<?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-5606336</id><updated>2011-10-20T13:40:57.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"She's got a certain charm...</title><subtitle type='html'>...a certain joie de vivre."
truly a comment every performer wants to hear. and with the way my life has been going, i could use some more compliments like that :) i could probably write a book and sell it to other unfortunate souls like me. the short story? i'm a music major in college and i'm dating a fellow music major and i live with a roommate i never see. yay.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107316907033744672</id><published>2004-01-03T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T17:32:19.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why am i so neurotic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107316907033744672?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107316907033744672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107316907033744672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107316907033744672' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107300938137809264</id><published>2004-01-01T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T21:10:49.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to jessi's last night for new years :) it was great seeing her. it was just susan and jessi and i and we stayed up late and talked and watched movies (we watched 28 days later and how to deal) and then we toasted the new year ("here's to not fucking up!!") and watched law and order SVU for a bit, then went to bed. at 5 am. lol it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got home around noon, showered, and slept until 6. then my parents and i watched monk because there's a monk marathon on :) yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss tom and he's not answering his phone lol he's probably sleeping or his phone's broken again *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses to tom*&lt;br /&gt;*hugs to the alphasigs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cristina~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107300938137809264?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107300938137809264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107300938137809264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107300938137809264' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107276806456746151</id><published>2003-12-30T02:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T02:08:49.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm kind of worried about tom. i know his blood sugar was low earlier and he said we would talk later but he isn't answering his phone. this is the usual time we talk at night. i'm hoping he just misplaced his phone or something and that he's not sick or in the hospital or anything. maybe i worry too much. i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nothing really to say. going to burn a CD then go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~cristina~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107276806456746151?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107276806456746151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107276806456746151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107276806456746151' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107266848395321863</id><published>2003-12-28T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T22:29:07.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.emplive.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we went there :) it was awesome :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see. got up ridiculously early, went downtown, met ninang for lunch, went downtown again, came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's relaxing day before coming back home. we're stopping at school to pick up some stuff for me, and tom's going to meet me there so i can see him - even if it's only for a few minutes. damn i love that man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have a headache, i'm gonna go take some ibuprofen and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you, tom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cristina~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107266848395321863?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107266848395321863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107266848395321863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107266848395321863' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107259148013081171</id><published>2003-12-28T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T01:05:43.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to want to be a mermaid&lt;br /&gt;I like black and white photos better than color&lt;br /&gt;I try not to let people see me cry. &lt;br /&gt;I dream of marital happiness&lt;br /&gt;I fear important people in my life might forget about me.&lt;br /&gt;I am fascinated by greek mythology &lt;br /&gt;I like cheddar jack cheese&lt;br /&gt;I fear a lot of things I can't control &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chaotic Insight (Sonnet 1)* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is all of life this full of chaos, too? &lt;br /&gt;I like to think that this is just a dream &lt;br /&gt;A thought inside this jumbled mind, and you, &lt;br /&gt;A lifeguard in this homicidal stream. &lt;br /&gt;There are some times when I feel so content &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to think that I could feel this pain &lt;br /&gt;And that's when I think you are heaven-sent - &lt;br /&gt;An angel, helping me not go insane. &lt;br /&gt;But "angel" is a nickname I've procured &lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not all sweet divinity &lt;br /&gt;But just the opposite of sweet and pure &lt;br /&gt;Though I show strangest signs of purity. &lt;br /&gt;And even though I've sinned a lot before, &lt;br /&gt;I hope you still can love me evermore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107259148013081171?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107259148013081171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107259148013081171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107259148013081171' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107258982336638196</id><published>2003-12-28T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T00:38:05.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't know why, there's no sun up in the sky &lt;br /&gt;Stormy weather, since my man and I ain't together &lt;br /&gt;Keeps raining all the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is bare, gloom and misery everywhere &lt;br /&gt;Stormy weather, just can't get my poor old self together &lt;br /&gt;I'm weary all the time, the time, so weary all of the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he went away, the blues walked in and met me &lt;br /&gt;If he stays away, old rocking chair will get me &lt;br /&gt;All I do is pray, the lord above will let me walk in the sun once more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't go on, everything I had is gone &lt;br /&gt;Stormy weather, since my man and I ain't together &lt;br /&gt;Keeps raining all the time &lt;br /&gt;Keeps raining all of the time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk around heavy-hearted and sad &lt;br /&gt;Night comes around and I'm still feeling bad &lt;br /&gt;Rain pourin' down, blinding every hope I had &lt;br /&gt;This pitter andd n patter and beating, spattering driving  me mad &lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love, love, the misery will be the end of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he went away, the blues walked in and met me &lt;br /&gt;If he stays away, old rocking chair will get me &lt;br /&gt;All I do is pray, the lord above will let me &lt;br /&gt;Walk in the sun once more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't go on, everything I had is gone &lt;br /&gt;Stormy weather, since my man and I ain't together &lt;br /&gt;Keeps raining all the time, the time &lt;br /&gt;Keeps raining all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107258982336638196?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107258982336638196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107258982336638196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107258982336638196' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107258577962196971</id><published>2003-12-27T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T23:30:42.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mrminniemouse: are you saying I am welcome that I get to look at a pretty girl like you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107258577962196971?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107258577962196971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107258577962196971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107258577962196971' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107250182450406528</id><published>2003-12-27T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T00:11:26.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well since everyone else put up their lists, i guess i'll put mine up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* pajama set from Victoria's Secret (real cotton pajamas, guys, no, family did not give me lingerie lol)&lt;br /&gt;* weird shorts/camisole set that looks like it belongs on a 10 year old going to day camp&lt;br /&gt;* a nifty little book light&lt;br /&gt;* a basket of nice smelling lotions, shower gel, bubble bath, and hand sanitizer&lt;br /&gt;* a 4-CD set called "The History of Jazz"&lt;br /&gt;* a silver plated mirror, brush, and comb set&lt;br /&gt;* "The Metropolitan Opera: Stories of the Great Operas" (hardcover!)&lt;br /&gt;* cash&lt;br /&gt;* Barnes and Noble Gift Cards&lt;br /&gt;* brand new 2003 Hyundai Elantra :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like that last one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. just thinking of my love, maybe I'll call him in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you, thomas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cristina~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107250182450406528?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107250182450406528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107250182450406528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107250182450406528' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107249600999931448</id><published>2003-12-26T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T22:34:31.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's the difference between a fairy tale from the North and one from the South?&lt;br /&gt;The ones from the North start, "Once upon a time..." and the ones from the South start, "Ya'll won't believe this shit."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107249600999931448?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107249600999931448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107249600999931448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107249600999931448' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107247375485922933</id><published>2003-12-26T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T16:23:36.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We got the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;You got this room for two&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've left to do&lt;br /&gt;Discover me&lt;br /&gt;Discovering you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One mile to every inch of&lt;br /&gt;Your skin like porcelain&lt;br /&gt;One pair of candy lips and&lt;br /&gt;Your bubblegum tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want love&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it&lt;br /&gt;Swim in a deep sea&lt;br /&gt;Of blankets&lt;br /&gt;Take all your big plans&lt;br /&gt;And break 'em&lt;br /&gt;This is bound to be a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body Is a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonder (i'll use my hands)&lt;br /&gt;Your body Is a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face&lt;br /&gt;I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase&lt;br /&gt;You tell me where to go and&lt;br /&gt;Though I might leave to find it&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let your head hit the bed&lt;br /&gt;Without my hand behind it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want love?&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it&lt;br /&gt;Swim in a deep sea&lt;br /&gt;Of blankets&lt;br /&gt;Take all your big plans&lt;br /&gt;And break 'em&lt;br /&gt;This is bound to be a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body Is a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonder (i'll use my hands)&lt;br /&gt;Your body Is a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn baby&lt;br /&gt;You frustrate me&lt;br /&gt;I know you're mine all mine all mine&lt;br /&gt;But you look so good it hurts sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body Is a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonder (i'll use my hands)&lt;br /&gt;Your body Is a wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Your body is a wonderland &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107247375485922933?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107247375485922933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107247375485922933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107247375485922933' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107245523957707084</id><published>2003-12-26T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T11:15:00.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going to snoqualmie for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mom and i are going shopping, which is good - Tom's birthday is coming up! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, thomas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hugs to all my AlphaSigs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cristina~&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107241897838664830</id><published>2003-12-26T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T01:10:39.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT A CAR FOR CHRISTMAS!!! Brand new, 2003 Hyundai Elantra :D SOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY :D :D :D:D *beams*&lt;br /&gt;and the best part - my parents already took care of my insurance, inspection, tax, everything. So for now all i have to worry about is gas money, until i get a job!&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately i can't take it to DC until march (virginia state law says you can't drive for 6 months after an episode of loss of consciousness) but still - I HAVE A CAR!! IT"S MINE!!&lt;br /&gt;They put the key in a jewelry box and gave me another box with the manuals and stuff in it :-D plus a picture of my pretty ocean-blue car :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on that note, i go to chill with family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We went to Midnight Mass...which lasted forever because my grandparents insisted on being there an hour early. They had so much insense burning I thought I was going to croak. Added to this, was the Holy bread I got stuck in my throat. What a way to say Merry Christmas than choking on some Lord." ~Shannon's LJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cristina~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kisses to tom from his faerie*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107241897838664830?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107241897838664830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107241897838664830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107241897838664830' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107230763009004927</id><published>2003-12-24T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T18:14:49.