<?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-7246873062857142774</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:13:06.572-08:00</updated><category term='traveling adventures'/><category term='work'/><category term='Washington Capitals'/><title type='text'>Part of MY world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-4463056584367921362</id><published>2011-02-19T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T08:04:38.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>OK, I swear. I will really try to update. I'm working on a few knitting pieces and I'll tried to do some book and movie reviews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-4463056584367921362?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/4463056584367921362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=4463056584367921362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4463056584367921362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4463056584367921362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-4782754401985514483</id><published>2010-10-20T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T18:53:35.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first regular season game: Bruins 3-1 Caps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yep, You got it. It was my first regular season game. The Washington Capitals vs the Boston Bruins. SPOILER ALERT: The Caps lose. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well let's start off the trip. Everyone that knows me knows that I'm extremely superstitious when it come to my hockey. I chose for the first game to wear a white shirt with my red jersey. I chose to eat at a Japanese place in the food court in Pentagon City. It was good but I could have done without the guys working there hitting on me. Steph and I get Auntie Anne's, a tradition of ours and then we are off to the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw on twitter that @knublesknights were at the game in section 120, so i saw them and got a picture with them. They ended up winning fans of the game. Go guys!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/TL-bZcr8m_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/eQxgvO5u8ok/s320/2010-10-19+19.09.29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530309728933813234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;me with @knublesknights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/TL-bsvTZRSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/_-bfXY1RSwI/s320/2010-10-19+19.00.04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530310060348622114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Warmups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So after this, my phone started to die and wouldn't let me take pictures. For an awesome run thru of the game, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.russianmachineneverbreaks.com/2010/10/19/bruins-beat-caps-3-1-were-grumpy/"&gt;russianmachine&lt;/a&gt; blog. They are awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-4782754401985514483?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/4782754401985514483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=4782754401985514483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4782754401985514483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4782754401985514483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-first-regular-season-game-bruins-3-1.html' title='My first regular season game: Bruins 3-1 Caps'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/TL-bZcr8m_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/eQxgvO5u8ok/s72-c/2010-10-19+19.09.29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-4440555695935652461</id><published>2010-10-19T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:53:53.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington Capitals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>I should be sleeping but as soon as I crawled into bed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I couldn't sleep. I know. Totally annoying when this happens so I figured I would write my blog entry, maybe start some and update later. Or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my day started at 6:00am. I hate being an adult sometimes. I went to &lt;a href="http://www.circlecenterads.info/"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt; and did all the work stuff. Today, however, I got lunch out. What does that mean exactly? Well I'm glad you asked. It means that instead of staying in the program and helping get lunch out, feed people, and get them to bathroom, and maybe (if there is time) shove some food in my mouth, I get a whole hour and a half (yes, you heard me right. THAT LONG) lunch. Steph and Scott were suppose to join me for lunch but Steph had family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come into town last minute so Scott and I dined together at the &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/the-crazy-greek-richmond"&gt;Crazy Greek&lt;/a&gt;. I ate entirely too much. I went back to work afterwards and did more work stuff. FUN! *sarcasm*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then at 3:30 (Tuesdays and Thursdays are my early days) I was off! I headed over to Steph's apartment to meet up with her and Justin and then the three of us were off to Washington for the &lt;a href="http://capitals.nhl.com/index.html"&gt;Washington Capital&lt;/a&gt;s game vs. the &lt;a href="http://bruins.nhl.com/?navid=nav-teamnav-bos"&gt;Boston Bruins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/TL6CopaArBI/AAAAAAAAAbk/pFFglh0hMn8/s320/2010-10-19+16.45.58.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530001027278875666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yep. That is indeed a picture of the road. Thats us, traveling to D.C. So here we are, driving, Steph and I rocking out to some music when we look in the back seat and what do we find?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/TL6CF3mTemI/AAAAAAAAAbc/hM6c9U00i2E/s320/2010-10-19+16.48.31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530000429793114722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin fell asleep. So we took pictures. Seriously, do you expect anything less then us. Of course not. Oh and don't worry. This picture is on facebook for everyone to see in all it's glory. We also saw this nugget while driving down the road.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/TL6DLx-rdUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/l1eZahrEsr0/s320/2010-10-19+17.23.37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530001630875579714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's blurry. I know but I couldn't very well ask them to pull over now could I. In case you can't read it, the plate says 'PGH PA'. We couldn't help ourselves. So how about the Caps game. Well you know, now I feel kinda tired and that will be a post for another day and by another day I mean tomorrow. And by tomorrow I mean today, technically, and by today I mean, when it's not effing two o'clock in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night blogland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-4440555695935652461?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/4440555695935652461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=4440555695935652461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4440555695935652461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4440555695935652461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-should-be-sleeping-but-as-soon-as-i.html' title='I should be sleeping but as soon as I crawled into bed...'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/TL6CopaArBI/AAAAAAAAAbk/pFFglh0hMn8/s72-c/2010-10-19+16.45.58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-6124467769794340048</id><published>2010-10-18T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T19:01:01.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.</title><content type='html'>I seriously think that if they are going to run a rerun of the show I'm watching, they should check with me and play the episode I missed like half of. ANNOYING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-6124467769794340048?