying so I'm glad I moved.  I probably should have tried to get under a table or something but with two computer towers under my desk I wouldn't be able to fit there, and to get to the dining room table I would have had to run into the hall past my cabinet which was propelling all of my lotions everywhere, through the door, through the living room (dodging the wall-mounted TV in case it fell), and under the table (where small glass knick-knacks were being propelled).  So I suppose I was actually better off where I was. I wish I would have put my glasses on though because my dad said he could see the walls shaking.  The shaking lasted for what seemed like a good 15 or 30 seconds, again I was half asleep so I really have no idea.  Earthquakes make such a bizarre rumbling noise, it's a little unnerving haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So yeah, my mom came inside and we tried calling my brother and my grandma but our landline was down and the cell phones were all tied up.  Shortly after though my grandma managed to call my cell phone and we made sure everyone was okay.  I turned on the TV and left the news on all day long, until around 7 PM or so.  Not really sure why since there wasn't much damage or anything, but you just can't beat the excitement a natural disaster brings.  An hour or two after the initial 'quake, I felt one aftershock that only lasted a couple of seconds but did give two good jolts.  I, of course, was still wrapped up in my blanket in bed watching TV and talking excitedly to my friends on Facebook about what had just happened.  I was also busily informing everyone who was out of state what they had just missed =]  But...yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;OH and also adding to the excitement...in the afternoon I received my eBay purchase!  YAY!  I ordered the Wayne's World VCR board game, and I'm so excited to play it!  It's unused too, all the cards are still wrapped and everything.  Tomorrow I'll have to give it a run so I can make sure the tape works before I leave feedback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So now I'm going to attempt to go to sleep, even though I'm a little scared to because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A) I really don't want to be woken up by an earthquake again, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;B) Earlier, my mom and I both smelled chlorine and the scent of something electrical burning.  Now, I love the smell of chlorine (because I'm weird like that) but we have no idea where it was coming from.  Same for the burning smell.  So I'm afraid I'm going to like asphyxiate or the house is going to spontaneously combust or something.  But it's been a couple hours and the smells seem to have gone away and I'm still alive so I suppose it's safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gosh, I wrote a lot!  And I used way too many parentheses, haha.  OH, and the damn earthquake magically made the damn cuckoo clock start working again!  AHHHH!  Oh well.  I'll leave you with what I HAD to watch today =]  And yes, I do remember the Northridge 'Quake, that one was fun.  At least I was already awake when that happened (don't ask why a 2 year old was awake at 4:30 or whenever it happened...I really don't know, but I can vividly remember the events).  ANYWAYS I'm having a serious problem with ranting right now as I typically do after excitement such as this sooo let's cut to the video!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHi4UHT7ZKo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHi4UHT7ZKo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-1093584360730703331?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/1093584360730703331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=1093584360730703331&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/1093584360730703331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/1093584360730703331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/07/quake-quake.html' title='A Quake!  A Quake!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-5627635964314217850</id><published>2008-07-22T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:12:10.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Mia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My name is Amy, and I'm a makeupholic.  Seriously, I need help.  Lately I've been addicted to watching tutorials and haul videos on YouTube and I've just been going crazy!  I think it's because it's more fun to do makeup with contacts.  But yeah...I went to CVS to get some rubbing alcohol so I can fix an eyeshadow that I bought and immediately dropped and shattered (because I am a klutz) and I noticed that a lot of their makeup was on sale.  Danger!  I got 3 of the HIP eyeshadow duos, one of the eyeshadow stick thingies, and a NYC lipgloss =]  So I'm happy.  I need to reorganize my makeup though, because in my vanity I have like a drawer for eyeliners and lipliners and stuff, one for rings, one for bracelets, one for hair stuff, one for eyeshadows, one for face makeup, and one for lip products...and the eyeshadow one is full.  I had to take stuff out of it and leave it out so gahhh.  I really want to go get a nice train case from Sephora.  I also need more brushes because up until now I was lazy and just used the little applicators that came with eyeshadow but I really prefer brushes now and I don't have many at all.  So...yup!  Oh, and I discovered the joys of trying to balance out your checkbook when something's wrong haha.  Apparently some money that my mom was supposed to transfer to my account never made it so my balance was all off and the bank had to transfer money from my savings to my checking.  Craziness.  But luckily now I have like $50 more than I thought I did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now I'm going to go and go through boxes of stuff, because I've been bribed with promises of makeup and brushes and other goodies.  Oh my.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-5627635964314217850?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5627635964314217850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=5627635964314217850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/5627635964314217850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/5627635964314217850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/07/mama-mia.html' title='Mama Mia'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-9179281466718456337</id><published>2008-07-15T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:45:31.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born To Be Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello!  It's been a few days.  Not much is new in the world of Amy.  I'm kind of on a normal sleeping schedule again though, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!  That's just because yesterday I went to see the first episode of this new show called Hole In The Wall get taped, and it was exhausting.  Hole In The Wall is basically the American version of that Japanese human T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;etris&lt;/span&gt; video on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;, so it was pretty awesome.  But again, it was so exhausting!  I got up at 10, after not being able to fall asleep until after 4, and got ready.  Then at noon I left to get gas and I got to Jonathan's house at about 12:15 or so, and we were off.  Traffic was excellent, so we made it out to Studio City by 1, and we went to CBS to see if we could park and wait since we didn't need to be there until 2.  But nope, we had to come back at 2, so we went to find something to do for an hour.  There was a little street festival going on so parking was scarce and we had to go a ways down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ventura&lt;/span&gt; before we found a tiny shopping center with some parking spots.  We looked around in a pet store and got some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cheesy&lt;/span&gt; bread from Domino's (my first thing to eat all day).  Then we headed back, parked, and got in line.  We stood in line for 40 minutes before they told us they were running late, and to either hang out or just come back at 3:30.  So we waited, got back in line at 3:30...and then stood in line.  A lot.  At about 4 they moved us from a line on the second floor of the garage down to the first floor.  Then at about 4:30 they moved us to a line outside of the garage in the freaking hot sun.  Then at 4:45 we stood in line outside one of the sound stages, and by 5 we were finally in.  Then they expected us to stand and scream and cheer and bang "Thunder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Stix&lt;/span&gt;" together.  It took them like 3 hours and 15 minutes to tape the freaking half-hour show.  I've been to other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tapings&lt;/span&gt;, so I knew it took a long time (I was at Beauty and the Geek for 6 hours), but it's still not something you look forward to.  After the show was done they tried to get us to stay by bribing us with free pizza and VIP tickets to America's Got Talent and to come back and see Hole In The Wall again.  By this time, however, Jonathan and I had sore throats, we were tired, and the irritating cheerleaders from a rival high school who were sitting in front of us were getting on our last nerves.  So we bailed and went to Denny's on Sunset!  Denny's after dark in LA is always full of exciting people.  So, yeah, we had breakfast for dinner at like 8:30, we were out of there by 9:15, and I didn't get home until 10:15.  Over 12 hours of nonstop action...so I was dead tired.  Went right to sleep.  I didn't even check &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, that's impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wow, that's a big chunk of words up there.  No one's gonna read that, but oh well.  Today I went to the mall!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!  And I went broke!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.  I got awesome stuff though.  I got two really super awesome new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;eye shadows&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sephora&lt;/span&gt;.  They're Shady Lady &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;eye shadows&lt;/span&gt; by The Balm and they're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; pretty (&lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P157200&amp;amp;shouldPaginate=true&amp;amp;categoryId=2911"&gt;http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P157200&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;shouldPaginate&lt;/span&gt;=true&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;categoryId&lt;/span&gt;=2911&lt;/a&gt;)!  I got Curvy Cami, which is a super cute shimmery light purple, and I got Jealous Jordana, which is a dark shimmery emerald color.  I love them!  I also got an Overshadow (also by The Balm, &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P188502&amp;amp;shouldPaginate=true&amp;amp;categoryId=2911"&gt;http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P188502&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;shouldPaginate&lt;/span&gt;=true&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;categoryId&lt;/span&gt;=2911&lt;/a&gt;).  It's called No Money, No Honey and it's gorgeous!  