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*dances around and sings* &lt;br /&gt;it's almost christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cristina~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107230763009004927?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107230763009004927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107230763009004927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107230763009004927' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107230750809990038</id><published>2003-12-24T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T18:12:47.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Santa baby, slip a &lt;strong&gt;sable &lt;/strong&gt;under the tree, for me &lt;br /&gt;I've been an awful good girl &lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, an out-of-space &lt;strong&gt;convertible &lt;/strong&gt;too, light blue &lt;br /&gt;I'll wait up for you dear &lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the fun I've missed &lt;br /&gt;Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed &lt;br /&gt;Next year I could be oh so good &lt;br /&gt;If you'd check off my Christmas list &lt;br /&gt;Boo doo bee doo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa honey, I wanna &lt;strong&gt;yacht &lt;/strong&gt;and really that's &lt;br /&gt;Not a lot &lt;br /&gt;I've been an angel all year &lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed &lt;br /&gt;To a &lt;strong&gt;platinum mine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, and fill my stocking with a &lt;strong&gt;duplex&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;checks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign your 'X' on the line &lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and trim my Christmas tree &lt;br /&gt;With some decorations bought at &lt;strong&gt;Tiffany's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do believe in you &lt;br /&gt;Let's see if you believe in me &lt;br /&gt;Boo doo bee doo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a &lt;strong&gt;ring &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean a phone &lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry down the chimney tonight &lt;br /&gt;Hurry down the chimney tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107230750809990038?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107230750809990038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107230750809990038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107230750809990038' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107229481040144668</id><published>2003-12-24T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T14:41:09.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up to Tom's voice this morning!! around 11-ish (my time) my cell phone rang and it was my baby!! :) :) :) :) happy happy happy he told me that he loves me and misses me etc etc. *BEAM* i'm happy :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm gonna go eat breakfast etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to my AlphaSigs (and eric must be inducted MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~cristina~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Driretlan is your Vampire name.&lt;br /&gt;You are a witty Vampire with a certain style that&lt;br&gt;others are drawn to.&lt;br /&gt;To use your new Vampire name and become a Vampire,&lt;br&gt;go here:&lt;br /&gt;www.life-blood.vze.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Mooncalf/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20Vampire%20name%3F%20/"&gt;What is your Vampire name? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107224459111610691?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107224459111610691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Which&lt;br&gt;means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're&lt;br&gt;the kind of chick that can hang out with your&lt;br&gt;boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't&lt;br&gt;care about presents or about going to fancy&lt;br&gt;placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy&lt;br&gt;being around your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107224422900776139?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107224422900776139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107224422900776139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107224422900776139' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107224378760114248</id><published>2003-12-24T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T00:30:46.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's see. went to the navy exchange today, finally got my exchange gift for the gift exchange. I also got envelopes so i can send my letters to Tom :) then dad and i ate at taco bell (PS I have to stop eating so much, i'm going to be so fat when i get back to school *sigh*) then we got back and hung out for a bit (i'm playing through Alice again) and then uncle danny and auntie vickie took me out shopping a bit for christmas groceries :) i got some really good food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put tom's letters in an envelope. now to find stamps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the reunion of the fun four (tom, me, david, jessica) *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW"S CHRISTMAS EVE!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love thomas patrick joseph chance clune and he loves me :)&lt;br /&gt;damn that feels good *beam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cristina~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107224378760114248?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107224378760114248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107224378760114248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107224378760114248' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107220947379352188</id><published>2003-12-23T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T14:58:51.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Devilgurl66653/quizzes/%3C%3C%3E%3E%3F%3F%3FWhat%20Kind%20Of%20Angel%20R%20You%3F%3F%3F%3C%3C%3E%3E(%20Anime%20Pics%20)/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/Devilgurl66653/1063732134_opuntitled.jpg" border="0" alt="Cute"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;???What Kind Of Angel R You???&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;( Anime Pics )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107220947379352188?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107220947379352188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107220947379352188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107220947379352188' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107220929330516132</id><published>2003-12-23T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T14:55:51.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/XxGothicRagdollxX/1060097984_night4xmas.jpg" border="0" alt="Nightmare Before Christmas"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You know so much about the nightmare before&lt;br&gt;christmas.  You must research and study it as&lt;br&gt;much as I do.  I have loved this movie since I&lt;br&gt;was a kid and studied it very hard.&lt;br&gt;Congratulations.Please Please Please vote for&lt;br&gt;my quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/XxGothicRagdollxX/quizzes/XxThe%20Best%20and%20Most%20Challenging%20Quiz%20of%20The%20Nightmare%20Before%20ChristmasxX/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;XxThe Best and Most Challenging Quiz of The Nightmare Before ChristmasxX&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107220929330516132?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107220929330516132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107220929330516132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107220929330516132' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107220897591740933</id><published>2003-12-23T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T14:50:33.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1047168577_zprotector.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x887dbac)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Protector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/The%20ULTIMATE%20personality%20test/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The ULTIMATE personality test&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107220897591740933?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107220897591740933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107220897591740933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107220897591740933' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107220874693367466</id><published>2003-12-23T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T14:46:45.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.anomalies-unlimited.com/Jackson.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only a bit scary...hell no, it's actually rather disturbing. check it out ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy and i are going to the exchange, i need to get some stuff as well as a White Elephant exchange gift. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call the cell, i'm around ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107220874693367466?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107220874693367466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107220874693367466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107220874693367466' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107220194441043552</id><published>2003-12-23T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T12:53:22.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mrminniemouse: you rock&lt;br /&gt;mrminniemouse: I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beam*&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love you, tom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107220194441043552?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107220194441043552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107220194441043552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107220194441043552' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107216002506375096</id><published>2003-12-23T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T01:14:43.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Second Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107216002506375096?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107216002506375096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107216002506375096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107216002506375096' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107215911195281638</id><published>2003-12-23T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T00:59:29.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"every time you masturbate, god kills a kitten." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named 'Bush', 'Dick', and 'Colon.' Need I say more?" &lt;br /&gt;    (Chris Rock)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107215911195281638?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107215911195281638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107215911195281638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107215911195281638' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107215045243973569</id><published>2003-12-22T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T22:35:10.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sniff* i miss tom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need cuddles and hugs and kisses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tom does it best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107215045243973569?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107215045243973569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107215045243973569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107215045243973569' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107213705790775233</id><published>2003-12-22T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T18:51:55.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got up around noonish washington time, which means it was about threeish virginia time...ate lunch then went to barnes and noble with my dad and uncle and aunt...it was cool, my dad got me a new planner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessikate: aww.. well, my dad thought he was being all sneaky when he was telling my mom what to get me for christmas.. (she's out shopping for both of us right now).. but i heard! :-) hee hee&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: lol&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: so what are you getting?&lt;br /&gt;Jessikate: a corduroy jacket that i found in hecht's that i like.. what he doesn't know is that i got the phone after him... and told her what to get him... haha!&lt;br /&gt;Jessikate: i love christmas! &lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: lol&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: that's hilarious&lt;br /&gt;Jessikate: it's great.. the holiday of sneakiness and deceit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol that's cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see...nothing else to really say. Tom apparently got a really bad haircut because the stupid haircutbitch wouldn't listen to him. *sigh* i LIKE his hair... I'm gonna miss it...i hope it grows back by the time school comes back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. call me. please! i long to hear the voices of my friends...so much that i constantly have my cell phone charged, on, and on me at all times...*sigh* how sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs and love to tom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course to the AlphaSigs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 I LOVE THOMAS &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cristina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107213705790775233?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107213705790775233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107213705790775233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107213705790775233' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107207193963717947</id><published>2003-12-22T00:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T00:46:36.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as you all can see, i'm taking a lot of quizzes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107207193963717947?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107207193963717947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107207193963717947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107207193963717947' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107207192443575326</id><published>2003-12-22T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T00:46:20.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/RACHELMRAY/1069817020_oakofstars.jpg" border="0" alt="Elagance"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Night Sky Fairy!! You Love the sky and stars. You&lt;br&gt;are mystic and beautiful. Theres something&lt;br&gt;about you elegance thet is so calming. Please&lt;br&gt;please vote for my quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/RACHELMRAY/quizzes/Which%20Beautiful%20Amy%20Brown%20Fairy%20Are%20You%3F%20%20(with%20pretty%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Beautiful Amy Brown Fairy Are You?  (with pretty pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107207192443575326?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107207192443575326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107207192443575326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107207192443575326' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107207178527063270</id><published>2003-12-22T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T00:44:01.