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/6124467769794340048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=6124467769794340048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/6124467769794340048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/6124467769794340048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2010/10/ugh.html' title='ugh.'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-5534949451252844477</id><published>2010-10-17T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T10:47:17.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekly update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Hello out there. We're on the air. It's blog time tonight."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's catch you up on this week. Monday, I went to work. Tuesday, I went to work. Thursday, I went to work, and thennnnn. THREE DAY WEEKEND! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday I literally sat around like a blob. It was amazing. On Saturday, I went apple picking at Carter's Mountain. It was a nice fall day. I really enjoyed it. Sunday (today) I'm watching TV and sitting on my computer. Yay for relaxing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about the Capitals?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, they won in overtime, or as its becoming known as Ovie time. I believe my jinx of watching the game on TV continues. Every time I watched the games, they are losing. When I turn the game off, they win. I go to my first regular season game on Tuesday. Go CAPS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and found this picture. I love Ovechkin and all but seriously, how gay is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/TLs2Y_ty3TI/AAAAAAAAAbM/zhmO3VQW514/s320/72479_575721243232_38103230_33378973_4590136_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529072770575686962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know right. Super gay. Oh Sashas, Man up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-5534949451252844477?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/5534949451252844477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=5534949451252844477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/5534949451252844477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/5534949451252844477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2010/10/weekly-update.html' title='A weekly update.'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/TLs2Y_ty3TI/AAAAAAAAAbM/zhmO3VQW514/s72-c/72479_575721243232_38103230_33378973_4590136_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-9014368427498269522</id><published>2010-08-29T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T07:11:59.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 life lessons I learned in my 20's</title><content type='html'>or at least so far.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;ol style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 40px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;If you’re smiling right now, you’re doing something right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;It’s not so much what you say that counts, it’ how you make people feel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The biggest mistake you can make is doing nothing because you’re scared to make a mistake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;No matter how it turns out, it always ends up just the way it should be.  Either you succeed or you learn something.  Win-Win.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Freedom is the greatest gift.  Self-sufficiency is the greatest freedom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;If you catch yourself working hard and loving every minute of it, don’t stop.  You’re on to something big.  Because hard work ain’t hard when you concentrate on your passions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;It’s not about getting a chance, it’s about taking a chance.  You’ll rarely be 100% sure it will work.  But you can always be 100% sure doing nothing won’t work.  Sometimes you just have to go for it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Complaining is like slapping yourself for slapping yourself.  It doesn’t solve the problem, it just hurts you more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The one with nothing to hide is always the one left standing tall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;You can press forward long after you can’t.  It’s just a matter of wanting it bad enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;There’s a big difference between knowing and doing.  Knowledge is basically useless without action.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;In work and business, when they need you more than you need them, you have succeeded.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Everything that happens in life is neither good nor bad.  It just depends on your perspective.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;We are all weird.  And life is weird.  And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, &lt;a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/2009/02/12/the-unwritten-love-poem/" title="The Unwritten Love Poem" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(28, 155, 220); text-decoration: none; "&gt;we call it love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;True friendship and true love do sustain the tests of distance and time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;You can’t change who you are.  You can only change what you know and how you apply this knowledge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;It is okay to be angry.  It is never okay to be cruel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Even when you feel like you have nothing, someone else likely has far less.  Find them and help them.  You’ll see why.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Having a thousand credentials on the wall will not make you a decent human being.  But &lt;a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/2009/02/25/how-to-make-all-the-difference-in-the-world/" title="How To Make All The Difference In The World" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(28, 155, 220); text-decoration: none; "&gt;genuinely helping one person everyday&lt;/a&gt; will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Remember, change happens for a reason.  Roll with it.  It won’t be easy, but it will be worth it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-9014368427498269522?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/9014368427498269522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=9014368427498269522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/9014368427498269522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/9014368427498269522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2010/08/20-life-lessons-i-learned-in-my-20s.html' title='20 life lessons I learned in my 20&apos;s'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-6463300160460835343</id><published>2010-08-29T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T05:55:45.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'ello blogland.</title><content type='html'>Why hello there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I never blog anymore. Let's see if I can change that. No promises but we can see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So whats going on in my life you may ask. Well...I graduated college. Thats right. After 5 long years, I have graduated. YAY! I also found a job in Richmond at &lt;a href="http://www.circlecenterads.info/"&gt;Circle Center Adult Day Services&lt;/a&gt;. I'm the Wellness Coordinator there. I teach weight lifting, boost for bones, parachute ball, chair aerobics, and in charge of a walking program. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love life you ask. Well I was dating this great guy and silly me, I got stressed out and got inpatient and got a little short and well...long story short, we aren't together anymore but we are still friends and hey who knows, if could work out again. Let's just say we ended on much better terms then the past bf and he actually treated me well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats a quick overview. Guess I will let you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-6463300160460835343?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/6463300160460835343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=6463300160460835343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/6463300160460835343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/6463300160460835343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2010/08/ello-blogland.html' title='&apos;ello blogland.'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-7304889470324409566</id><published>2010-08-16T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T11:17:13.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Did you know  that if you go to bed wasted, your brain can't dream? It's like a  medical thing. I have my own theory and that's that your brain is like,  "Dude, I'm not going to entertain you after what you just did to me for  the last six hours. Oh, you want to feel what it's like to fly? Go f**k  yourself. I'll be up all &lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;night with your liver, figuring out how we're going to make it to 50."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-7304889470324409566?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/7304889470324409566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=7304889470324409566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7304889470324409566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7304889470324409566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2010/08/drinking.html' title='Drinking'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-7395875443590099895</id><published>2010-08-13T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:39:04.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;I think that when you  get dressed in the morning, sometimes you're really making a decision  about your behavior for the day. Like if you put on flip-flops you're  saying, "Hope I don't get chased today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span id="status_time"&gt;&lt;span id="status_time_inner"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Friday, August 6, 2010 at 2:19pm" date="Fri, 06 Aug 2010 11:19:45 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-7395875443590099895?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/7395875443590099895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=7395875443590099895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7395875443590099895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7395875443590099895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-that-when-you-get-dressed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-686969749227399812</id><published>2010-06-07T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:34:17.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood is Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I had to make an initial list of things to do this summer for  the future lost tribe of childhood members it would go something like  this: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Climb in a tree and hang out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jump  across a stream to a grassy bank on the other side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Capture (and  release) frogs and salamanders&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jump into thick piles of fresh hay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Play  hide and seek in the dark with a tribe of friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pick flowers  and make bouquets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Build a fort&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pound some nails&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make a  homemade toy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make a paper airplane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make a toy parachute&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ride  a bike across the lawn with no hand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Skip rocks really well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learn  to tie a good knot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make a lean-to tent from blankets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Camp  outside under the stars&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walk with a flashlight in the night woods  to spot deer and other nocturnal creatures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaze night sky and just  try to make sense of those stars ( or learn the constellations!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Run  outside for hour and hours until exhausted&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fall into bed for a  good night sleep after running for hours and hours&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learn to swim  really well, without fear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learn to canoe or kayak and paddle down a  river or across a lake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tube down a stream and get bumped around  and holler with joy and fear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a pet (or many similtaneously)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plant  a small garden and tend it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grow tomatoes and eat them fresh from  the vine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pick wild blackberries&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pick quarts and quarts of  strawberries and eat your fill as you go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have unlimited strawberry  shortcake as a special summer lunch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plan a neighborhood carnival  with friends and family and build all the props from cardboard boxes.  Donate the proceeds to a favorite charity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ride a bike down a soft  grassy hill that end gently at the base (with one or two friends on the  seat and handle bar)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roller skate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Play with jacks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Master  the game of marbles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jump rope (double dutch)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learn how to  build a campfire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fish (catch and release)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hook a worm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gut  that fish (not me!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make a pie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make a birthday cake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make  lemonade from scratch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Play barefoot in the grass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dip toes  into soft mucky mud or silt along a brook or stream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Slit grass and  make a whistle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pound rocks and sticks with no other purpose than  to pound&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read a favorite book on the lawn, in a hammock&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make  a good friend for life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleep for hour and hours late into the  morning and awake to find a loving parent there to make you breakfast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-686969749227399812?