It's a very light shimmery mineral powder to put on over eyeshadow to give it some glimmer.  Then I went over to Victoria's Secret Beauty in search of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;volumizing&lt;/span&gt; spray I read about in Seventeen or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Cosmo GIRL&lt;/span&gt;! or something.  Those salespeople are good!  I wanted one freaking $15 hair product...I walked out with 6 things and spent like $52.  I got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;volumizing&lt;/span&gt; spray (which I just tried and it's FABULOUS!  I press my hair and I feel the poof, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;), some straightening balm (which I also tried and it's lovely, my hair is straight, smooth, and frizz-free!  &lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&amp;amp;origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&amp;amp;event=display&amp;amp;prnbr=9B-212170&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;cgname=OSBAFONEZZZ&amp;amp;rfnbr=5222"&gt;http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&amp;amp;origin=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;onlineProductDisplay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;jsp&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;event=display&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;prnbr&lt;/span&gt;=9B-212170&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;cgname&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;OSBAFONEZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;rfnbr&lt;/span&gt;=5222&lt;/a&gt;), wave enhancing spray (which I'm going to try tomorrow, &lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&amp;amp;origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&amp;amp;event=display&amp;amp;prnbr=9B-212171&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;cgname=OSBAFONEZZZ&amp;amp;rfnbr=5222"&gt;http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&amp;amp;origin=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;onlineProductDisplay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;jsp&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;event=display&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;prnbr&lt;/span&gt;=9B-212171&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;cgname&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;OSBAFONEZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;rfnbr&lt;/span&gt;=5222&lt;/a&gt;), hair reviving towelettes (which sounds exciting), Love Spell refreshing body mist (it smells so good, and I never would have looked at it if my mom hadn't been a '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;tard&lt;/span&gt; and spilled it on herself, &lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&amp;amp;origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&amp;amp;event=display&amp;amp;prnbr=9B-206453&amp;amp;page=2&amp;amp;cgname=OSBAFNUPZZZ&amp;amp;rfnbr=5218"&gt;http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&amp;amp;origin=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;onlineProductDisplay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;jsp&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;event=display&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;prnbr&lt;/span&gt;=9B-206453&amp;amp;page=2&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;cgname&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;OSBAFNUPZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;rfnbr&lt;/span&gt;=5218&lt;/a&gt;), and a big pink Beauty Candy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;tote bag&lt;/span&gt; that came with 3 mini body sprays =]  So it was a productive day!  Now it's off to sleep, goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-9179281466718456337?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/9179281466718456337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=9179281466718456337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/9179281466718456337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/9179281466718456337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/07/born-to-be-alive.html' title='Born To Be Alive'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-3695306987711565849</id><published>2008-07-06T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:14:30.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i319.photobucket.com/albums/mm476/tequilamargarita/DSCI0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i319.photobucket.com/albums/mm476/tequilamargarita/DSCI0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I just realized I completely forgot that I was going to talk about my 4th of July.  And so I've just decided to dedicate a separate entry to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I had a pretty good 4th.  Went to my grandma's, as tradition requires, and had fun.  I ate way too much, hah.  Because I'm incredibly lazy, I typically only eat one real meal a day and then just kind of eat sporadically when I'm hungry throughout the rest of the day.  So eating filet mignon...and a hot dog...and corn on the cob...and potato salad...and bread...and pink stuff (a stupid name, but absolutely delicious)...and ambrosia salad...and 2 different kinds of pie...and cookies...was just kind of a bad idea.  But I couldn't resist!  And after all the indulgence, we shot off loads of fireworks, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;OH OH OH but we were all angry!  Because the people across the street from my grandma's house were outside doing fireworks too, and they were playing Mexican music really really loud.  And I mean, come on, it's the freaking FOURTH OF JULY...also known as AMERICA'S INDEPENDENCE DAY!  Please do not take advantage of a national holiday as simply an opportunity to blow shit up.  You could at least play some music in our national language, for Christ's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So being the type of family that we are, we retaliated.  We rolled down the windows of my mom's car, put in a patriotic CD, and cranked up the volume.  And once we had gone through the CD twice and realized we'd forgotten all our other CDs at home, we just had fun with it.  We played some random stuff off of our iPods =]  We heard a little CCR and some Tennessee Ernie Ford from my mom's iPod, and then we broke mine out.  We heard the freaking song from the Main Street Electrical Parade, we had some yodeling, the Lawrence Welk Show theme, some crazy Ultra Lounge music...just some fun stuff.  The people across the street didn't turn off their music right away but they did stand there and stare at us for quite a while.  Then, eventually, they turned off their music and went inside.  Score!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So yeah...then we watched some of the Blue Collar Comedy Tour, because seriously, what's more American than a bunch of rednecks telling mainly bathroom related jokes?  Yeah...it was a good Fourth =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-6558791377755475311?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6558791377755475311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=6558791377755475311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/6558791377755475311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/6558791377755475311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-bless-america.html' title='God Bless America'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-2554272210524198926</id><published>2008-07-05T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T03:32:58.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riki Tiki Tavi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hello, faithful (yet completely nonexistent) readers!  It's been a while.  A few exciting things have been going on, but nothing terribly thrilling.  June 29th marked the one year anniversary of me getting my driver's license, so now all restrictions are lifted and it feels great!  Also, Monday I'm getting my braces partially removed, and 2 weeks after that they come off completely, so that's exciting.  Also, about 2 1/2 weeks ago I got contacts!  I've tried them two or three times before, but they were always too dry and uncomfortable for me.  This time, I got the Acuvue Oasys contacts, and they're wonderful.  Contacts are fun, and I'm loving sunglasses =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hmm...I did laundry for the very first time the other day, so that was kinda cool.  I've also been working on cleaning my room.  My little vanity area is all nice and organized now so I'm having fun with my makeup.  I'd really like to do a little room tour video or even just a minitour of my vanity.  If I have time tomorrow I will, but that really depends on when I get up since I'm going to a barbecue at 4:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In other news...I was just watching some stuff on YouTube about making a video to win tickets to the premiere of that movie Garden Party.  I'm kind of interested, but I haven't really come up with any entry ideas yet and I'm still not completely positive I have the whole idea straight.  The whole thing is just kind of confusing, haha.  But we'll see.  Ooh, I've just randomly decided on my outfit and makeup for the barbecue!  Yay!  I'm excited to do that haha.  It's going to require straightening my hair though, ick.  I kinda hate that but I'll give it a shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well this blog is going absolutely nowhere, so I'm going to go and continue rereading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and maybe watch some of Adventures in Babysitting (because that movie makes me happy inside) and try to sleep, but most likely fail.  Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-2554272210524198926?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2554272210524198926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=2554272210524198926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2554272210524198926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2554272210524198926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/07/riki-tiki-tavi.html' title='Riki Tiki Tavi'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-8755424756071813047</id><published>2008-06-20T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T03:05:41.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Pepto-Bismol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Things are getting exciting in the world of Amy!  I have a lovely tan, I got contacts, and I'm getting my braces off next month!  It's all so...exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right now though, I am regretting eating half of a chocolate bunny from Easter 2007.  It was still in the box and wrapped up all nice, and it's Cadbury and it just looked good...but it gave me a horrible stomach ache...etc.  But I'm feeling better  now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While we speak I'm waiting for my videos to copy from my MacBook (Pro =]) to my external hard drive, because they eat up disk space like crazy.  I think I may have to get another external hard drive just for videos.  Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Other than that, I'm working hard on my songs for the Black Sabbath show, which is coming up in September.  I'm on Iron Man, Faeries Wear Boots, Into The Void, and Sweet Leaf, so that's exciting.  