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/donarepa/1065683581_oddessquiz.JPG" border="0" alt="godd"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Form 1, &lt;b&gt;Goddess&lt;/b&gt;: The Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And The Goddess planted the acorn of life.&lt;br&gt;She cried a single tear and shed a single drop&lt;br&gt;of blood upon the earth where she buried it.&lt;br&gt;From her blood and tear, the acorn grew into&lt;br&gt;the world."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek),&lt;br&gt;Jehova (Christian), and  Brahma (Indian).&lt;br /&gt;The Goddess is associated with the concept of&lt;br&gt;creation, the number 1, and the element of&lt;br&gt;earth.&lt;br /&gt;Her sign is the dawn sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a member of Form 1, you are a charismatic&lt;br&gt;individual and people are drawn to you.&lt;br&gt;Although sometimes you may seem emotionally&lt;br&gt;distant, you are deeply in tune with other&lt;br&gt;people's feelings and have tremendous empathy.&lt;br&gt;Sometimes you have a tendency to neglect your&lt;br&gt;own self.  Goddesses are the best friends to&lt;br&gt;have because they're always willing to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/donarepa/quizzes/Which%20Mythological%20Form%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Mythological Form Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107207178527063270?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107207178527063270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107207178527063270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107207178527063270' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107207162492410264</id><published>2003-12-22T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T00:41:21.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Meka/1058598430_PicturesEs.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x87c1e24)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Elizabeth Swann&lt;br /&gt;You are the lovely miss swann You are the governor&lt;br&gt;daughter and you are quite the adventure. You&lt;br&gt;will doing anything to save the one you truly&lt;br&gt;love life even if it means not being with them&lt;br&gt;for ever. Please vote for my quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Meka/quizzes/Which%20Pirate%20of%20the%20Caribbean's%20person%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Pirate of the Caribbean's person are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107207162492410264?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107207162492410264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107207162492410264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107207162492410264' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107207062543288325</id><published>2003-12-22T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T00:35:30.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this from Shannon, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Copy this whole list into your journal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bold the things that you have in common with me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Whatever you don't bold, replace with things about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. I love root beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02. I like to go out shopping by myself&lt;br /&gt;03. I used to want to be a mermaid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. I hate it when my hair gets in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05. I like black and white photos better than color&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. I plan on visiting Ireland sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. I highlight my hair&lt;br /&gt;08. I love Sarah Brightman&lt;br /&gt;09. I'm medicated!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. I love pizza.&lt;br /&gt;12. Performing is one of my passions&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm in love with someone&lt;br /&gt;14. I have a hard time letting go of the past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I watch documentaries on people no one has heard of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. I'm unhappy with the way I look.&lt;br /&gt;17. My best friend lives in another state&lt;br /&gt;18. I have a low tolerance for annoying people/situations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I tend to be mean to people I don't like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. I find some of my buddies' away messages amusing&lt;br /&gt;21. I realize that I must act in order to change my life, but wish everything set itself up for me&lt;br /&gt;22. I cannot understand why people don't like to read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I don't like working all the time but I HATE being forced to do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;24. I usually meet people as opposed to them meeting me.&lt;br /&gt;25. I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;26. My favorite season is Spring&lt;br /&gt;27. I am usually overly comfortable in social settings.&lt;br /&gt;28. I don't like cleaning - i can usually stand the mess but only for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. I love shoes&lt;br /&gt;30. I keep EVERYTHING. I'm a "packrat"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I try not to let people see me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. I spend far too much time on  the computer&lt;br /&gt;33. High school was a turbulent time in my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I'm finally starting to think I may know where I'm going in life.&lt;br /&gt;35. If I had the money, I'd put it towards independence and start paying bills my parents pay.&lt;br /&gt;36. I dream of marital happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. I wonder what people really think of me&lt;br /&gt;38. I live off of instant messenger&lt;br /&gt;39. "The Goonies" makes me vomit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. My friends are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. I hate people who are ignorant&lt;br /&gt;42. I like people who are a bit out of the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;43. I love being cuddled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. I want to live with my best friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I like to imagine "what if" scenarios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. I talk to myself&lt;br /&gt;47. I like dancing, even though I'm terrible at it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. I couldn't stand being around children all day, unless they were mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. I'm a confirmed Catholic&lt;br /&gt;50. I loathe shows like Entertainment Tonight and Access Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;51. I like silence at times &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. I fear important people in my life might forget about me.&lt;br /&gt;53. I have a brother that's not my brother :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. I despise math&lt;br /&gt;55. I like being alone sometimes&lt;br /&gt;56. People say I'm funny&lt;br /&gt;57. I love the smell of the rain&lt;br /&gt;58. I am fascinated by greek mythology&lt;br /&gt;59. I love clothes &lt;br /&gt;60. I'm stronger than I realize&lt;br /&gt;61. I love to swing&lt;br /&gt;62. I like drawing&lt;br /&gt;63. I have a vivid imagination&lt;br /&gt;64. I sometimes sing in the shower&lt;br /&gt;65. I have odd dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. I wish I could travel more often&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. I like plane flights, but not airports.&lt;br /&gt;68. I am 19years old &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. I'm not a good dancer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. I will have a car in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. I'm loud&lt;br /&gt;72. I love fish in a tank. But I don't like fishing&lt;br /&gt;73. I'm online a lot&lt;br /&gt;74. I question why people are in love with celebrities&lt;br /&gt;75. I hate lima beans&lt;br /&gt;76. I like flowers&lt;br /&gt;77. I LOVE '80's music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. I've never lived in the same city for more than three years.&lt;br /&gt;79. I want a real home base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. I am told I write very well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. I like cheddar jack cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. I love South Park&lt;br /&gt;83. I have had braces &lt;br /&gt;84. I think medicine is interesting&lt;br /&gt;85. I'm still indecisive about some things&lt;br /&gt;86. I am female&lt;br /&gt;87. I think wishing for world peace is silly&lt;br /&gt;88. I'm not good with compliments&lt;br /&gt;89. I don't like waking up&lt;br /&gt;90. I fear a lot of things I can't control&lt;br /&gt;91. I have pet names for people&lt;br /&gt;92. I've been to a therapist before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. I know how to play asshole, UVA style&lt;br /&gt;94. I like my hair down, but i pull it up a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. I am impatient&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. I hope I can do what I love for a living&lt;br /&gt;97. My eyes are almost black.&lt;br /&gt;98. I'm really ticklish. ridiculously so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. I'm right handed&lt;br /&gt;100. I am done with this survey now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107207062543288325?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107207062543288325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107207062543288325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107207062543288325' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107207039333335588</id><published>2003-12-22T00:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T00:20:50.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Again, from Shannon's LJ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea: (browsing through PEOPLE magazine) Look, it's Liza Manelli.&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: She beats her husband.&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea: Uh, look at him! I'd beat him too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107207039333335588?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107207039333335588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107207039333335588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107207039333335588' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107207035057117677</id><published>2003-12-22T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T00:20:07.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From Shannon's LJ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was rushing around with two drive thru's, someone came up and stood at the counter. I didn't pay attention to who it was or even look at them as I rushed back and forth. "I'll be right with you, Sir," I said. Ron began to help the customer and after I took care of both lanes, I offered to take over the counter while Ron went back to verifying. At the counter, the customer said "I told that man to tell you I'm not a 'sir'" I looked up. She wasn't a sir. I felt like a horse's ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107207035057117677?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107207035057117677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107207035057117677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107207035057117677' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107206700981787061</id><published>2003-12-21T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T23:24:26.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Meka/1070649711_Fairy10.jpg" border="0" alt="10"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Protector Fairy&lt;br /&gt;Please rate my quiz I worked really hard for this&lt;br&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Meka/quizzes/Which%20Fairy%20are%20you%3F(for%20anyone%20many%20out%20comes)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Fairy are you?(for anyone many out comes)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107206700981787061?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107206700981787061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107206700981787061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107206700981787061' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107202681636732732</id><published>2003-12-21T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T12:14:32.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's see....went to Leavenworth yesterday. It was cute. Nice little Christmas tourist town. Then we went to go see lights in the neighborhoods. Yay. Unfortunately, it was nothing compared to seeing my bryan. He's awesome, made himself the brother I never had :) which was good, because I made myself the sister he never had lol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote Tom a nice long letter last night. Now all I have to do is find an envelope to send the two I've got hanging around waiting to be sent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I told you all yet, but there is a theory (that will hopefully lead to a diagnosis) on what's wrong with me. I went to my followup appointment with my cardiologist and we went over the printed results from the heart monitor (that was an interesting couple of days...i felt like a freakin robot or something....I remember when we took the sticky electrode things off the guys thought it was hilarious...it hurt like hell lol) and discovered some things. See, they put me on that monitor because they thought that my heart rate was lower than usual. That would make sense, seeing as that would cause blackouts like the ones I've been experiencing. But when we went over the monitor results, we discovered that my heart rate is actually regularly higher than average. The average heart rate is 50-70 for someone my age. mine runs 83-90 on average. and we also discovered that when I have one of my episodes (passing out, etc) my heart rate actually goes up. We also realized that the majority of the time that I passed out, it was right after getting up or standing up or something. So my doctor thinks that i may have what's called "postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome." It basically means that I pass out because my heart rate goes up dramatically after going from a laying down or sitting position to sitting or standing. (If you really want to be diligent about learning about this, you can go to http://potsplace.com/ and click on the headings in the bar on the left under "POTS place")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That on top of my chronic eczema (stupid skin disease/dry skin/allergy issues) and my asthma, I've been a medical catastrophe this year lol - Two major ER visits (the first time in September, we all remember that, i'm sure lol) and the other one a week or so ago (the doctors gave me the wrong medicine for my sinus infection, it got worse, I couldn't breathe, I panicked, I had an asthma attack due to the panic attack, big mess lol) Not to mention coming down with the flu/sinus infection a few days before my juries (and yes, having to sing my juries with the sinus infection/flu) which of course would be right at the beginning of finals week. And having to reschedule my French exam because of that second ER visit. All this plus studying and going to class and attending those stupid mandatory recitals that we don't get any credit for (but can't graduate without), plus trying to start planning my junior recital, plus dealing with parents and friends and Tom :) (Not that any of that is bad), plus practicing and going to operas (Mme Butterfly was interesting) etc etc etc...Lord have mercy it's been a difficult semester. at least i was only taking 16 credits. I hope it doesn't get this difficult next semester; I've got to take 18 credits next semester and there's no way around it. and I really have to get down to planning my junior recital; I want it sometime in the Fall of next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. we're going on this train thing for my dad's birthday today (happy 50th, daddy!) and then to my uncle's house for a party, then lord only knows. call my cell phone if you feel like helping me keep my sanity lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to my AlphaSigs (Tom :), David, and Jessica)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you Tom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cristina~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107202681636732732?