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/686969749227399812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=686969749227399812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/686969749227399812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/686969749227399812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2010/06/childhood-is-calling.html' title='Childhood is Calling'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-3851700382961919332</id><published>2010-01-09T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:28:01.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Advantages of being old</title><content type='html'>1. Kidnappers are not very interested in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No one expects you to run into a burning building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. People call at 9 p.m. and ask, "Did I wake you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People no longer view you as a hypochondriac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There's nothing left to learn the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Things you buy now won't wear out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You can eat dinner at 4 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You can live without sex (but not without glasses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You enjoy hearing about other people's operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You get into a heated argument about pension plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You have a party and the neighbors don't even realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You sing along with the elevator music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your eyes won't get much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your joints are more accurate meteorologists than the National Weather Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can't remember them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your supply of brain cells is finally down to a manageable size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-3851700382961919332?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/3851700382961919332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=3851700382961919332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/3851700382961919332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/3851700382961919332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2010/01/advantages-of-being-old.html' title='The Advantages of being old'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-4325344166882793532</id><published>2009-07-22T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:53:54.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yayyyyyy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/quizzes/quiz/3467"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/overhugger/med.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:250px;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/" style="color:#000;" target="_blank"&gt;Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/" target="_blank" style="color:#000;padding-left:50px;"&gt;Girls Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-4325344166882793532?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/4325344166882793532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=4325344166882793532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4325344166882793532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4325344166882793532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2009/07/yayyyyyy.html' title='Yayyyyyy!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-9121992403210459887</id><published>2009-03-25T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:32:51.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blanket</title><content type='html'>My mom's co-worker is  having a baby and I decided that I wanted to try my hand at knitting a baby blanket so I got to work. She choose the color green because at the time that I started, we didn't know what the sex was (it's a girl btw). But it turned out that their nursery is green so YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of the final work. Well, pictures of it while it is blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/ScpN8mLNSkI/AAAAAAAAAak/u9lXzS_QFH8/s1600-h/P1151696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/ScpN8mLNSkI/AAAAAAAAAak/u9lXzS_QFH8/s320/P1151696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317148013499337282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/ScpOiRtHqcI/AAAAAAAAAa0/YEDJjcJ5bEw/s1600-h/P3121764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/ScpOiRtHqcI/AAAAAAAAAa0/YEDJjcJ5bEw/s320/P3121764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317148660839459266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-9121992403210459887?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/9121992403210459887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=9121992403210459887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/9121992403210459887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/9121992403210459887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-blanket.html' title='Baby Blanket'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/ScpN8mLNSkI/AAAAAAAAAak/u9lXzS_QFH8/s72-c/P1151696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-7691262156500406289</id><published>2009-03-25T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:25:14.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longwood</title><content type='html'>While I'm tired of Longwood and want to graduate, I do love it and don't want to leave. I know...confusing. I would recommend the college to others if you want a smaller school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great &lt;a href="http://www.youniversitytv.com/beta/cvt_outside_link.html?collegeuuid=232"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; that tells about Longwood and it's traditions. Ch..Ch...Check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-7691262156500406289?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/7691262156500406289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=7691262156500406289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7691262156500406289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7691262156500406289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2009/03/longwood.html' title='Longwood'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-3929019719525587092</id><published>2009-03-23T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:49:51.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I plan to do..</title><content type='html'>About 2 years ago my wife and I were on a cruise through the&lt;br /&gt;western Mediterranean aboard a Princess liner. At dinner we noticed an elderly lady sitting alone along the rail of the grand stairway in the main dining room.   I also noticed that all the staff, ships officers, waiters, busboys, etc.,   all seemed very familiar with this lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked our waiter who the lady was, expecting to be told that she owned the line, but he said he only knew that she had been on board for the last four cruises, back to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left the dining room one evening I caught her eye and stopped to say hello.   