I'm also REALLY loving wearing sunglasses, they're so much fun.  That's kind of a downside to getting contacts though, now I have one more type of accessory to buy way too many of.  But oh well.  I bought a super cute pair at Target, they're black with little flowers painted on them.  Very '70s, I love them!  Then my mom said she'd buy me a pair too so I have to pick out something cute.  And I want to save up and buy some expensive ones, like Chanel or Juicy Couture.  But we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I'm going to watch UHF and maybe do a little cleaning.  Yay for 3 AM energy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-8755424756071813047?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8755424756071813047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=8755424756071813047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8755424756071813047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8755424756071813047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-pepto-bismal.html' title='Hey, Pepto-Bismol!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-6528051092721103051</id><published>2008-06-13T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T03:50:40.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season Of The Witch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm majorly PMSing today.  Blah.  But I did go shopping, got some cute tops from Old Navy, and some tops and hoodies from Ross.  Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have a show tomorrow.  I'm kinda looking forward to it but kinda not.  I'm just so tired.  I need a break from everything.  I thought I was gonna get to go to San Francisco this weekend but now that's not happening =[  Blaaaargh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In other news, I've been cleaning some, my back and neck hurt, and I have a beautiful tan.  At least on my arms and chest.  It's a shame that it started as a burn though, so I'm peeling now.  Second sunburn of my life, yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm gonna lay here and listen to Donovan now whilst I try to sleep.  Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-6528051092721103051?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6528051092721103051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=6528051092721103051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/6528051092721103051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/6528051092721103051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/06/season-of-witch.html' title='Season Of The Witch'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-4754868067356801634</id><published>2008-06-08T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:53:11.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've had the song Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad by Meat Loaf stuck in my head for like 3 days.  Hmph.  So today I helped my friend Maggie serve food and things at this tea held by where she dances and where I used to dance.  It was almost 7 hours of hard work but I had a lot of fun!  I got a good upper-body workout carrying stuff since the kitchen was downstairs and everyone was eating upstairs.  Well, we took the elevator, but it was a really slow elevator so we had to hold the stuff for a while, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v250/155/23/1051765134/n1051765134_30077689_9406.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anywho, my friends Thomas and Odassis &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;were visiting California (from Arizona) so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;we had some fun.  Wednesd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;ay night they came over, as did my friend Maggie, and we hung out and had pizza.  We watched So You Think You Can Dance, Lawrence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Welk, and part of To Catch A Yeti and the news haha.  And we played Apples To Apples!  That kinda took forever since we decided to extend it to whoever got 12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v250/155/23/1051765134/n1051765134_30077690_3118.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;cards first as opposed to 8, and Thomas and Od&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;assis like to argue their point.  A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;lot, hah.  Theeen Thursday we (minus Maggie) got more pizza and hung out at the park.  Friday we (again, minus Maggie) went to Venice Beach and I hung out in the sand while the guys swam in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;ocean.  Then the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;y dug a big hole and we buried Thomas =]  After that we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;McDonald's, saw You Don't Mess With The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Zohan, and hung out.  And I got the second sunburn of my entire life.  So that was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;fun.  But then they had to leave =[  Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v250/155/23/1051765134/n1051765134_30077691_3568.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OH yesterday I got a haircut!  Which was weird to have done the day after seeing Zohan but whatever.  I haven't had hair this short in like 6 years!  I love it though.  It's also now more reddish brown, and I'm very happy with the color.  I got layers too so hopefully it'll be easier to manage now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm...today I bought some really awesome (and cute!) new headphones.  They're really cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.turntablelab.com/images/content/2/4/24224.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Except mine have a black headband part instead of the weird tan color.  I love the green though.  I also got a 1 1/4" curling iron that releases mist, oooh.  And then like lip gloss and hair heat protection and stuff.  Yay.  I want to get a new hair dryer and straightener too.  But whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I must find a job.  So I can buy a really cool Beetle.  And move into the apartment down the street.  That would be suh-weet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-4754868067356801634?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4754868067356801634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=4754868067356801634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4754868067356801634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4754868067356801634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-out-of-three-aint-bad.html' title='Two Out Of Three Ain&apos;t Bad'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-2533104794963426456</id><published>2008-06-05T01:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T01:59:32.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm actually kind of sleepy, even though it's only like 2 AM though.  Busy busy day.  But let's talk about TUESDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was driving down Hollywood Blvd. on my way home from my drum lesson and traffic was so much worse than usual.  So finally I get up to where the issue is...in the right lane there's this big bit of scaffolding, and in front of it there are a couple cops and a group of scantily clad women.  Across the street on the sidewalk, a ton of people are standing and staring.  I was looking at the girls and I thought to myself "Is it?  Nah, it couldn't be."  BUT IT WAS.  There, right in front of my car were the Pussycat Dolls.  I totally could have hit the gas and taken them all out.  So I had to merge into the left lane and continue along...but when I started moving their new song (When I Grow Up or whatever it's called) started playing and they started to climb the scaffolding.  But I didn't get to see much more of anything as a cop was directing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So yeah.  Thought I'd share my interesting celebrity "run-in" =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-2533104794963426456?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2533104794963426456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=2533104794963426456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2533104794963426456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2533104794963426456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/06/amy.html' title='Amy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-427313904627828369</id><published>2008-06-02T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T03:37:53.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamweaver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TODAY WAS OFFICIALLY THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.  LIKE, EVER.  Besides meeting Johnny Depp and Alice Cooper and all those other people.  And playing Light My Fire with Robbie Krieger.  Okay, basically the best day in my life where I did absolutely nothing worthwhile and my day was still absolutely amazing and awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So like I mentioned, today I did nothing worthwhile.  I woke up at 2, watched some episodes of True Life I had on TiVo, organized some stuff in my garden area, and did like a billion math problems.  And took a walk.  BUT THEN...after I finished my math homework I went to watch the MTV Movie Awards because by that time TiVo had finished taping them.  So I'm watching and of course Mike Myers is fun and stuff and it's pretty good for an awards show.  AND THEN IT GOT AMAZING.  I was fast-forwarding through the commercials and when I hit play I saw it...the wonderful cable access logo...and I heard a voice say "You're watching cable access, Aurora, Illinois." or whatever that dude says.  AND WAYNE AND GARTH SHOW UP ON MY FREAKING TV SCREEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, if you didn't already know, I LOVE WAYNE'S WORLD!  It is my absolute favorite movie, it has been for years, and I know practically every line in the whole movie.  I quote from it all of the time.  Same goes for the sequel, I love that one too!  And I was just so ecstatic to see Mike Myers and Dana Carvey doing a completely new skit.  Wayne's World 2 came out in 1994 and they haven't really used those characters since (that I know of).  That and I heard that after that movie they didn't really get along.  So that movie came out when I was like 3 years old and then there was nothing for 14 years and now this.  It's sad how absolutely happy I am.  They were joking and funny and the audience seemed to love it and at the end THEY HUGGED EACH OTHER!  Does this mean that the "feud" is over?  IS THERE HOPE FOR A THIRD WAYNE'S WORLD!?  I really think that people would go see it.  I've read a few ideas people have come up with for a third movie and I just think it would be so much fun.  I seriously think if they made a third movie I would cry from happiness, and I have never cried because I was happy in my entire life.  AHHHHH.  So yeah I just loved that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To add to the awesomeness of my evening, Johnny Depp won two awards.  HE IS SO ADORABLE!  I'M USING CAPS WAY TOO MUCH IN THIS POST BUT I DON'T REALLY CARE!  But yeah.  He looked all cute and shy and everything both times he came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So...yeah.  