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107202681636732732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107202681636732732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107202681636732732' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107187360828303116</id><published>2003-12-19T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T17:41:02.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from  Mia's journal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yesterday my Dad helped me move all the stuff out of my dorm room. it took us about 2 hrs. it was a real workout, lol. we had to walk back &amp; forth moving stuff out of the old room and into my BRAND NEW SINGLE ROOM! :-) i'm so happy. next semester is gonna rule. i no longer have to deal with my dirty-ass, annoying room mate who enjoyed stealing shit out of my closet. WOOHOO!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, she just got pissed off that the TV was gone. BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. gotta get dressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you, tom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107187360828303116?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107187360828303116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107187360828303116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107187360828303116' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107147444688662091</id><published>2003-12-15T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T02:48:16.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*gasp* Cristina writing an actual post? As in, something not copy/pasted, no quizzie things or quotes, just an actual post?! wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been up and down lately. hormonal imbalances and whatnot i suppose. among other things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107147444688662091?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107147444688662091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107147444688662091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107147444688662091' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107111036899578756</id><published>2003-12-10T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T21:40:14.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[x]I regret - only one thing in my life, and I'd rather keep that to myself...&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wish - I was healthy&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love - my friends, my boyfriend, my dog&lt;br /&gt;[x] I miss - being taken care of, not having to deal with doctors, not having to worry about so many things&lt;br /&gt;[x] I fear - failure, spiders, that i'm not good enough, that people don't believe what i say&lt;br /&gt;[x] I want - a chance to do something amazing, the best for all my friends, to be healthy&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hear - myself sniffling from the latest in the series of illnesses that have struck me this semester&lt;br /&gt;[x] I search - with google. &lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME YOU...&lt;br /&gt;[x] smiled? when tom told me he loves me&lt;br /&gt;[x] cried? last night&lt;br /&gt;[x] bought something? couple days ago - PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN!&lt;br /&gt;[x] got hammered? last year&lt;br /&gt;[x] kissed someone? about two hours ago&lt;br /&gt;[x] talked to an ex? last night&lt;br /&gt;[x] last thing you read? my music history paper&lt;br /&gt;[x] last movie you saw on the big screen? good question...i don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;[x] last time you laughed? last night&lt;br /&gt;[x] last song you heard? my unbelievably sickness-induced, shaky voice singing the Mandoline by Faure&lt;br /&gt;[x] last thing you had to drink? water&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTS:&lt;br /&gt;[x] current clothes: favorite blue fuzzy sweater, black pants&lt;br /&gt;[x] current feeling: a bit sad, i'm not sure why, a bit guilty as well, not sure why, sick.&lt;br /&gt;[x] current taste: mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[x] current hair: unwashed and tangled, but pulled up so it looks halfway decent&lt;br /&gt;[x] current annoyance: my feet are cold.&lt;br /&gt;[x] current smell: tom's room. it has a very...unique...smell&lt;br /&gt;[x] current thing you ought to be doing: turning in said music history paper&lt;br /&gt;[x] current desktop picture: black and white picture of tom standing outside while it snowed&lt;br /&gt;[x] current book: book?&lt;br /&gt;[x] current refreshment: diet pepsi&lt;br /&gt;[x] current worry: am i going to pass all my classes?&lt;br /&gt;[x] current crush: Thomas Patrick Joseph Chance Clune&lt;br /&gt;[x] current favorite celebrity: celebrities have cooties.&lt;br /&gt;WHO/WHAT?:&lt;br /&gt;[x] who do you like: Thomas Patrick Joseph Chance Clune&lt;br /&gt;[x] who likes you: Thomas Patrick Joseph Chance Clune&lt;br /&gt;[x] what annoys you: anything when i'm in a grumpy mood or sick, which is a lot lately&lt;br /&gt;[x] what do you want to do: stop being sick and ace my finals&lt;br /&gt;[x] who is one person you never get sick of: TPJCC :)&lt;br /&gt;[x] who is one person you would marry tomorrow: again, TPJCC :)&lt;br /&gt;[x] do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?: depends on so very many factors...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;[x] what would you take if you were stuck on a desert island? sunscreen, lotion, towels, an unlimited supply of bottled water, and a house.&lt;br /&gt;[x] who would you take to that island if you had to take anyone, dead or alive? the "alpha sigs" lol&lt;br /&gt;DO / HAVE / WHAT / ETC.:&lt;br /&gt;[x] do you like water?: sure&lt;br /&gt;[x] if your house was on fire and you could only save one thing, what would you save?: my house :) (stolen from bryan, but it was a good idea!)&lt;br /&gt;[x] have you ever said 'i love you' and not meant it?: nope&lt;br /&gt;[x] what is your favorite sesame street character?: Snuffleupagus&lt;br /&gt;[x] what time is it?: 14:31&lt;br /&gt;[x] what time did you wake up this morning?: 9:00&lt;br /&gt;[x] who would you trade places with for a day?: no one.&lt;br /&gt;[x] have you ever been told you look like a celebrity?: no thank god&lt;br /&gt;[x] would you rather live in the mountains or by the ocean?: mountains&lt;br /&gt;last time you've:&lt;br /&gt;[x] gotten sick: now&lt;br /&gt;[x] eaten: oops...i knew i forgot something...&lt;br /&gt;[x] been kissed: about 2 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;[x] felt stupid: it happens so often i don't even bother to remember it&lt;br /&gt;[x] wanted to tell someone you loved them, but didn't: a looooooong time ago...actually, more like august :)&lt;br /&gt;[x] talked to someone you have a crush on: today!&lt;br /&gt;[x] had a serious talk: last night, with tom&lt;br /&gt;[x] missed someone: now&lt;br /&gt;[x] hugged someone: this morning&lt;br /&gt;[x] had a boyfriend: now&lt;br /&gt;[x] what type of automobile do you drive: i dont'&lt;br /&gt;[x] would you rather be with friends or on a date: well with my friends, because thomas is my friend :)&lt;br /&gt;[x] do you attend church: only when i'm home&lt;br /&gt;[x] do you like being around people: yes&lt;br /&gt;[x] have you ever liked someone you had no chance with?: yep&lt;br /&gt;[x] have you ever cried over the opposite sex: oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[x] have you ever lied to your best friend: nope&lt;br /&gt;[x] ever wanted to get revenge on someone because they hurt you: yes&lt;br /&gt;[x] rather have a relationship or a "hookup": relationship&lt;br /&gt;[x] want someone you don't have right now: nope&lt;br /&gt;[x] ever liked your best girl friend: if i were a lesbian, i would ;)&lt;br /&gt;[x] do you want to get married: yes&lt;br /&gt;[x] do you want kids: yes&lt;br /&gt;[x] what is your favorite part of your physical appearance: i'm supposed to like it?&lt;br /&gt;[x] are you happy with your life: for the most part, yeah&lt;br /&gt;[x] if you could change one thing in your life right now, what would it be?: my grades&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;[x] have a crush?: yep and fortunately i'm dating him!&lt;br /&gt;[x] have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: yupyupyupyupyup!!&lt;br /&gt;[x] read the newspaper?: rarely&lt;br /&gt;[x] have any gay, bisexual or lesbian friends?: of course :)&lt;br /&gt;[x] believe in miracles? i like to think i do&lt;br /&gt;[x] believe its possible to remain faithful forever? yes&lt;br /&gt;[x] believe in God? god, yes. religion, no.&lt;br /&gt;[x] have any secrets? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;[x] go to or plan to go to a university/college? yup i'm at gmu right now, and loving every second&lt;br /&gt;[x] have any piercings? my ears&lt;br /&gt;[x] have any tattoos? no permanent ones&lt;br /&gt;[x] have a best friend? a few&lt;br /&gt;[x] have any bad habits? getting easily irritable, etc etc lol so yes&lt;br /&gt;[x] care about looks? sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[x] trust others easily? no&lt;br /&gt;[x] take walks in the rain? as long as it's not too cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107111036899578756?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107111036899578756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107111036899578756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107111036899578756' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-107069324427269274</id><published>2003-12-06T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T01:48:05.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://boygasm.net/quizzes/famguy/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://boygasm.net/quizzes/famguy/stewie.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which Family Guy Character are you? Take the &lt;a href="http://boygasm.net/quizzes/famguy/" target="_blank"&gt;Quiz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-107069324427269274?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107069324427269274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/107069324427269274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107069324427269274' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106994863578451706</id><published>2003-11-27T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T10:57:47.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!! Let's see. day before yesterday was one of the best days ever :) Vinnie left for home Tuesday afternoon and Tom and I had the room to ourselves :) We were able to keep it nice and quiet (no badger badger badger lol) and turn on our Christmas lights and just cuddle :) it was so nice. And we talked a lot :D I love you, Thomas Patrick Joseph Chance Clune! *sigh* anyway. moving on. My parents picked me up last night around 10:30 ish and we drove out to manassas to my aunt's house...but my aunt's not here...lol she's in Guam with my grandparents, which is good, considering the state they're in right now. i'm having some asthma issues with this  house, though. it hasn't been vaccuumed for like, ever, or something lol there's waaaayyy too much dust and dog hair around here....it's rather gross. but i'll deal until ... i don't have to anymore lol *sigh* *cough cough* *wheeze* *sigh* anyway. i'm gonna go now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you tom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special shout outs to david, jessica, tony, eric, eric, ella, jeff, bryan, and anjoo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~cristina~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106994863578451706?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106994863578451706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106994863578451706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106994863578451706' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106904757559981160</id><published>2003-11-17T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T00:39:57.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wgryph/quizzes/What%20Finding%20Nemo%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wgryph/1054595074_ndoryframe.gif" border="0" alt="You are DORY!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Finding Nemo Character are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106904757559981160?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106904757559981160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106904757559981160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106904757559981160' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106783915023378705</id><published>2003-11-03T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T18:46:44.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am worth exactly $2,202,656.00. :)  how much are you worth? http://www.humanforsale.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106783915023378705?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106783915023378705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106783915023378705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106783915023378705' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106731927361135202</id><published>2003-10-28T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T00:34:32.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106731927361135202?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106731927361135202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106731927361135202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106731927361135202' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106723493726146155</id><published>2003-10-27T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T01:08:56.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't be an arrogant prick."&lt;br /&gt;"you ask too much of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tom?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah?...wait..don't tell me...MY DICK IS HANGING OUT?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neurology appt tomorrow, and my mom's bringing my dress for halloween. i hope she doesn't forget it. we had a kickass awful fight the other night to the point where we were screaming at each other over the phone for like an hour and a half. i swear to god, we just can't seem to get along at all. anyway. so yeah. we fought like demons, as always. and then the next time we talked we were perfectly civil to each other. WTF?! whatever. i don't get it. we've always been like that. if we had fought like that face to face it wouldn't have been like that. we would have killed each other, i swear. my temper snapped and the only thing that kept me from screaming some horribly obscene, unforgivably evil remark is the fact that tom was right there letting me take out my anger on him etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. tom is being a whiny bitch so i'm gonna go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the words of the shannon/cristina legacy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, he makes me swoon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~cristina~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106723493726146155?