We chatted and I said, "I understand you've been on this ship for the last four cruises". She replied, "Yes, that's true." I stated, "I don't understand" and she replied, without a pause, "It's cheaper than a nursing home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there will be no nursing home in my future. When I get old and feeble, I am going to get on a Princess Cruise Ship. The average cost for a nursing home is $200 per day. I have checked on reservations at Princess and I can get a long term discount and senior discount price of $135 per day. That leaves $65 a day for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Gratuities which will only be $10 per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will have as many as 10 meals a day if I can waddle to the restaurant,  or I can have room service (which means I can have breakfast in bed every day of the week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. Princess has as many as three swimming pools, a workout room,  free washers and dryers, and shows every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. They have free toothpaste and razors, and free soap and shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. They will even treat you like a customer, not a patient. An extra $5 worth of tips will have the entire staff scrambling to help you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 6. I will get to meet new people every 7 or 14 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. T.V. broken? Light bulb need changing? Need to have the mattress replaced? No Problem! They will fix everything and apologize&lt;br /&gt;for your inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. Clean sheets and towels every day, and you don't even have to ask for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you fall in the nursing home and break a hip you are on Medicare; if you fall and break a hip on the Princess ship they will upgrade you to a suite for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hold on for the best! Do you want to see South America, the Panama Canal, Tahiti, Australia,   New Zealand, Asia, or name where you want to go?   Princess will have a ship ready to go. So don't look for me in a nursing home, just call shore to ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PS. And don't forget, when you die, they just dump you over the side at no charge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-3929019719525587092?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/3929019719525587092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=3929019719525587092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/3929019719525587092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/3929019719525587092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-what-i-plan-to-do.html' title='This is what I plan to do..'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-2271915780665021493</id><published>2009-03-17T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:34:16.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More food goodness</title><content type='html'>I also made &lt;a href="http://bakingbites.com/2009/02/homemade-girl-scout-cookies-samoas-bars/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;...the cookie part was NOT good. The other parts of it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joythebaker.com/blog/2008/09/easy-cinnamon-roll-muffins/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; was also great. The icing was ok....next time I would rather buy the icing from the store but make the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-2271915780665021493?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/2271915780665021493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=2271915780665021493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/2271915780665021493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/2271915780665021493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-food-goodness.html' title='More food goodness'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-8719961432036190318</id><published>2009-03-17T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:32:07.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco Stuffed Shells Recipe</title><content type='html'>I made &lt;a href="http://blogchef.net/taco-stuffed-shells-recipe/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; when I was home for spring break....AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy and very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;h1 class="entrytitle" id="post-401"&gt; &lt;a href="http://blogchef.net/taco-stuffed-shells-recipe/" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-8719961432036190318?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/8719961432036190318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=8719961432036190318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/8719961432036190318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/8719961432036190318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2009/03/taco-stuffed-shells-recipe.html' title='Taco Stuffed Shells Recipe'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-2876355031695853612</id><published>2009-02-20T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:03:37.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/quizzes/quiz/3441"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/spectacular_quiz/smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:250px;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/" style="color:#000;" target="_blank"&gt;Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/" target="_blank" style="color:#000;padding-left:50px;"&gt;Girls Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-2876355031695853612?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/2876355031695853612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=2876355031695853612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/2876355031695853612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/2876355031695853612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-smiles.html' title='all smiles'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-7290378843559710813</id><published>2009-02-17T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:15:28.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Zathura</title><content type='html'>WARNING!! CONTAINS SPOILERS! STROLL DOWN TO BOTTOM TO READ MY REVIEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SZt7u_6FvYI/AAAAAAAAAac/l1i3T8h2eY8/s1600-h/Zathura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SZt7u_6FvYI/AAAAAAAAAac/l1i3T8h2eY8/s320/Zathura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303969033518169474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two boys, Walter and Danny, discover a space themed board game from the basement, where everything inside it becomes real. The boys are eventually drawn into an adventure when their house is magically hurtled through space. The story is similar to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jumanji&lt;/span&gt;, another illustrated book by Van Allsburg (in the book, the Zathura game is contained inside the Jumanji one, although paradoxically the astronaut is revealed to be the creator of Jumanji. Likewise in the movie versions Zathura takes place in the 2000's and Jumanji takes place in the 1960's).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;During the course of the story, the boys must overcome their personal ill-feeling held toward one another in order to survive. They are aided in this by an astronaut who appears as a result of the game. This astronaut is eventually revealed to be an older version of Walter, who had been trapped as a character in the game's world as a result of causing the disappearance of Danny, without whom he was no longer a player. Thus, the game could not advance without Danny taking his turn. This backstory becomes the basis, although the viewer only sees its role as such in retrospect, of parallels drawn between the two versions of Walter, including a revelation of the backstory without mention of his name or that of his brother. He is finally released when Walter summons his brother back to him. Both he and his brother seem to merge with Danny and Walter (after the astronaut turns back into another version of Walter) now that the future caused by Walter wishing Danny away has been erased.