I still have like the last half-hour that I haven't watched but I'll get around to it tomorrow probably.  Besides, I'm never ever deleting that program hahaha.  In other news, after that excitement I watched Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band which I've been wanting to see for at least like 2 years and I finally got it at Virgin for $10.  It was really good, I liked it a lot!  In my opinion it was sooooo much better than Across The Universe.  That movie bored the hell out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now it's 3:30 AM and I'm seriously considering starting War Games.  So long for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YAY!  I LOVE WAYNE, GARTH, MIKE, DANA, AND FREAKING MTV FOR GIVING ME THIS ABSOLUTE JOY IN MY LIFE!  Ahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Edit:  I just realized a bit of irony in the whole situation too, because like last December I bought the Wayne's World soundtrack on LP off of eBay and hadn't listened to it yet, but while I was doing my homework today I popped it in for the first time.  How cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-427313904627828369?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/427313904627828369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=427313904627828369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/427313904627828369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/427313904627828369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/06/dreamweaver.html' title='Dreamweaver'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-5711976329573916310</id><published>2008-06-01T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T04:42:55.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bat Out Of Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have had songs from Meat Loaf's Bat Out Of Hell album stuck in my head for like 2 days.  It's starting to drive me a little nuts.  In other news, today I participated in the Hollywood Freeze, and it was fun but it could have used more participants.  Then I went shopping, OMG yay.  Bought some sparkly rainbow suspenders, a Super Mario Bros. 3 t-shirt, a Charlie goes to Candy Mountain t-shirt, clip in magenta hair extensions, a purse, the Walk Hard soundtrack, some movie called Rock 'N' Roll High School, and the Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band movie.  So that was good.  I also played entirely too much online multiplayer GTA 4 as I have been doing lately.  Gah, I'm addicted =[  Hmmm and I watched so much wonderful TV today...True Life: I'm Addicted To Oxycontin, Reefer Madness, Living Lohan, and Best Week Ever.  I am so awesome.  I really want to watch War Games too because I bought that and haven't watched it yet but I've been craving it.  I keep forgetting to watch it until it's like 3 AM and I'm exhausted though.  Poo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow I get to do 2 entire chapters of math homework...or maybe one tomorrow and one Monday.  Actually that sounds much better so we'll go with that.  Hmmm...other than that, I have another show coming up on the 13th, the Best Of Season show.  So that's exciting!  And I really need to clean my room.  Urgh.  G'nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-5711976329573916310?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5711976329573916310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=5711976329573916310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/5711976329573916310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/5711976329573916310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/06/bat-out-of-hell.html' title='Bat Out Of Hell'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-3281457301594699492</id><published>2008-05-17T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:39:31.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the show went pretty well! There was a problem with Paradise City and I was all upset but it wasn't my fault so I'm over it =] Then another show tomorrow which might have something extra exciting happen but I really have no clue as of yet. Sooo yep. I should get to sleep, gotta be up in 8 hours. But DUDE I must have these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juicycouture.com/products/mn/JC-1L1Q_mn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.juicycouture.com/products/mn/JC-1L1Q_mn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juicycouture.com/products/an/JC-1L1Q_an.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.juicycouture.com/products/an/JC-1L1Q_an.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alrighty, off to sleep. So long for now!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-3281457301594699492?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3281457301594699492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=3281457301594699492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/3281457301594699492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/3281457301594699492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/05/paradise-city.html' title='Paradise City'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-2690751117748150990</id><published>2008-05-08T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T03:28:43.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude Looks Like A Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm seriously starting to have trouble coming up with song titles relating to my posts...because if you haven't noticed every blog title is a song title because I'm awesome like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;SPEAKING OF AWESOME...last Friday and Saturday I played shows.  Both were tributes to The Doors.  So anyways, Saturday I'm at the venue hanging out backstage before showtime.  About two minutes before the show is supposed to start, the show director comes backstage and informs us that Robby Krieger (who is the guitarist from The Doors) is in the audience.  So's Arthur Barrows, who played bass with Frank Zappa for a while.  But anyways, I was informed that Mr. Krieger would be PLAYING GUITAR on Light My Fire...which is a song I was on!  So there I am, pounding on the drums, trying not to mess up because I'm basically onstage with a legend.  Playing a song that he helped write and make famous.  Holy.  Crap.  So that was pretty much one of the most awesome days of my life.  There's footage of us playing Light My Fire on my YouTube account if any of the non-existent people who read this would like to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hmm...in other news...life's pretty boring but it's going well.  Have to pick up my car from the shop tomorrow.  I had my brakes adjusted, my oil changed, and my air conditioning fixed (THANK GOD).  Then I have my drum lesson in the evening and I think I'm going to stay for extra practice for the Guns 'N' Roses vs. Motley Crue show.  Then Friiiiiday, I'm going to my grandma's house in the afternoon.  I'm gonna look through the stuff she plans on selling at the garage sale she's having to see if I want any of it.  I'm sleeping there and then Saturday morning I'm helping with the sale.  Then I have to leave at 1 to get back here by 2 so my parents and I can be in Hollywood by 3 for my G'N'R rehearsal.  Then after that we're going over to The Grove to see my friend Jonathan perform...yay!  He's so awesome, I'm excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So...yup.  Life's been treating me well.  Good but busy weekend.  Monday I did homework so that was a little stressful.  Then Tuesday I went into school in the morning and then I've just sorta been chilling since then.  Watching TV, sleeping late, and today I played Sims 2 for a while which I haven't done in ages!  I freaking love that game.  Oh, I also got new cables for my Super Nintendo so I've been playing a lot of my awesome old school games.  I went through my favorite game EVER, Porky Pig's Haunted Holiday, in a couple of hours.  Then I worked on Goof Troop for a while and got to the very last boss stage where I died but oh well, close enough.  Then I played some other games but yeah...I need to play some newer games too...Super Mario Galaxy, Super Smash Bros. Brawl, Rock Band, The Godfather, Bully, DDR, Guitar Hero...hmph.  I want to get GTA4 too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gosh this blog is getting long.  I guess I'll finish up with the fact that I've been watching a lot of home movies lately and I really want to figure out how to record VHS tapes onto the computer.  Because let's face it, I was freaking adorable and footage of my cute little self must be put on YouTube.  And footage of my family being dumb.  Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Off to watch my new Grease: Rockin' Rydell Edition!  G'nite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-2690751117748150990?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2690751117748150990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=2690751117748150990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2690751117748150990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2690751117748150990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/05/dude-looks-like-lady.html' title='Dude Looks Like A Lady'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-6752887525066390263</id><published>2008-04-27T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T04:19:54.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry, Hungry Hippo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So the fruit juice diet lasted almost two days...then I caved and had 3 pieces of pizza.  But oooh well...I'm actually really hungry right now and I might have some frozen peas.  Darn Katie for getting me hooked on those oh so many years ago!  I really need to get to sleep too.  I went to sleep at 9 PM and then I woke up at like 1 and couldn't fall asleep again, but I need to be up again by 11 because at 12:15 Maggie is picking me up so I can go see her dance show...yay!  I love dance shows, they're so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In other news, I'm so excited for my shows that are coming up.  I just need to perfect the one part in the middle of Peace Frog and tighten up all the loose ends on my Doors songs because those shows are Friday and Saturday.  Then I have 2 weeks to finish perfecting Paradise City and Civil War for the Guns 'N' Roses vs. Motley Crue show.  Aaahh so nerve-wracking yet exciting!  But I just love performing.  To me, there's nothing more fun and exciting than hanging out backstage...be it for a dance show, a music show, or any other kind of show.  Backstage is just such an exciting place to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-6752887525066390263?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6752887525066390263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=6752887525066390263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/6752887525066390263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/6752887525066390263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/04/hungry-hungry-hippo.html' title='Hungry, Hungry Hippo'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-8346404813053927484</id><published>2008-04-22T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:38:59.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Are Worse Things I Could Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Started my fruit juice diet today!  