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106723493726146155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106723493726146155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106723493726146155' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106593030807580339</id><published>2003-10-11T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T22:45:07.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mrminniemouse: I had a fucked up dream with you in it&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: yeah?&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: tell tell&lt;br /&gt;mrminniemouse: we were in Geneva&lt;br /&gt;mrminniemouse: eating a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: wow we must have been hungry&lt;br /&gt;mrminniemouse: yeah&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: to eat a whole restaurant&lt;br /&gt;mrminniemouse: oops&lt;br /&gt;mrminniemouse: I forgot a word&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: LOL&lt;br /&gt;mrminniemouse: anyway&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: anyway&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: then what?&lt;br /&gt;mrminniemouse: so then we were confronted&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: by whom?&lt;br /&gt;mrminniemouse: my Lieutennant&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: for what?&lt;br /&gt;mrminniemouse: because I was apparently betrothed to his daughter&lt;br /&gt;mrminniemouse: and I was caught with a hot Asian chick&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: o_0&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: you think i'm hot?&lt;br /&gt;mrminniemouse: HELL YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: *blush*&lt;br /&gt;mrminniemouse: that thing about you not being hot because you are an American the other night, I was being silly&lt;br /&gt;mrminniemouse: you are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;mrminniemouse: I wish I were yours&lt;br /&gt;mrminniemouse: lucky Tom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106593030807580339?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106593030807580339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106593030807580339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106593030807580339' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106590880189065753</id><published>2003-10-11T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T16:46:41.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Megan leaves Central Park while Peter stands still and shouts at her]&lt;br /&gt;Peter: "Now wait just a minute young lady, don't you walk away from me!  He-- Hey!  Don't you start running!  Wa-wait, Meg, Meg get off that bus!  N--Don't you go to La Guardia!  Meg!  Meg, listen to me, don't you dare get on that plane!  Don't you shell out five bucks for headphones for Magnolia!  Ok, now I'm pissed...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who would shit myself laughing if Virginia Tech's school song was "The Hokie Pokie"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put your money in,&lt;br /&gt;You get a degree out!&lt;br /&gt;But all day you drank gin,&lt;br /&gt;And became a vomit spout!&lt;br /&gt;You do the Hokie Pokie and you flaunt yourself around,&lt;br /&gt;Your future's now in doubt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shamelessly stolen from matt's profile/away message)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106590880189065753?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106590880189065753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106590880189065753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106590880189065753' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106575567650904740</id><published>2003-10-09T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T22:14:36.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Chaotic Insight (Sonnet 1)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is all of life this full of chaos, too?&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that this is just a dream&lt;br /&gt;A thought inside this jumbled mind, and you,&lt;br /&gt;A lifeguard in this homicidal stream.&lt;br /&gt;There are some times when I feel so content&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to think that I could feel this pain&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I think you are heaven-sent -&lt;br /&gt;An angel, helping me not go insane.&lt;br /&gt;But "angel" is a nickname I've procured&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not all sweet divinity&lt;br /&gt;But just the opposite of sweet and pure&lt;br /&gt;Though I show strangest signs of purity.&lt;br /&gt;And even though I've sinned a lot before,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still can love me evermore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106575567650904740?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106575567650904740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106575567650904740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106575567650904740' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106574726907854428</id><published>2003-10-09T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T19:54:28.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sad and i'm not sure why...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106574726907854428?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106574726907854428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106574726907854428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106574726907854428' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106555750996599681</id><published>2003-10-07T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T15:11:49.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.readingforresults.com/rating/nc17.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;My life is rated NC-17.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A&lt;br /&gt;            HREF="http://www.readingforresults.com/rating/quiz.htm"&gt;What is your life rated?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106555750996599681?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106555750996599681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106555750996599681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106555750996599681' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106523962661605164</id><published>2003-10-03T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T22:53:46.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shh. Shut up. Don't say stuff like that, man! Big Brother is watching! You're not allowed to have an opinion about anything until the ratings go down due&lt;br /&gt;to lack of drama on the show. THEN you can throw a fit about who ate all of your Lucky Charms and who didn't screw the cap back on the toothpaste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love "reality tv" for one reason and one reason alone: a wonderful topic for this installment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose brilliant idea was it to put people in a house together and film all of the garbage that happens inside. No one cares! Parents do you realize that, as&lt;br /&gt;you sit with eyes glued to your television set waiting for Suzie from Idaho and Bubba from Missouri to just fool around already- your kids are out doing the very same things you're viewing? That, friends, is reality. Are our lives lacking so much that we must turn to the tv and, as a replacement to those unbelievably cheap situational comedies, watch people REALLY live together and "compete" for "leader" of a house? Come on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "cast" or whatever they are- are always the same. Hello America! Meet the contestants who will be living together and sharing a house FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE and craving for mind-numbing stupidity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Jose: he's from the Dominican Republic, but lives in New York in a drafty studio with his girlfriend (a dancer named Minnie) and his cat named Gordita. Jose is a street vendor who sells anything from "Rolex to Rolaids" Careful, guys, he has a tendency to be lazy and a bit tempermental! But ladies- even though he's taken...check out those CHISELED ABS!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Connie: Connie is a busty former swimsuit model from LA who loves to be tickled. When asked why she stopped modeling, the 6' blue-eyed beauty said "I&lt;br /&gt;wanted to have an adventure! So I spent 2 months in Guatemala doing mission work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Carrie: From Colorado, Carrie has already labeled herself as "the bitch" UH OH maybe we'll have some conflicts! Carrie is a fitness guru with an attitude whose favorite tv show is JUDGE JUDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on it goes, pitting young yuppies and saps against eachother, hoping that they will cause each other permanent emotional scars, and if they're lucky, a catfight. Tears, thrills, spills, and sex await the household and the viewers on our reality tv show! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just once I would love for a cast to live together in harmony. "Pleas'ing" and "thank you'ing" their ways through the ENTIRE season. That would get real old. Real fast. "I hate to vote off Sammy. But we all agreed to do this in alphabetical order. So thats the way it has to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh poor ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the families? I guarantee if there was a camera in ANY American household, it would be amusing. Especially if the family knew the camera was there. I mean, really. The Osbournes or whatever are nothing special. They're just foul-mouthed creatures who are completely screwing with the idea of family values. What would June and Ward say, I ask you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Survivor scene is old. I guess after a while no one really cared who could eat the most vile things. That's on FEAR FACTOR now, isn't it. Who wouldn't love a show where you watch a poor, helpless, scared...oh yes and WILLING contestant try to overcome a fear. The suspense kills me. Except not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay Jenny from Arkansas, do you think you can...eat this entire bowl of nutritious FRUIT?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God, please. NOOOOO!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it comes to this. Be afraid, the promise of more pondering still lingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Shamelessly stolen from an old installment of "SHANNON PONDERS" :)&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey shannon!! it's a puppy!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"um...hon? That's not a puppy...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106523962661605164?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106523962661605164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106523962661605164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106523962661605164' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106403795728359894</id><published>2003-09-20T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T01:05:57.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You know, the catholic church doesn't allow homsexuality and it also doesn't like abortions. but who has less abortions than homosexuals? they should be like, 'you should all be gay!!'" ~ tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's 2 AM and we're sitting in tom's house, etc. we're kind of tired and yet still going lol :) he's got one of those ergonomic keyboards that i hate typing on because i don't type with the right fingers SIGH at least it's not as annoying as tom's keyboard at school. anyway. david and tom and vinnie and i are here - joy. oooh oooh oooh there's a lot of stuff i want to add but unfortunately can't right now - but i will copy/paste this email that david sent me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi this is a mass email to everybody. I have been away&lt;br /&gt;for the past 2 days, as you might know I have been&lt;br /&gt;gone these past two days, and I feel that you need to&lt;br /&gt;know whats up. Yes this is very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very speicial freind here at George Mason&lt;br /&gt;University. Her name is Cristina. She is an opera&lt;br /&gt;major here at GMU and she is very pretty and just an&lt;br /&gt;overall wonderful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She has a few health problems, she often gets&lt;br /&gt;seizures and passes out. It usually happens once every&lt;br /&gt;couple of days, but she alwasy get right back up and&lt;br /&gt;out of it 30 seconds or later. Doctors have been&lt;br /&gt;baffled by this for over 2 years now, so we basically&lt;br /&gt;ignoredit and cared for her when she needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here is whats up. This past Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;(Sept.14) Tom, Cristina and I were at my apartment&lt;br /&gt;baking cookies, eating pickles and playing Mortal&lt;br /&gt;Kombat on Super Nintendo. She passed out fell on my&lt;br /&gt;hallway floor and had a seizure. This time she did not&lt;br /&gt;get up. She remained unconciouse and twitching for&lt;br /&gt;over 5 minutes. Whem she awoke she could not stand.&lt;br /&gt;She could barely move, she was frightened by this, so&lt;br /&gt;Tom andI placed her in a chair and joked around with&lt;br /&gt;her, and gave her some bacis TLC, as that is all we&lt;br /&gt;can do in that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she had another siezure and passed out in my&lt;br /&gt;chair. This seivure lasted for over 8 minutes, and she&lt;br /&gt;remained unconcious after the twitching stopped. Tom&lt;br /&gt;and I decided to bring her to Fairfax Hospital. We&lt;br /&gt;were both frightened becasue her seizures were never&lt;br /&gt;this bad, and we did not want anything really bad to&lt;br /&gt;happen to her at my place, because there would be&lt;br /&gt;nothing that we could od for her. She told us in the&lt;br /&gt;past to never call 911 becasue she can't afford the&lt;br /&gt;ambulance fees, so we decided to drive her there in&lt;br /&gt;Tom's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were deciding things out and gathering&lt;br /&gt;importnant things such as ID, and cell phones she&lt;br /&gt;awoke, and refused to go, altough she was in alot of&lt;br /&gt;pain and incoherent at times. We called Tom's Mom and&lt;br /&gt;Tom's mom convinced Cristina to let us take her&lt;br /&gt;because we she needed help. We called her Mom, she tol&lt;br /&gt;dus to get her medical records and take them with her&lt;br /&gt;to the Fairfax Hospital because she had never been&lt;br /&gt;there before, and Cristina had them in her dorm just&lt;br /&gt;in case. She passed out again and began having a&lt;br /&gt;series of siezures. We got her into Tom's car, I rode&lt;br /&gt;on the back seat with her to comfort her as she&lt;br /&gt;drifted in and out of consiousness. We got to her dorm&lt;br /&gt;room and she was again unconcious and having another&lt;br /&gt;seizure so I ran in and got them, I got her keys out&lt;br /&gt;of her purse, yes girls I looked through her purse, I&lt;br /&gt;know thats like the ultimate don't do but this was an&lt;br /&gt;emergency. (it's a good thing that she told me where&lt;br /&gt;she keeps her medical records).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back she started to go into convulsions in&lt;br /&gt;Tom's car. Once they stopped we proceeded to Fairfax&lt;br /&gt;Hospital, on Gallows Rd. in Fairfax. it's a 15 minute&lt;br /&gt;car ride from GMU. On the way she wne tin and out of&lt;br /&gt;conciousness. While she was concious she kept&lt;br /&gt;muttering "it hurts" and that is all she could or&lt;br /&gt;would say. She was unconcious when we brought her in&lt;br /&gt;to Fairfax Hospital. I went and got her check in and&lt;br /&gt;evalutate dwhile Tom looked for a parking space&lt;br /&gt;besides the fire lane where we stopped to get her out&lt;br /&gt;of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was checking her in she was unable to answer&lt;br /&gt;questions. She was awake but not awake at the same&lt;br /&gt;time. Soon she snappedo out and was able to talk, but&lt;br /&gt;was unable to rememebr the events that brought her to&lt;br /&gt;Fairfax Hospital. After check in they had her wait in&lt;br /&gt;the lobby untill they could get a room for her.