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Accompanying Danny, Walter, and the astronaut is their cantankerous elder sister, Lisa, who while not a player is as vulnerable to the dangers present in the game. She is placed in cryogenic freeze for five turns. She develops a crush on the astronaut, and is thus horrified when she finds out that she fell for an older version of her brother Walter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The main villains in the movie are the Zorgons;reptilian&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, biped tool-users who are fond of heat and are attracted to a heat source much like bees are attracted to nectar, because they are cold-blooded. The Zorgons, having burned their own planet to obtain more heat, are nomads who travel through space seeking more to burn and who keep a flock of four-eyed goats on their ship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another character, a robot, first appears as a wind-up tin toy that quickly becomes life-size. It is supposed to defend the players, but as it is malfunctioning it mis-identifies Walter as an alien life form and begins rampaging through the house. Walter uses a "Reprogram" card on the robot, and it instead sets its sights on the Zorgons. A single Zorgon survives the robot's kamikaze attack and sneaks up behind Walter and Danny as they are wondering where Lisa is. Just as it's about to kill them, it is crushed and killed by Lisa with Danny's piano. Unfortunately, a massive Zorgon fleet arrives and attacks after Walter frees the astronaut and his brother.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Danny eventually completes the object of the game, whereupon the house is drawn into a roaring black hole, which Danny realizes is Zathura. The Zorgon fleet is pulled into the black hole, as are Lisa and Walter. Moments later, they have returned to Earth. All the "pieces" of the game (the house, its furnishing, and the players) have been replaced as they were before the game began. The brothers are thereafter much more cooperative with one another. The boys, and Lisa, retain their memories of the game's events in which they all agree never to speak of Zathura again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As the kids get in the car with their mother and drive away, one of their bicycles which drifted off into space falls back to the lawn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY REVIEW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this movie. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time while watching it. This may have been what I was like when I watched Jumanji the first time. It has a great morale to the movie as well. I highly recommend this movie for others. The only problem I really had with the movie was that the younger brother was really whiny and it got on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 1/2 out of 5 stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-7290378843559710813?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/7290378843559710813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=7290378843559710813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7290378843559710813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7290378843559710813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2009/02/movie-review-zathura.html' title='Movie Review: Zathura'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SZt7u_6FvYI/AAAAAAAAAac/l1i3T8h2eY8/s72-c/Zathura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-7920828015785115599</id><published>2009-02-10T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:08:30.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If My Life Were a Role-Playing Game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;If my life were an RPG, this is how my typical day would go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I would wake up in the morning exactly eight hours after going to sleep while standing next to my bed fully dressed.  If I’d had any injuries, such as a cut on my thumb or a sore calf, they would be fully healed.   I would have a &lt;em&gt;lot &lt;/em&gt;of energy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I would leave my house at a full run, neglecting to eat or brush my teeth or change my clothes.  I’d head roughly in a straight line toward work, running through traffic, leaping over hedges, trash cans, or other obstructions.  If I came to a river, and there was not a bridge in the immediate vicinity, I’d just swim across it fully clothed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The door to the office, although locked, would open for me because I have the key in my pocket.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My boss would not ask me to do any work, even if he was right next to me, looking at me, until I chose to speak with him.  He would also have no reaction to me jumping on his desk and kicking his stuff all over the place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Though chairs are everywhere, I would not sit the entire day, even while working at my desk.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I would wear my coat and sweatshirt the entire day, regardless of the fact that it is much warmer in the office than it is outdoors.  If I did decide to take off my coat, it would fall, neatly folded, next to me.  Coworkers walking by would think nothing of walking over it or kicking it aside.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The visitor in the lobby looking for one of my coworkers would not just let me point the way down the hall to my coworker’s cubicle.  He would insist I deliver a message to my coworker personally.  He would wait in the lobby, perhaps for months, until I had delivered the message and returned to tell him I had done so.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After completing this task, and others, I would then be able to choose if I’d like to become slightly stronger, smarter, more durable, or more charismatic.  (Sadly, I would not be able to choose to be a few inches taller.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I would keep track of all my current, and completed tasks, no matter how trivial, in a journal I carried with me. When someone asked me to do something, I would write their instructions down, word for word, or perhaps make a recording of them speaking the instructions for future reference.  Even incredibly important tasks would be unlikely to have a deadline.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I decided to kill a coworker, it wouldn’t be a problem unless another coworker saw or heard me doing it.  If they didn’t, I could then drag the corpse of my coworker around, or leave it in plain sight, and no one would say a thing about it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’d probably skip lunch, but if I decided to eat, I could choose from a large selection of food, like potato chips, fruit and vegetables, an entire ham, bagels, sandwiches, oatmeal, etc, all of which I am carrying in my pockets.  I’d have no compunctions about eating something I’d found on the ground, or meat I’d been carrying with me for weeks.  If I decided to have some wine with lunch, I couldn’t just have a glass:  I’d drain the entire bottle in one gulp.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’d talk to a few people at the office, though some, the ones I don’t know well and don’t really work with, wouldn’t have much to say besides a single sentence, like “I hear the supply cabinet on the second floor is a great place to find office supplies” or “Anytime I want to make a change to my health benefits, I visit Mary Tompkins in Human Resources.”  Or, “Hello there!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the way home (running again), I might stop at the store for cigarettes.  If I didn’t have enough cash on me, I’d simply sell some of my belongings to the guy behind the counter, such as spare ammunition, clothing, food, or a spare wristwatch, until I had enough money to cover the balance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I’d dropped something on the way to work, even if it was very expensive and left right out in the open, it would still be lying right where I’d dropped it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I might talk to a few people on the way home.  They might ask for my help with a sensitive matter, such as escorting their child somewhere, or delivering a message or item to a family member in another city.   They’d absolutely trust me with this task, despite me being a complete stranger.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At home again, I’d run in the door, dump the items I didn’t want to carry on the floor, and head right for bed.  (Actually, this isn’t that far from the truth sometimes.)&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-7920828015785115599?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/7920828015785115599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=7920828015785115599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7920828015785115599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7920828015785115599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-my-life-were-role-playing-game.html' title='If My Life Were a Role-Playing Game...'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-6527967953509689253</id><published>2009-01-29T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:55:02.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review-The Friday Night Knitting Club</title><content type='html'>*Careful! This may contain spoilers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Friday Night Knitting Club&lt;/span&gt;. I borrow the book from &lt;a href="http://anniebananie.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ann&lt;/a&gt; which she received for Christmas. The Book is written by Kate Jacobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book centers around Georgia Walker, owner of Walker and Daughter, a New York City yarn shop. Georgia is a single mother to a pre-teenage daughter Dakota. Having had her heart broken by Dakota’s father James while still pregnant, Georgia was left to find her own way to make a living and support her family. In comes Anita, a spunky, confident, wealthy widow in her seventies who not only helps Georgia start her business, but also works at the yarn shop to keep herself busy after the death of her husband. One day Anita suggests to a regular customer that she could take a seat in the shop and do some knitting. Quickly joined by Dakota (who not only is an accomplished knitter at the young age of twelve, but also an entrepreneur like her mom) Darwin, K.C and Peri and the Friday Night Knitting Club is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SYHQeVPrN4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/d9zYHwS5Wz0/s1600-h/fridaynightknittingclub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SYHQeVPrN4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/d9zYHwS5Wz0/s320/fridaynightknittingclub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296743856281958274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- ---------------------------------- --&gt; &lt;!-- MAIN BODY --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I did enjoy the book. The title drew me into the book as once. Although the book is more about relationships then knitting. Although, they did meet every Friday for the club, a lot of them talked more then they knitted. At one point the club starts to make sweaters and it makes me want to make one as well. Although I'm nervous about making something that fits on my body. My luck, my sweater will end up like Darwin's. While I said I enjoy the book, the ending made me mad. After a certain point I didn't want to read the last chapter. I don't know what lesson Kate Jacobs was trying to get across with it, but it made me very mad about it. The only reason I finished the book was because I called Ann and she told me I had to. I was hoping the book would have some great finish but I was disappointed in it. It lacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would still recommend the book for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I give this 1 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt; out of 5 stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-6527967953509689253?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/6527967953509689253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=6527967953509689253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/6527967953509689253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/6527967953509689253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-review-friday-night-knitting-club.html' title='Book Review-The Friday Night Knitting Club'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SYHQeVPrN4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/d9zYHwS5Wz0/s72-c/fridaynightknittingclub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-1737788602541563404</id><published>2008-12-04T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:44:29.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of knitter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/S/sdamot/1097733262_Guru.gif" alt="1097733262_Guru.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appear to be a Knitting Guru. You love knitting and do it all the time. While finishing a piece is the plan, you still love the process, and can't imagine a day going by without giving some time to your yarn. Packing for vacation involves leaving ample space for the stash and supplies. It can be hard to tell where the yarn ends and you begin.&lt;br /&gt;http://marniemaclean.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-1737788602541563404?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/1737788602541563404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=1737788602541563404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/1737788602541563404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/1737788602541563404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-kind-of-knitter.html' title='What kind of knitter?'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-657500902099475350</id><published>2008-12-04T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:39:22.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knitting Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you knit….&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Afghan - &lt;/b&gt;No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I-cord&lt;/b&gt; - No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Garter stitch&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with metal wire&lt;/b&gt; -No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shawl&lt;/b&gt; - No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stockinette stitch&lt;/b&gt; - yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Socks: top-down&lt;/b&gt; - yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Socks: toe-up&lt;/b&gt; - No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with camel yarn -&lt;/b&gt;No&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mittens: Cuff-up&lt;/b&gt; - No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mittens: Tip-down&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hat&lt;/b&gt; - yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with silk a fine strand with wool for socks&lt;/b&gt; - No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moebius band knitting&lt;/b&gt; - No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Participating in a KAL&lt;/b&gt; -No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweater&lt;/b&gt; - No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drop stitch patterns&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with recycled/secondhand yarn&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slip stitch patterns&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with banana fiber yarn&lt;/b&gt; - hmmm, no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Twisted stitch patterns&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with bamboo yarn&lt;/b&gt; - yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charity knitting&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with soy yarn&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cardigan&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toy/doll clothing&lt;/b&gt; - No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby items&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with your own handspun yarn&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slippers&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Designing knitted garments&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cable stitch patterns&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lace patterns&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publishing a knitting book&lt;/b&gt; - Yeah, um, no!