I haven't broken yet, so that's good.  I'm a little hungry but I'll live, I've gotten good at denying my hunger after many a midnight craving when there's nothing in the house.  Fruit juice is so much better than that darn lemon juice crap.  It actually tastes good and doesn't make me want to puke!  So today I had a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice, and two glasses of a smoothie containing fresh kiwis, bananas, strawberries, ice...and possibly something else I've forgotten.  But it was good.  Tomorrow I might throw some veggies into the blender and mix something up with them too.  There's lots of good recipes in the book that came with the Vita-Mix.  The Vita-Mix is so awesome!  You can make soup, ice cream, smoothies, fondue...all kinds of junk.  It's amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I also went on a walk today!  I'm not sure of the exact length, I'm going to check tomorrow, but I'm guessing about 2 miles.  It was very nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In other news, there is talk of adding a cute little studio apartment complete with bathroom, kitchenette, and walk-in closet above our garage for me to live in.  That sounds pretty fun to me!  It'd be good-sized too, about 400 square feet.  I already have a fridge and a bunch of fancy china and stuff.  I guess I'd need regular plates though...but yeah I'm excited to see how this develops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I also find it odd how someone who shan't be named posted a blog about starting the lemon detox 2 days after I blogged about starting it.  Hmmm...probably coincidence though, since absolutely NO ONE reads this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-8346404813053927484?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8346404813053927484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=8346404813053927484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8346404813053927484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8346404813053927484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-are-worse-things-i-could-do.html' title='There Are Worse Things I Could Do'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-2842464209816816016</id><published>2008-04-20T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:52:36.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never On A Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So the lemonade master cleanse didn't really work out for me.  I made it halfway through the first day and then I couldn't drink that junk without gagging!  So tomorrow I'm starting on a fruit juice cleanse, drinking only freshly squeezed juices and water.  That I'm positive I'll be able to handle =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-2842464209816816016?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2842464209816816016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=2842464209816816016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2842464209816816016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2842464209816816016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/04/never-on-sunday.html' title='Never On A Sunday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-4584948523149777609</id><published>2008-04-15T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:42:57.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days</title><content type='html'>Today is day UNO of the lemonade master cleanse detox fasting thingy.  Yay!  For the next few days, I get to drink 38 ounces a day of a lovely combo of maple syrup, lemon juice, cayenne pepper, and water.  And that's it.  I can't eat anything else, but I can have lots of water and green tea.  Supposedly there are cheat foods too and I'm guessing they're your standard negative calorie foods but I'm not going to risk it quite yet.  My starting weight is 170 so we'll see how this goes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the detox is over I'm going to eat healthily and get exercising!  During the detox I'm doing a mile brisk walk daily, then afterwards I'll continue and add in some light cardio.  I'll have to ease my way back into eating again but that'll just make it easier to avoid the things that I don't need.  I'm so pumped for this, I can't wait to get into a bathingsuit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-4584948523149777609?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4584948523149777609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=4584948523149777609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4584948523149777609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/4584948523149777609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-days.html' title='Happy Days'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-8887686445487742110</id><published>2008-04-10T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T04:08:47.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoop-De-Doo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Blaaaargh.  I'm hungry.  And it's 4 AM.  And I'm lazy.  Boohoo =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm kinda sleepy and I know I should go to sleep so I think I will in a few minutes here.  I just felt like posting some nothingness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's cold in here!  But alas, I can curl up in bed whilst I write this, as I have finally gone 100% wireless!  Yipee!  No more darn 50 foot ethernet cord to drag around the house with me.  I have this here MacBook, my Wii, my PS3, and the desktop connected wirelessly.  It's quite fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What else is new you ask?  (Wow, now I'm hearing questions from nonexistent readers.)  I've been cleaning!  It's amazing!  I emptied out one whole box of junk I had sitting around and I've started putting stuff that needs to go into storage in it.  I've also got my desk 98% clean.  I rearranged a bunch of crap to optimize the space, took some stuff off, and now it's looking lovely.  The only stuff that still has to find a new home is the stuffed frog my parents gave me when I got back from Tucson, which I think will look nice on top of my bookshelf, my camera tripod, which I can just stick inside the camera bag, some pictures that I need to hang up, and the Chia Head that I got for Christmas which is still in the box because I haven't figured out the best place to set it up yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hmm...other than that...just been doing homework, drumming, and playing The Sims.  I do love that game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But I've blathered on for far too long, so alas, it is time I sleep.  Farewell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-8887686445487742110?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8887686445487742110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=8887686445487742110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8887686445487742110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8887686445487742110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/04/hoop-de-doo.html' title='Hoop-De-Doo'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-2845041289020639501</id><published>2008-04-09T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T12:45:09.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy, Joy Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;AMY HAS INTERNET ONCE AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MWAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Joy to the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-2845041289020639501?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2845041289020639501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=2845041289020639501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2845041289020639501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2845041289020639501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='Happy Happy, Joy Joy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-5381846801390507273</id><published>2008-02-29T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:54:47.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swampfox, Swampfox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was fun.  I woke up at 8 AM (for reasons I am still unsure of) and at 10 I was out of the house.  Went to get my schoolwork and got some food from 7-11 and then I was off down to ambush my godmother at work.  But she wasn't there, so then I had nothing to do.  Soooo I ended up driving around and looking at things blasting Disney songs and singing along offkey to see how many people would roll their windows up.  I got 2 people to roll 'em up, and one guy rolled his down.  Theeeen drove around some more, saw the creepy abandoned neighborhood, got some DVDs, stopped by my godmother's house but of course she wasn't there eeeeither...ooh and I went to the gay and lesbian thrift store (which you don't have to be gay or lesbian to shop there =p) and got myself 10 used records for $10!  Yay!  So I'm going to listen to those tonight.  Hmm...ohh and then I went through Compton so I stopped blasting music and locked my doors haha.  I did see some cops intervening in a gang fight and arresting people though, so that was fun.  I want to go find a good soul food place in Compton, I saw a few.  Tomorrow I have rehearsal so that's exciting.  Hmm...so now I'm going to play some more TSO and prepare for the terror that is my nephew to arrive.  God save the queen (and when I say that, I mean me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-5381846801390507273?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5381846801390507273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=5381846801390507273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/5381846801390507273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/5381846801390507273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/02/swampfox-swampfox.html' title='Swampfox, Swampfox'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-2498583201851428728</id><published>2008-02-27T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T03:53:57.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eenie Meenie Miney Moe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So it's almost 4 AM and therefore almost time to hit the hay. I've been sleepy but not quite tired enough to actually go to sleep, so I think I'll read a lovely coffee table book about Hawaii in the 1950's before I go to bed. I can't believe I got it for Christmas and I haven't started it yet! I've been excited about it. Hmm...so today I didn't go in to my meeting with my teacher because I feel like I'm coming down with something and I've also mysteriously pulled something in my right leg so I can't walk much. I spent most of today sleeping and then I watched some TV, played some Sims Online (Yay! It's free now!), and then had a 90's flashback while watching old little kids sing-a-long tapes with my nephew. And then later I played some Rock Band with my brother. So...yup. Tomorrow I've gotta practice my drums, because Thursday I have my lesson and rehearsal for the Doors show and I might go see my godfather's studio. Friday I think my mom and I are going to ambush my godmother at work (I guess it's just godparents week!) aaand then Saturday I have my first rehearsal for the Guns 'N' Roses/Motley Crue show. Exciting exciting. Sunday I'll just be lazy as usual I guess. Actually, I want to hang out with one of my friends. I'll have to find someone who's not busy and drag them to see Be Kind, Rewind with me. And then Monday I get to do homework because Tuesday I meet with my teacher again! Whew. Which reminds me, I have to go and pick up my worksheets. Ugh. I'm going to go and read now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wonder why I continue to write in this when I know no one but my mother reads it. And even she forgot about it for 2 months. How sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-2498583201851428728?