&lt;br /&gt;Fairfax Hospital is one of the busiets Hospital in the&lt;br /&gt;nation. So sometimes you have to wait for a room if&lt;br /&gt;you are not 10 seconds from dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywa while we were in the waiting room she passed out&lt;br /&gt;again. When she woke things turned worse. She lost her&lt;br /&gt;memory. She was very confused. She did not know where&lt;br /&gt;she was or why she was there or who Tom and I were.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me 3 times in a row where she was, and she&lt;br /&gt;got scared and would not talk or look at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point Tom and I became not onyl scared but&lt;br /&gt;somewhat frantic. We did not know what to do or if she&lt;br /&gt;would ever regain her memory. We got her to talk to&lt;br /&gt;us, and we learned that she can remeber everything up&lt;br /&gt;to moving in Day at GMU which was August 23rd. We did&lt;br /&gt;not become good friends with Cristina a week later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked to her and reintroduced ourselves and&lt;br /&gt;told her everything that had gone on duribng the&lt;br /&gt;semster. It confused and worried and scared her&lt;br /&gt;becasue she had no clue as to what was happening. She&lt;br /&gt;was also in alot of pain. She had a mirgraine she was&lt;br /&gt;nauseous and dizzy. Tom and I did our best to make her&lt;br /&gt;laugh and smile and to make her feel comfertable while&lt;br /&gt;we waited for a room to be set up for her. She was so&lt;br /&gt;cute when she smiled. She was wearing a dress with a&lt;br /&gt;matching button up sweater. A sunflower was in her&lt;br /&gt;hair. Cristina and I had dinner that night at Ciao&lt;br /&gt;Hall, and she stole it and put it in her hair, it was&lt;br /&gt;a really nice touch. She had no shoes on becasue she&lt;br /&gt;was barefoot in my apartment and we forgot to bring&lt;br /&gt;her shoes when we went to Hospital. Her feet were very&lt;br /&gt;cold, sorry Cristina, our bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were talking to her,telling her about ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;and her friends, nearly all of whome she lost all&lt;br /&gt;memory of we had some fun with the situation and&lt;br /&gt;jokingly picked on her. It was allright  by then she&lt;br /&gt;finnally understood the situation and that we were her&lt;br /&gt;best friends, and she accepted us, and she even told&lt;br /&gt;us that she liked us which was a releif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did pass out 2 more times, and each time when she&lt;br /&gt;awoke she forgot everything we told her, but she&lt;br /&gt;recognized us as friends, so we expleianed eveything&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got her into a room the doctors proceeded to&lt;br /&gt;check her out and run tests. We gave them her medical&lt;br /&gt;records and what not. When they left we kept talking&lt;br /&gt;to her and made as comfertable and as happy as&lt;br /&gt;possible. We even tucked her in, got her extra&lt;br /&gt;blankets and Tom and I pretended to be an argning&lt;br /&gt;homosexual couple just to make her laugh and smile.&lt;br /&gt;Then she fell asleep,and while she was sleeping she&lt;br /&gt;had a few more seizures one really bad one and a few&lt;br /&gt;more milder ones. around 5:00 Am (we arrived at the&lt;br /&gt;hosptialsometime after 1 AM) the seizures stopped, and&lt;br /&gt;she began to reagin some of her memory. She recognized&lt;br /&gt;Tom and I as Tom and I from school, and she could&lt;br /&gt;remeber some events, like when a waiter was hitting on&lt;br /&gt;her at IHOP and me trying to wake her up one day in my&lt;br /&gt;apartment, and other little things. She could picture&lt;br /&gt;other events but she couldn't make out was happend.&lt;br /&gt;She aslo had no recoolection of that Sunday or the&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Friday, Thursday before that. She was&lt;br /&gt;shocked to learn that I had been teaching her&lt;br /&gt;Saxohpone, and that Tom was teaching her Violin and me&lt;br /&gt;Viola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night (morning whatever) went on she began to&lt;br /&gt;rememebr more and more, and soon she was bale to peice&lt;br /&gt;many things to gether, like this past Saturday she was&lt;br /&gt;able to tell me everything that she and I did.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Cristina and I went shopping all day. Then&lt;br /&gt;she had a CAT SCAN done and after that she fell&lt;br /&gt;asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 7:30 AM they came back with the CAT SCAN&lt;br /&gt;results and diagnosed her with a type of seizure that&lt;br /&gt;is caused by a heart complication. (after 2 years of&lt;br /&gt;baffled doctors in Virginia Beach, where she comes&lt;br /&gt;from; it took Fairfax 7 hours to figure it out some&lt;br /&gt;probable cause of everything) They then told us that&lt;br /&gt;if she could walk on her own she would be dismissed&lt;br /&gt;from Fairfax and into the direct care of Tom and I.&lt;br /&gt;Well we tried, but Cristina was too weak to even stand&lt;br /&gt;on her own. Spent nearly an hour trying to help&lt;br /&gt;Cristina to stand walk etc. She couldn't even move her&lt;br /&gt;legs. She had full arm function. Her grip was also&lt;br /&gt;very weak,she had difficulty signing her name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all really wantedtoget out of the Hospital and get&lt;br /&gt;her into a comfertable bed where she could sleep. Tom&lt;br /&gt;and I needed sleepas well we stayed up the whole night&lt;br /&gt;talking to her and while she was sleeping we were&lt;br /&gt;figuring out a way to take care of her and still go to&lt;br /&gt;class, do work etc. We did not know how long it&lt;br /&gt;wouldtake Crisitna to recover or anything so we wanted&lt;br /&gt;to be prepared. Her paretnslive in Virginia Beach so&lt;br /&gt;we wereall she had, and we love Cristina, and we would&lt;br /&gt;do anything for her even miss a few classes so that&lt;br /&gt;somebody was always around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually she was able to walk (we cheated a bit) a&lt;br /&gt;few paces and she was released at 8:15 AM What a&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a really long email but the story is&lt;br /&gt;not done yet. You now know about Sunday so here is&lt;br /&gt;Monday. MOnday morning Tom, Cristina and I went to&lt;br /&gt;Tom's parents's house in Haymarket, VA just on the the&lt;br /&gt;other side of Manassas it's only 30 minutes from&lt;br /&gt;Fairfax. We got her to bed, I crashed and Tom did some&lt;br /&gt;research on her diagnosis, and he also was able to get&lt;br /&gt;her a follow up appointment at the Fairfax Community&lt;br /&gt;Health Centre, which is where her primary physician&lt;br /&gt;practices. The appointment is set for Tuesday Sept. 16&lt;br /&gt;at 2 and thats where we are now basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Tom's all day because we needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Tom's Mom made us dinner. After dinner Cristina had&lt;br /&gt;another seizure and passed out. This one lasted 30&lt;br /&gt;seconds like the ones before Sunday. After this past&lt;br /&gt;seizure she became very weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now emailing you all and it is 2:30 AM tuesday&lt;br /&gt;morning Setpt. 16. I have been very stressed out and i&lt;br /&gt;need sleep. Unfortunatly I won't be getting much&lt;br /&gt;becasue I have calsses and I have to see alllof&lt;br /&gt;Cristina's professors, and explain whats happening. We&lt;br /&gt;also have Cristina's appointment, and we also have to&lt;br /&gt;take care of ehr during the day, Tom and I have a&lt;br /&gt;short concert to give tonite as well. Cristina is&lt;br /&gt;sleeping right now which is the best thing for her.&lt;br /&gt;She can walk but she needs help getting up, her grip&lt;br /&gt;is also weak and she gets tired easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that pretty much none of you all know Cristina,&lt;br /&gt;but I am very stressed out and worried about her, and&lt;br /&gt;I need to do this to vent out for a little while and&lt;br /&gt;it is relaxing me and it is helping me sort out events&lt;br /&gt;as well as other things. I do know that I genuinly&lt;br /&gt;care alot about Cristina she is one of my best&lt;br /&gt;friends, and most favorate of people. And I as well as&lt;br /&gt;Tom are doing the very best that we can to make sure&lt;br /&gt;that we get Cristina fixed up and ready for the next&lt;br /&gt;gig whenever that may be. We don't have many resources&lt;br /&gt;but alot of common sense, and for the sake of a&lt;br /&gt;friend, we both have good hearts. I don't know what&lt;br /&gt;the next week will be like but I do know that with&lt;br /&gt;Cristina needing care I will probally not be around&lt;br /&gt;too much, so I appologize if I am not always&lt;br /&gt;availlable to talk or to do things, but we'll see as&lt;br /&gt;these next few days go by maybe things will get&lt;br /&gt;better. I am really really tired now so I am going to&lt;br /&gt;bed. Goodnite everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;my boys love me so much it's ridiculous :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys too !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love* from &lt;br /&gt;~cristina~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106403795728359894?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106403795728359894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106403795728359894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106403795728359894' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-10639569712870739</id><published>2003-09-19T02:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T02:36:10.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah so so much has happened that i don't feel like taking the time to explain it all. in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the ER sunday night and was basically unconscious until tuesday&lt;br /&gt;i'm being referred to a cardiologist and neurologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurricane isabel hit us today - no school yesterday or today.&lt;br /&gt;rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love* my boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~cristina~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-10639569712870739?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/10639569712870739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/10639569712870739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#10639569712870739' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106299753978544609</id><published>2003-09-08T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T00:05:39.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. so it's quarter to one and i'm sitting on mike's bed (which is decked out in the sheets that I want for my room) and we're just kind of hanging out. or let me clarify that - he's working on a project that he's had for like two weeks and never had time to finish so i'm just kind of "supervising" his work. yeah. *sigh* there's a problem here. i don't quite know what to do with this lol but i'm just going with it. here's my life in a nutshell: i spend my entire life either in my dorm room, changing (i hardly ever sleep in there); in the PAB with tom or david or mike or all of them; or eating. and mostly i'm in the PAB. for example, yesterday. yesterday i got up around noonish and showered and went to the JC to eat. then i went to the PAB and fucked around in a practice room for a while (no, you perverts, i didn't actually fuck the piano. PERVERTS) (i meant that i was just "playing" and "singing" and the reason those are in quotes because i can barely do either) and then after that i went and ate some more and then i hung out with jeff for a while (we went over to evan's house for a bit to watch SWAT but i fell asleep) then i was in the PAB until 3 AM and then tom and i went to IHOP and then we came back and crashed. and today i woke up, showered, went to the PAB, and then went to IHOP. GOd damn. i need to get a life. anyway. so i'm in mike's room. get this assignment (it refers to an earlier assignment, btw): "your little paradise has been discovered by tourists and is now the Trump Paradise Casino and Hotel. As the only costume designer on the premises, create a stage show for the grand opening, in the style of Dianan Ross and Liberace. Design the sets and costumes for a "show-stopping finale." Gay as the Wave on thursday nights (you of the 757 will understand that) Right now, mike's making a piano out of construction paper, scotch tape, and stickers. what a fucking loser. (he just said "thank you") (we're good lol he knows i love him) (hehehe) anyway. i'm gonna go now and...do...something...clean his fucking room or some shit...&lt;br /&gt;*cristina*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106299753978544609?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106299753978544609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106299753978544609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106299753978544609' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106236917347569850</id><published>2003-08-31T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T17:32:53.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw phil last night. for the first time since the breakup. and it started out great. i had a great time. we hung out with james and peter and mads and then we played cranium and trivial pursuit. and i had so much fun. but that's what made me fall in love with him. our relationship fell apart because i smothered him and we fought about it. and it took me a long time to learn not to be overly dependent. but now that i've learned, it's too late. and that hurts like hell. because we still love each other. very much. last night proved that - i know we both felt it. then he brought me into his room to give me moocow...and we stood there and talked a bit - basically we talked about us. and he said, "i think this is the right thing to do" and that killed me because i don't know if it is or not. i mean, i know it is for now - i know that we can't be an "us" right now - but i think we might be able to later, when we've grown and learned. and then we kissed. and i felt myself melting the way i used to feel when he kissed me. i didn't feel any of that last saturday. but i sure as hell felt it last night. and i didn't know what to do about it. i cried some more, said i shouldn't have done it. but i wanted to so badly. and it felt so right. maybe i'm just making all this shit up. maybe there wasn't a connection between us, and maybe these feelings were only coming from me. but somehow i don't think so. it's impossible to ignore that. i don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just wanted to say that i'm sorry about last night...it's just that i had a great time, and it reminded me of how much fun we have together, how good we are together....and I know now that I can be like that – fun, happy, less dependent and clingy - and I know that’s what you wanted while we were together and i’m sorry that I couldn’t do it before, and now it’s taken me too long to learn how to be that way that now it's too late. and that makes me sad because i love spending time with you and i love being around you and i love you. more than anything. and i felt it so much last night and I know you felt it too…or at least I think you did, or else you wouldn’t have kissed me back…and I guess I just wanted to know if you felt that connection or if I’m just imagining it…I don’t know…there’s just no point…I’m too late, aren’t i?