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2498583201851428728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=2498583201851428728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2498583201851428728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2498583201851428728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/02/eenie-meenie-minie-moe.html' title='Eenie Meenie Miney Moe'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-6513472107512480698</id><published>2008-02-21T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T04:10:14.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burger Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Pizza Hut, the Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken and the Pizza Hut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm...is it abnormal for me to be "living" off of my bed?  I mean, it's king sized, so I just keep everything I use a lot up here to one side...I've got my laptop, books and magazines, remotes, Wii controller, crackers, a scrapbooking kit, a Chia pet (don't really know why), clean clothes, coloring books, face wipes...seriously, I need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In other news, today is my birthday.  At 10 minutes until 4 this afternoon, I will nolonger be "sweet 16" =[  But I did get some fun gifts!  My mom got a PlayStation 3 that's not just for me but for eeeeverybody so we can watch BluRay DVDs on our nice HDTV that hasn't really served it's purpose yet.  Then I got Rock Band (woohoo, finally!), some t-shirts, a very 90's Donald/Daisy Duck bag that I love, makeup, the world's coziest sweater, earrings...uuuuhm...yeah and I think some other stuff that I've forgotten.  OH!  I got some stuff for my drums: brushes (score), a tractor seat stool (soooo comfy), and a splash cymbal =D  Yay!  Oh and like $80.  Plus I'll [hopefully] be going to Arizona for a weekend to visit my best friend!  Yay!  And that replaces the trip to San Francisco I was supposed to take this weekend to go to the YouTube party, which replaced a birthday party.  So I'm good.  Now I'm gonna finish watching Charlie &amp;amp; The Chocolate Factory, yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-6513472107512480698?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/6513472107512480698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=6513472107512480698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/6513472107512480698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/6513472107512480698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/02/burger-dance.html' title='Burger Dance'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-2427842135965683502</id><published>2008-02-06T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T02:30:21.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think</title><content type='html'>So I have this thought.  Basically, I need motivation to lose weight.  I just tried on all of the jeans in my closet and sadly the majority of them no longer fit.  I don't really know why I'm gaining weight, but my butt, thighs, and I'm pretty sure my upper arms are holding on to fat for dear life.  I'm eating the same, if not better, than I used to, and exercising the same amount (which is none), yet I've gone up a couple pant sizes.  I'm leaning towards putting the blame on stress.  And definitely heredity.  But anyways, I want to take a nice hour-long power walk every day because sources say it works and it's pretty easy.  But I need this motivation.  So my thought...maybe I'll chart my progress through YouTube!  Since I don't really care if people know how fat I am (I've already started losing weight, and am now at 165 from 168) I figure posting videos about my weight-loss "journey" will give me some sort of motivation, aside from fitting into my beloved clothes again.  So...yeah.  Let's see if I can get off of my lazy ass tomorrow and go to the Y for a nice hour on the treadmill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-2427842135965683502?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/2427842135965683502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=2427842135965683502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2427842135965683502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/2427842135965683502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/02/think.html' title='Think'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-8747672054194017070</id><published>2008-01-28T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T04:28:57.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brady Bunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yay for extremely late (or early) postings!  Now I'll bore whoever stumbles upon this with details on my day.  Today was pretty good, it rained quite hard most of the day and it's still coming down pretty hard now.  I played this awesomely awesome game on Miniclips called Youda Camper which was so awesome I had to get my mom to buy the full version.  Then I made copies of the flier for the AC/DC show and dropped some off at my friends' houses.  I watched some Ocean Force: Huntington Beach, which is quite fun, and a little MAD TV.  Then I watched America's Funniest Home Videos and My Fair Brady: Maybe Baby (I swear, Adrienne Curry is psychotic.)  I also was super duper excited to discover that they show Johnny Bravo on Boomerang!  I used to love that cartoon.  Hmm...then I went to get some groceries and took a shower...played some Elevator Action on the Wii...organized all of the mail I've been receiving from colleges...put on my awesome new bedsheets...and now I'm doing some homework so I don't have to do it all tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've also discovered something quite interesting (to me, at least).  If I go to sleep at midnight, I will sleep until 11 or 12, which would be 11 or 12 hours of sleep.  If I go to sleep at 7 AM, however, I will wake up at 2 or 3 PM, which would be 7 or 8 hours of sleep.  So by going to sleep at 7 AM I am actually more productive because I seem to require less sleep that way.  I guess I just hate mornings so much that my body refuses to get up!  So yeah, now my life revolves around me going to bed at 7 AM and getting up at 2 or 3.  It works for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Back to homework since I have to go to bed in 2 1/2 hours, ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-8747672054194017070?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/8747672054194017070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=8747672054194017070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8747672054194017070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/8747672054194017070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/01/brady-bunch.html' title='The Brady Bunch'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-3111415276354151727</id><published>2008-01-25T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T03:20:02.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot To Thrill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blackfilm.com/i3/movies/dvdreleases/commando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh man.  I have to have that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-3111415276354151727?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/3111415276354151727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=3111415276354151727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/3111415276354151727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/3111415276354151727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/01/shoot-to-thrill.html' title='Shoot To Thrill'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-170922259578623786</id><published>2008-01-25T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:58:39.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, it's raining again,&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, my love's at an end.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, it's raining again,&lt;br /&gt;And you know it's hard to pretend.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, it's raining again,&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I'm losing a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, it's raining again,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, will my heart never mend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're old enough some people say,&lt;br /&gt;To read the signs and walk away,&lt;br /&gt;It's only time that heals the pain,&lt;br /&gt;And makes the sun come out again.&lt;br /&gt;It's raining again,&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, my love's at an end.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, it's raining again,&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I'm losing a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;La, la, la... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon you little fighter,&lt;br /&gt;No need to get uptighter.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon you little fighter,&lt;br /&gt;And get back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining again,&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, my love's at an end.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, it's raining again,&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I'm losing a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon you little fighter,&lt;br /&gt;No need to get uptighter.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon you little fighter,&lt;br /&gt;And get back up again.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, get back up again.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, fill your heart again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's raining, it's pouring,)&lt;br /&gt;(The old man is snoring.)&lt;br /&gt;(He went to bed and bumped his head,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(And he couldn't get up in the morning.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Supertramp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aaaaanyways, it is raining.  That makes me happy, I love rain =D  There was thunder and lightning earlier too!  Ahhh so exciting!  Hmm...sooo tomorrow (erm, today) I might go to see and episode of Beauty And The Geek be filmed.  Otherwise it's homework, drumming, TV, and video games, which is pretty nice when it's raining.  Well, all except the homework part.  I have a chapter of history, 2 chapters of science, a chapter of English, and an essay to write.  Yippee.  Hmm...I was playing Super Mario Galaxy but one of the levels in the Trial Galaxy was really pissing me off so I gave up for the night.  Ooooh and I had band rehearsal tonight...I'm getting so excited!  We have fliers printed up for the show and there are only 2 rehearsals left before it, ahhh!  I'm kinda nervous because it'll be my first show with me playing the drums but I'm feeling very confident.  The director says I'm doing great and today the best drummer at the school gave me the thumbs-up, haha.  That's a pretty good compliment in my opinion.  But yeah...AC/DC is pretty sweet...here's to Girl's Got Rhythm and Sin City, my songs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This blog was very random and boring.  I apologize, nonexistent readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-170922259578623786?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/170922259578623786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=170922259578623786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/170922259578623786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/170922259578623786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-raining-again.html' title='It&apos;s Raining Again'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-4556058922049396387</id><published>2008-01-23T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:34:14.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare the transit beam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Woo!  I got my firewire cord for my camera!  So I've been busy transferring my footage.  I plan on making my Hollywood As One video tonight and uploading it before no one cares anymore haha.  Other than thaaaat...homework...reading Everybody Hurts (hilarious)...getting ready for the AC/DC show which is crawling closer ahhh!  And watching the final season of The Brady Bunch...I also started Quantum Leap so I think I'll watch the first season of that next.  I have no idea why I love that show so much, but I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Time to edit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-4556058922049396387?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/4556058922049396387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=4556058922049396387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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on the slab...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No posts for a week (or so)!  My apologies to all of you faithful, nonexistent readers.  I've been running all over the Southern California area doing all sorts of fun things.  Hmm...so last we spoke I had gone to the roller derby, I believe (and I'm too lazy to check).  So...Wednesday I found out that my dad had finally actually gotten little old me a NAMM badge!  Woo-hoo!  So Thursday I got up super duper early (yes, 8 is ultra uber super early to me) and headed down to good old Anaheim.  I spent the entire day there and it was awesome...so many cool things to see and it's so BIG!  I was exhausted by the time the day was over.  Friday I slept in a little and didn't wake up until 11, and since I got there so late parking was full.  I had to park in the freaking Downtown Disney lot and hoof it all the way to the convention center.  It had to have been at least a mile and the sun was out so I wasn't happy.  But then I got there and got some video of Slash so that was cool.  Saturday I got up at 10 and headed out to Hollywood for the second annual As One YouTube gathering.  That was so much fun!  It was awesome to meet all of my fellow YouTubers.  After that I headed out to Anaheim again which was the drive from HELL because the freeways were backed up so I had to take surface streets so it took me like an hour and a half to get there.  Luckily I had the GPS thingy so I wasn't completely lost.  I ended up getting down there too late to go into the actual show but I ate at Coco's and then saw some of my fellow School Of Rock-ers at a show at the Marriott.  Then Sunday, I was planning on getting up and heading down and spending the entire day there but I was so exhausted I slept until 1 and then just headed down for a couple of hours.  All-in-all, it was a great four days and hopefully I'll get to go back again some year.  I got some neat stuff too, like a teeny tiny working harmonica, some custom fit earplugs which I am expecting in the mail, an awesome portable practice pad, and four new sets of drumsticks with cool patterns on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now that I've bored you with my life, I'm going to watch an episode or two of the Brady Bunch and then get some sleep, as I have to do ALL of my homework tomorrow since I've been so busy and I have to go get a freaking cable to connect my video camera to my computer because I have discovered that the USB cable is only for transferring still images.  What a pain in the ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, and if you have absolutely no idea what NAMM is, like most people, click on the title of this entry and you'll get the short and sorta boring Wikipedia definition since I'm too lazy to explain it.  But let me tell you, it is insanely awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-237832347590652671?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NAMM' title='Come up to the lab, and see what&apos;s on the slab...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/237832347590652671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=237832347590652671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/237832347590652671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/237832347590652671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/01/come-up-to-lab-and-see-whats-on-slab.html' title='Come up to the lab, and see what&apos;s on the slab...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-5124577431440576190</id><published>2008-01-12T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T04:04:30.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling, Rolling, Rolling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/R4nN_BT0XhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Y1iBZYAKTC0/s1600-h/DSCI0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/R4nN_BT0XhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Y1iBZYAKTC0/s320/DSCI0107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154877731069255186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just returned from my first roller derby, and let me say I am HOOKED.  Watching people being flung around onto concrete floors and into chairs is very entertaining!  This game was between the world-famous T-Birds and the Renegades (who are so important that when I asked the referee where they were from he had no idea).  My favorite team member was Opie Simpson, number 9 for the T-Birds, because he did handstands and wore a bandana, haha.  I even got a picture with him (above)!  The T-Birds lost by one point, 74 to 75 =(  I plan on going back next month though.  There's a game next weekend too but I'll be at the YouTube meet-up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, it's back to listening to the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack and reading Everybody Hurts (which is hilarious).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh, and if you click on the title of this post you can see the T-Birds' website!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-5124577431440576190?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lathunderbirds.com' title='Rolling, Rolling, Rolling'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/5124577431440576190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=5124577431440576190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/5124577431440576190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/5124577431440576190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/01/rolling-rolling-rolling.html' title='Rolling, Rolling, Rolling'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/R4nN_BT0XhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Y1iBZYAKTC0/s72-c/DSCI0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-7099028986372946297</id><published>2008-01-10T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T00:10:09.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookin' Out For #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wow.  It's sad how many T.V. shows I watch...seriously.  I have so many box sets I haven't even cracked open yet!  Here's everything that I have to watch (off the top of my head):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Brady Bunch - season 4 (half finished!) and season 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Full House - season 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air - season 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Gilmore Girls - season 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Strong Medicine - season 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Animaniacs - season 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quantum Leap - season 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tru Calling - season 1 (half finished!) and season 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Monk - season 3 (half finished!) and season 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Golden Girls - season 1 (almost done!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1 D.V.D. of Burns &amp;amp; Allen episodes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1 D.V.D. of Make Room For Daddy episodes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1 D.V.D. of really old cartoons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2 D.V.D.s of Bobby's World episodes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a 5 D.V.D. series about the mafia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;all that, plus all of these books to read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Desilu: The Story Of Lucille Ball &amp;amp; Desi Arnaz (little over half done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Meet The Mertzes: The Stories Of Vivan Vance &amp;amp; William Frawley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Trixie Belden 13 (half done), 14, &amp;amp; 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Skinny Bitch (half done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Teen Fitness (almost half done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Angus, Thongs, And Full Frontal Snogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hawaii In The 50's (started)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Catcher In The Rye (started, may never finish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Crucible (started, 95% guarantee I'll never finish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There's A (Slight) Chance I Might Be Going To Hell (started)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Deaf Like Me (half done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chicken Soup For The Christian Soul (even though I'm not really Christian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chicken Soup For The Soul At Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm sure there's more somewhere...I'm drowning in useless things to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-7099028986372946297?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7099028986372946297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=7099028986372946297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7099028986372946297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7099028986372946297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/01/lookin-out-for-1.html' title='Lookin&apos; Out For #1'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-7554500484245734406</id><published>2008-01-09T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T04:03:16.