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106236917347569850?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106236917347569850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106236917347569850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106236917347569850' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106187991522822052</id><published>2003-08-26T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T01:38:35.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. phil and i just broke up. we both knew it was going to happen. we knew that it just wasn't going to work. so we just admitted to ourselves that yes, we're best friends. but maybe that's all we're meant to be right now. and it's sad. because it's always hard to let go of something like that. but in a way it's almost...well...i don't really know. now we don't have to pretend anymore. we don't have to try to force ourselves to be a couple. and i mean, seriously. he's my best friend. and he has been for a very long time. we want to hang out and spend time together, but as a couple, we just don't cut it. at least, not anymore. we used to.  it's kind of odd, you know? we were so happy together, but then we just kind of drifted apart. happens to the best of us. and it's not like we've lost each other. we're still gonna chill (and we're sure as hell still going to see stephen lynch!) anyway.&lt;br /&gt;bed calls. and 'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;good night, moon.&lt;br /&gt;~Cristina~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106187991522822052?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106187991522822052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106187991522822052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106187991522822052' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106127205176699995</id><published>2003-08-19T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T00:50:25.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>la be11a carina: i told phil my minor&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: your minor?&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: yeah&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: ?&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: special education, concentration in early childhood and severe disabilities&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: oh!&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: i didn't know that was your minor&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: so phil goes, "oh...so you're a voice major with a minor in RETARD?"&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: i am laughing so hard tears are falling down my cheeks! that is the funniest thing i've heard all fucking day!!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: LOL&lt;br /&gt;la be11a carina: i'm glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh i love my friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cristina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106127205176699995?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106127205176699995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106127205176699995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106127205176699995' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106120739519033786</id><published>2003-08-18T06:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T06:49:55.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is 7:33 AM on a Monday morning and I'm up. Dressed. Showered. Am I the only one who sees a problem here? Look at this, I'm so tired I'm capitalizing my letters! WTF!? ahhh much better. ok. anyway. i'm meeting sylvia and stephanie and megan and kristen and amy for breakfast this morning - kind of like a "holy family [that's my church] teen cantors going away" thing. yeah. so we're meeting at the sunrise cafe at 8:30 and sylvia's picking me up at 8:15. cool. well. it sucks not having a car anymore. but whatever.  i've been trying to pack lately - all i've done is wash some clothes and organize stuff. my trunk is packed. i'm bringing these little drawer organizer things, they're stocked and ready, i still have to pack my clothes up, wipe down the fridge, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww buckey's laying on the floor next to me with her paws crossed and her chin on my foot. awwww!!! *pats dog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i'm really thirsty. so i think i'm gonna go downstairs and have me some of that no-sugar, no-carb, no-nothing kiwi strawberry stuff. but damn it tastes so good! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cristina~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106120739519033786?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106120739519033786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106120739519033786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106120739519033786' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106109322320550560</id><published>2003-08-16T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T23:07:03.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHANNON PONDERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why do people feel bad when others cry? they're snotting everywhere, it's gross really....they should be like, "what the fuck's wrong with you, stupid? wipe your excretions up and end your life. you're too pathetic to live." we'd all cry less, wouldn't we? my logic fucking ROCKS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my sister calls boobs 'teats.' do that sometime. it's great. it's so funny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i have tourettes...i guess....*twitch* FUCK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh my friends are great, aren't they? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;i need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106109322320550560?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106109322320550560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106109322320550560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106109322320550560' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-106066338563632246</id><published>2003-08-11T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T00:52:07.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Get a load of me, get a load of you&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' down the street, and I hardly know you&lt;br /&gt;It's just like we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands with you, and we're out at night&lt;br /&gt;Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right&lt;br /&gt;And I've got someone waiting too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is, this is just the beginning&lt;br /&gt;We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you&lt;br /&gt;It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it&lt;br /&gt;So tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this the best part of breakin' up&lt;br /&gt;Finding someone else you can't get enough of&lt;br /&gt;Someone who wants to be with you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch&lt;br /&gt;But wouldn't it be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, we're at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;We haven't fucked yet, but my head's spinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you&lt;br /&gt;It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it&lt;br /&gt;So tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love for you to make me wonder&lt;br /&gt;Where it's goin'&lt;br /&gt;I'd love for you to pull me under&lt;br /&gt;Somethin's growin'&lt;br /&gt;for this that we can control&lt;br /&gt;Baby I am dyin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you&lt;br /&gt;It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it&lt;br /&gt;So tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;wow i'm totally loving that song. i don't know why! lol so what has been up with my life? i went to fairfax last thursday (the 7th) to go buy my books. and i got em all too! and...GUESS WHAT?!! I EVEN FIXED MY SCHEDULE!! damn, that took forever and a decade. anyway. so here is my schedule, below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - 11:30   Developmental Psychology (I'm a psychology minor) &lt;br /&gt;1:30 - 2:45       Chamber Singers&lt;br /&gt;3:00 - 4:20       Oral Comm&lt;br /&gt;4:30 - 6:00       French II&lt;br /&gt;7:00 - 10:20     Opera Scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;9:00 - 10:30     Theory III&lt;br /&gt;3:00 - 4:30        Performance Seminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - 11:30   Developmental Psychology&lt;br /&gt;1:30 - 2:45       Chamber Singers&lt;br /&gt;3:00 - 4:20       Oral Comm&lt;br /&gt;4:30 - 6:00       French II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;9:00 - 10:30     Theory III&lt;br /&gt;3:00 - 4:30        Performance Seminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;10:30 - 11:30   Developmental Psychology&lt;br /&gt;3:00 - 5:00       Opera Scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. i hope i have time to BREATHE...it's ridiculous. i'm going to have to take a summer session again, i hate to admit it, though. maybe between junior and senior years. but how am i gonna do that AND todi? maybe i can take C session. or just do what i did this year and be a couple of rehearsals late. i dunno. because i really want to continue doing Todi. *sigh* whatever. so how's my life been going? okay, i guess. after maestro and daniel left, life got really boring really quickly. i had nothing to do! so i started eating more, gaining weight (ew. i'm back up to 125. ew.) , being lazy. it sucks. so i've been trying to get back on track with atkins. i just started it again yesterday. *sigh* it's terrible. so not only do i feel like shit, and i feel fat, but the people who made me feel good about my image and myself (namely, Jiri, Walter, and Daniel) are gone lol so i'm just all by my lonesome. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to get back to school! only 12 more days! TWELVE!! until i get to see my love :) and get to be FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! *content sigh* yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of dropping my performance seminar. but i don't know when else i'm going to take it. *grrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, that was very random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my cell phone voice mail message lol it's great. it says "i'm sorry, but i'm not here right now. leave a message after the beep. thank you." in first french, then italian, then german, then as i started in english, i cut it off lol "mi dispiace, ma non sono qui. lasciare un messagio dopo il segnare. Grazie." LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well SOME people thought it was funny lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Cristina~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-106066338563632246?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106066338563632246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/106066338563632246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106066338563632246' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-105919672293804559</id><published>2003-07-26T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T00:18:42.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>psgirl1102: you know what i love about our maestro?&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: hehe&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: hmmm&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: he feeds you and thinks your hot?&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: besides the fact that he's a sexy italian man who thinks i'm hot and feeds me delicious italian food&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: he gives us alcohol&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: oooh&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: i was like "there's more?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: gooooood alcohol&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: are you drunk?&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: no&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: oh&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: been drinking&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: but not drunk&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: i had like 4 beers&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: and i'm not even tipsy&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: what the fuck is that?!&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: and now im all disappointed, cause you're really funny online when you're drunk&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: i know right lol&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: hehe&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: remember that drunken email?&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: i sent to phil&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: it was aaaaaaall fucked up&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: lol&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: i remember one of the first times i was drinking, i got an email from my dad&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: he wanted to know what time to pick me up the next day&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: i made the mistake of writing back to him&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: when he picked me up the next day, he was like "uh, were you...alright last night?"&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: "um yeah dad. i was tired.  so much studying, you know, it really fries your brain"&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: LOL&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: "studying"&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: that's great&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: i know right!!!!&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: that'll be our code word from now on&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: hehe! ok&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: "hey mel, come over...it's a STUDY SESSION!!!"&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: and you'll be like, "YAY!! STUDYING!!"&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: and no one else will get it&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: and they'll think you're weird&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: which, let's face it, you are&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: but still&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: well yeah&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: it's like, "hey mel...what do you say we go...STUDY?!!"&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: and you go, "YEAH!!! OH MY GOD I HAVEN"T STUDIED IN SUCH A LONG TIME!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: i'll be like "sure! just let me grab my books!!!" &lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: as i reach for a 12 pack&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: lol&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: "um, mel? why are you taking beer to go study?"&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: "it...helps me concentrate?"&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: *looks down* "oh! dude! i totally thought these were my books!!! same shape and all" *walk out door*&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: LOL&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: i love how my IM convos play out like a script&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: i know right&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: *blocking*&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: *cristina enters stage left*&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: lol&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: *crosses downstage right*&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: *turns to mel*&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: *LSB at table*&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: you know mel? we're on stage!