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helter Skelter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Greetings.  Today's post is brought to you by the Special K diet, because I have completed my first official day on it.  Yay!  It ain't half bad, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm...haven't posted recently due to my best friend being in town from Arizona and me being out and about with her on a daily basis having a good time.  Ahh...good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;New video up soon?  Maybe?  Hopefully?  Maybe I'll just be lazy and put up a video of me and Keri and Christina playing Imaginiff.  We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Urgh.  And this year the YouTube gathering is on the Saturday that's the same weekend as the NAMM show!  Oh well, I bet my dad forgot to get passes anyway.  I think I'll call him Rocky from now on, "So named for the rocks in his head!"  Anyone who figures out what movie that's from gets a cookie and a big hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And finally, here's a quote from another favorite movie that I've mangled into something else.  Bonus points if you figure out where this one originated from, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;A Dream Sequence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Amy: Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Lucy: I'm lucille ball.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Amy: Cool!  Who's she?  *Points at the naked Indian.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Lucy: A weird naked Indian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Amy: Cool.  Why have you brought me here?      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Lucy: To help you find some answers, Amy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Amy: Answers to what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Lucy: Ask me a question.             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Amy: Okay, two trains are traveling at 100 miles per hour, one from Chicago, one from Los Angeles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Lucy: No, ask me a question about your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Amy: What am I supposed to do with my life?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Lucy: You should open a theater in West Hollywood, Amy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Amy: How will I get the customers to come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Lucy: If you show movies, they will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Amy: But I don't know how to run a theater!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Lucy: You must go to Arizona and find a woman named Keri, she was the greatest friend that ever lived.  She was with me in the good times and the bad.  She will help you.  Any more questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Amy: Yes, will I ever get the box of purses I ordered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Lucy: The seller was a lazy jackass.  It will arrive as soon as you open a paypal dispute along with a sample of perfume and a box of pads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Amy: How do I get back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Lucy: Follow the weird naked indian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Amy: Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Courier"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;End Dream Sequence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-7554500484245734406?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/feeds/7554500484245734406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7454740587215048556&amp;postID=7554500484245734406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7554500484245734406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454740587215048556/posts/default/7554500484245734406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2008/01/helter-skelter.html' title='Helter Skelter'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-6309869532591716548</id><published>2007-12-28T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T15:49:31.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's Just A Future Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Days like today are so much fun.  I mean, who wouldn't love spending the entire day in your room, leaving only to feed the guinea pig you're babysitting and to use the bathroom, and when leaving covering your nose and mouth and opening doors with bits of tissue so as not to become infected.  Also, fasting so that in case you are attacked by the evil germs, not much can come of it.  Oh joy of joys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh well, at least I got some more time in on Super Mario Galaxy, which is actually a lot more fun than I expected it to be.  Now I'm going to read some more of Desilu and try to pretend I'm not starving.  Maybe later I'll sit and watch my iDog dance.  Hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Click on the title of this entry for a fun article about how no one will ever have to sleep again.  Ever.  I swear.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com/2007/12/tomorrows-just-future-yesterday.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s Just A Future Yesterday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099679937786717744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-7233596717240312985</id><published>2007-12-26T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T01:49:56.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Other Countries Have Inferior Potassium</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the words of Borat, Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were "great success."  Although the little brainmuncher was sending me into convulsions as he threw numerous temper tantrums, smeared random foods onto his hands and tried to grab my new dress, and made me generally claustrophobic, everything after the feast went smoothly.  Everyone seemed to enjoy their gifts, and I know I did...new digital camera, robe and slippers, lighted makeup mirror, and numerous other goodies.  Then I went grudgingly off to midnight mass, which was slightly more tolerable than expected as I saw many people I knew.  I fell into my bed and snoozed for 6 hours before waking, seeing off the nephew, and then proceeding to wait impatiently while people made coffee and took their sweet time before I was allowed to pass out the Christmas Morning presents.  Everyone had fun and got good stuff, and I quite enjoyed my numerous DVDS (Brady Bunch, Quantum Leap, Fresh Prince, Full House, OK Go music videos), a new video camera, CDs (Blues Brothers soundtrack, Lawrence Welk Polkas, Barry Manilow CD/DVD set), board games, maaany books (2 I Love Lucy books, Hawaii in the 50's, 2 novels, etc.) and a lot of other stuff.  Like clothes.  I love clothes.  No underwear this year, though, so that's comforting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now that I have a new camera I have no excuses for not making new videos, although no one really cares if I do or don't because no one watches them.  Then again, no one reads this either.  If on the small chance you do read this, I aplogize for how incredibly boring and self-centered this blog is, but I get great satisfaction from gloating about my wonderful Christmas gifts.  Be glad I restrained from writing a complete itemized list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454740587215048556-7233596717240312985?l=dirtychopsticks.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/SEes7yvOyNI/AAAAAAAAABE/s4bwllJGyTw/S220/Photo+641.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454740587215048556.post-289518216278621763</id><published>2007-12-24T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:20:05.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane In The Membrane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Welcome to the Wonderful World of Amy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come on in, sit down, and I'll tell you a little story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once upon a time, Amy was sitting around on Christmas Eve, blogging while she waited for her insane family to arrive for dinner.  Not "Holy crap, she's chasing squirrels with a pair of kitchen scissors while singing Cotton-Eyed Joe!" insane, but the good kind that makes life interesting, like "Hey, look, Grandma's lifting her skirt again."  Because stuff like that happened in Amy's family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amy's crazy family consisted of Amy, the princess of crazy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147654223142608370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uMor1a-0ozo/R3AkPhT0XfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/T2MW6AZK2P4/s320/Photo+253.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amy's mom, the queen of insanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amy's dad, a giant cartoon character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amy's grandma, who invented crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amy's brother, who was crazy even though he didn't want to admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And Amy's nephew, the crazy toddler who ate brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, anyways, Amy was waiting around for this group of nuthouse rejects to show up so she could chow down.  It was an annual tradition, you know.  Every year, since before her mother was born (and thusly before dinosaurs roamed the Earth), the entire clan would have a nice Swedish feast on Christmas Eve, with more kinds of bread than you could shake a breadstick at.  After everyone had been sufficiently stuffed with cheap Swedish caviar and rotten fish, the dishes were washed in the traditional way, since apparently automatic dishwashers are illegal in Sweden.  Then, everyone would gather around the Christmas shrub, which had been set on a table to look larger, while one male member of the family (different every year) ran out to "get batteries," and conveniently miss the visit from Santa Claus, who always seems to be wearing the same brand of cologne as the missing relative.  Then, the child slave labor ensued, as the tots were forced to dole out the presents to their respective receivers while they ate rice pudding and sipped Swedish coffee.  After the slave labor, the children were tortured, as everyone took turns unwrapping their presents while the children peeled the skin off of their arms in eager anticipation, waiting to unwrap their next gift (which is, if they're lucky, a 10-pack of underwear, which grandma only seemed to give when brother's girlfriend was visiting).  After visits from friends and neighbors, the children were then dragged off to midnight mass, so they could endure infinite choruses of Feliz Navidad and snore through the sermon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All in all, our story is coming to a close.  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