&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: hehe&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: *mel dashes onstage from left wing*&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: my goodness!&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: *looks straight out*&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: we are!&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: Mel: oh my! *turns to audience* are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: Cristina: *turns out to audience as well, squinting* i believe so&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: Mel: *shielding eyes from stage lights* you know what? you're right!&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: There are people!&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: Cristina: *squinting* really?&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: *Mel xs to Cris, full spot, center, house to black, stage to 0*&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: LOL&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: oh lord&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: we are a trip&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: yup!&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: you and i lol&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: aren't we tho!&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: and we're not even inebriated!&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: we are sooo going to have to fix that asap!&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: im seeing a study session come up, first night we're on campus&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: bc you know, we want to get a jump on the semester&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: LOL&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: yeah&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: i was talking to my uncle, ed, the other day, about finances and stuff like that for school&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: i said "all i really need is enough money to pay tom his car payment, gas, and....sodas"&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: LOL&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: and he said?&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: "bullshit"&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: LOL&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: he was a TKE back in the 80s when he went to mason&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: back when TKE was cool&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: and had members&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: attending gmu is a family legacy for me&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: lol cool&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: my aunt, my cousin's mom, my dad, three uncles, my dad again, yeah&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: wow&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: impressive&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: yeah&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: it's a lineage&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: you must be...proud?&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: *snicker*&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: when i was in 8th grade, all the private high schools were coming in to talk to the students, to make us want to go there&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: my mom, my aunt, and my three uncles went to OConnell&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: the day that the oconnell people came, the principal of the school decided to tag along&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: yeah?&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: so im sitting in the front row, and he looks at me and says "did you have any family that went thru the school? you look so familiar"&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: i said "uh  yeah...my mom mary mclaughlin...she was a kennedy back then"&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: his face paled when i said "she had a sister trish, and three younger brothers...:&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: he went "joe, ed, and tom!"&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: apparently they had graced him with their presence in his office numerous times...at least joe and ed did&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: but the principal definitely still remembered them 25 years later&lt;br /&gt;GMUVoce: i went home and said "yeah, so PVI it is..."&lt;br /&gt;psgirl1102: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-105919672293804559?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/105919672293804559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/105919672293804559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105919672293804559' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-105911032727745175</id><published>2003-07-25T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T00:18:47.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy anniversary, jessie and kevin!! :) hope y'all had fun :) anyway. today was a blah day - stayed home all day long, just hung out around the house. rose came by and we talked and stuff for a while. let's see. talked to andrew today...*sigh* i'll be fine :) david called and invited me to dinner lol this'll be interesting heh and i'm not really one for talking right now, sorry ...&lt;br /&gt;i'll add more later when i feel like talking...i guess...typing...whatever&lt;br /&gt;~cristina~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-105911032727745175?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/105911032727745175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/105911032727745175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105911032727745175' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-105901969356554128</id><published>2003-07-23T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T23:18:09.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so tonight was definitely an experience. since Jiri and Francesco left, it has been me and maestro and daniel and jessie and rae who hang out. and tonight we were supposed to go see "finding nemo" but then maestro got called in to meet the ballet dancers and we ended up not even leaving willett hall until like 8:30. so then we decided to just go out and eat dinner and see the movie on friday. so we had dinner. and we went to this great place (i already forgot what it was called lol) and then we went back to drop off maestro and hang out a bit :) all in all, a good night. tomorrow we're volunteering to help maestro with the todicucina thing :) i think. anyway. love to you all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-105901969356554128?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/105901969356554128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/105901969356554128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105901969356554128' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-105894181343198188</id><published>2003-07-23T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T01:30:13.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.audblog.com/media/6021/19389.mp3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audblog.com/media/images/audblog_post.gif" HSPACE=4 alt="Powered by audblog" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audblog.com/media/6021/19389.mp3"&gt;audblog audio post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-105894181343198188?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/105894181343198188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/105894181343198188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105894181343198188' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606336.post-105894127587280310</id><published>2003-07-23T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T01:21:15.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so this summer has truly been an experience, thanks to Todi...music rehearsals, staging rehearsals, wes :-), rae :-), jessie :-), meeting francesco ("biggie biggie biggie, can't you see sometimes your words just hypnotize me" lol) going to dinner (lol francesco wants to go where?), rapping italians who talk to people they don't even know, lunches that take FOREVER ("i'm not asking you, i'm telling you. i'm the maestro, we're going to be late!"), trains that make us late, agnes' house for dinner, going to the beach, showering at wes' house, going out for my birthday ("Rae", "Dani", and "Chris") (meeting Barb-Trip and Moonbeam), going to the beach AGAIN, being tossed around in the ocean, maestro cooking dinner for us (jessie has a parrot on her head!), cast parties (playing pool, andri lol "you know you want to come with me!") david krohn (*sigh*), birthday parties, laser tag, closing the opera (TOTALLY Todd's night), going to the beach AGAIN lol, being a "present", Jirí :-), maestro cooking us dinner AGAIN (mmm that was delicious), going to todijazz with maestro, Jiri, and Daniel, (that was totally just me last night lol), calling rae the second something happens ("oh my god" "oh my god!" "oh my GOD!!" "OH MY GOD!!!"), phone calls from francesco at all hours of the day (and night), going to the concert ("Ok, boys?") Wes being mistaken for Francesco lol, etc. etc. etc. I had a blast this summer, you guys, now i don't know what to do with myself!! lol can't wait til next year (and daniel's coming back - AND he's learning english. he said, "beautiful girls and fun times, next year i have to know english" lol) (and as far as i know, Jiri's coming back, too! yay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, needless to say, i had a great time. and all that above? that's not even the half of it :-) i love you guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phil and i started having trouble again. nothing new, just the same issues as always. we almost broke up. for the second time. but this time, he was trying to tell me that i needed to change certain things about my behavior in order for us to work. so i was all about to let him try to change me until i realized who i am. i am Asian Chick at GMU, and i don't have to change for anyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey baby :)&lt;br /&gt;after we got off the phone, i just sat here and thought about the situation at hand. here are the things i came up with:&lt;br /&gt;* this isn't the first time this kind of thing has happened with us. &lt;br /&gt;* we haven't seen each other in a long time and i think it's kind of clouded us in a way because we are starting to forget what it's like to be around the other person.&lt;br /&gt;* i know that we have conflicting personalities. i am, by nature, an emotionally clingy and needy person, and you, by nature, are not. therefore, my needs bother and annoy you, which is bad because that's just how i am. &lt;br /&gt;* we love each other. a lot. and it's that love that has kept us together. &lt;br /&gt;* i know i've said i can change. but i realize now that, in the end, i may not be able to, and it's sad to think that because of that, i will lose you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was doing a good job at giving you your space these past couple of months. i need to know what i did wrong, so that i can change it. when we first had this talk, you said that you needed your space; that i call too much, want to talk to you too much, want to spend too much time together. so i tried to minimize my calls, i tried not to take up too much of your time, and i haven't spent any time with you at all, seeing as i'm four hours away. but even then it wasn't enough. and  if what you need is for me to leave you alone completely unless you want me, well, i'm sorry, but i don't think that will work. i never thought that the fate of our relationship would fall on my strength of character. and now it has - it has fallen onto whether or not i can change who i am, in order to help us work. i want there to be a compromise of some kind, but you haven't offered to compromise anything, you've only told me that you need me to change. is it absolutely necessary that i change to suit what you need? will you absolutely not be able to live with me in your life if i can't?&lt;br /&gt;remember how you said that you needed to find yourself, and that i should probably do the same thing? learn who i am, before i tried to become someone i wasn't? you were right, i had lost my sense of identity. i had this whole letter written out, to give you details about how i would change myself, change who I am, in order to hold on to you. but now that girl you met in november is back. took me two whole months of soul-searching to find her, but she's here. that woman you fell in love with, the one who was happy with herself and confident enough to speak her mind? yeah, i almost didn't recognize her, either. phil, i love you. and i know you love me, too. but i shouldn't have to do all the work. from the beginning of all the trouble we had, i was the one who tried to change, i was the one who tried to be who you needed me to be. it shouldn't be that way. if things need to change, there needs to be a compromise. i can't just mold myself into the person you want, because then i wouldn't be myself. i know it sounds crazy. especially since i lost all sense of self these past few months. but i was so keen to make you happy that i forgot what it was like to make myself happy. this summer, i found myself happy - happier than i'd been in a long time. because i finally learned to be myself. i re-learned what it's like to hang out with the girls, and they helped me remember who I am. I'm the girl who doesn't take shit from my co-workers ([name deleted to protect the guilty] will not be coming back to todi next year, thanks to me). i'm the outgoing asian chick who is confident enough in herself to not need to be convinced to go out and have fun, instead of waiting for the fun to come to me. and i'm not going to change who i am to suit anyone's needs. like i said before, i love you, and i care about you. but i'm not about to become a different person just because you need it that way. if anything needs to change, there needs to be a compromise.  i think it would be best if we talked more about this, so go ahead and call my cell phone whenever you can. (wow that totally sounded like a line from Office Space..."phil...hey...what's happening...i'm gonna have to ask you to call my cell phone when you can, so go ahead and pick up that phone...you should have the number if you got that memo...did you get that memo?" lol) i hope to hear from you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;if i know phil, he ought to realize that i shouldn't have to change, and that he can compromise. i hope so. because i love him and he's my best friend, and it would suck to be single again. well, in all honesty, singledom isn't so bad. until you realize that you feel totally useless and that no one wants you. but maybe that's just me. *sigh* anyway. the point is that i love phil and i want him in my life. but i'm not going to change myself for that. i hope this works out. if it doesn't, well, y'all better leave your cell phones on and your batteries charged, because i'm gonna be hurting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~cristina~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606336-105894127587280310?l=joiedevivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/105894127587280310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606336/posts/default/105894127587280310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joiedevivre.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105894127587280310' title=''/><author><name>cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12396920680006246159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