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scarf&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teaching a child to knit&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting to make money&lt;/b&gt; - No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buttonholes&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with alpaca&lt;/b&gt; - No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fair  Isle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; knitting&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dying with plant colors&lt;/b&gt; - No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting items for a wedding&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Household items (dishcloths, washcloths, tea cosies…)&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting socks (or other small tubular items)&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with someone else’s handspun yarn&lt;/b&gt; -no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holiday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; related knitting&lt;/b&gt; - yep, Christmas presents a&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teaching a male how to knit&lt;/b&gt; - yes but he didn't continue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bobbles&lt;/b&gt; - nope&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting for a living&lt;/b&gt; - no, i wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with cotton&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting smocking&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dying yarn&lt;/b&gt; - no but want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting art&lt;/b&gt; - Hmmmm, I don’t  think so&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fulling/felting&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with wool&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Textured knitting&lt;/b&gt; - yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kitchener&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; stitch&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Purses/bags&lt;/b&gt; - gosh yes, love bags!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with beads&lt;/b&gt; -no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swatching&lt;/b&gt; - np&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Long Tail CO&lt;/b&gt; - Yes- I love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting and purling backwards&lt;/b&gt; - nope&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with self patterning/self striping/variegated yarn&lt;/b&gt; - yes, yummy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stuffed toys&lt;/b&gt; - YES! My favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with cashmere (mmm, cashmere!)&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darning&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jewelry&lt;/b&gt; - No.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with synthetic yarn&lt;/b&gt; - Yes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Writing a pattern&lt;/b&gt; - yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gloves mittens are warmer!&lt;/b&gt; - is this a question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intarsia&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with linen&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting for preemies&lt;/b&gt; - yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Short rows&lt;/b&gt; - Yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuffs/fingerless mits/armwarmers&lt;/b&gt; - yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pillows&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting a pattern from an online knitting magazine&lt;/b&gt; - oh yeah!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rug&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting on a loom&lt;/b&gt; - No&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting a gift&lt;/b&gt; - yes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting for a pet?&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shrug/bolero/poncho&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with dog/cat hair accidentally or on purpose?&lt;/b&gt; -ranger hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hair accessories&lt;/b&gt; -no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting in public&lt;/b&gt; - Every single day of my life (when I'm not in school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with buffalo yarn&lt;/b&gt; - no.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Knitting with pygora&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dyeing with food dye/drink mixes&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dyeing with chemical dyes (acid, etc)&lt;/b&gt; - no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-657500902099475350?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/657500902099475350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=657500902099475350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/657500902099475350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/657500902099475350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2008/12/knitting-quiz.html' title='Knitting Quiz'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-5903157798461342503</id><published>2008-12-04T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:29:52.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did a memory kit on knitting and used these comics in it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/STgFYr_2-QI/AAAAAAAAAZk/QebWsM05DYM/s1600-h/pile-of-failure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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is Copyright 1996-1997 by Peter Anspach &lt;&lt;a href="mailto:Anspach@aol.com"&gt;Anspach@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;. If you enjoy it, feel free to pass it along or post it anywhere, provided that (1) it is not altered in any way, and (2) this copyright notice is attached.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Being an Evil Overlord seems to be a good career choice. It pays well, there are all sorts of perks and you can set your own hours. However every Evil Overlord I've read about in books or seen in movies invariably gets overthrown and destroyed in the end. I've noticed that no matter whether they are barbarian lords, deranged wizards, mad scientists or alien invaders, they always seem to make the same basic mistakes every single time. With that in mind, allow me to present... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;h1 align="center"&gt;The Top 100 Things I'd Do&lt;br /&gt;If I Ever Became An Evil Overlord&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear plexiglass visors, not face-concealing ones.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be killed, not kept anonymously imprisoned in a forgotten cell of my dungeon.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shooting is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; too good for my enemies.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the Mountain of Despair beyond the River of Fire guarded by the Dragons of Eternity. It will be in my safe-deposit box. The same applies to the object which is my one weakness.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not gloat over my enemies' predicament before killing them.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I've captured my adversary and he says, "Look, before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this is all about?" I'll say, "No." and shoot him. No, on second thought I'll shoot him then say "No."&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After I kidnap the beautiful princess, we will be married immediately in a quiet civil ceremony, not a lavish spectacle in three weeks' time during which the final phase of my plan will be carried out.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button labelled "Danger: Do Not Push". The big red button marked "Do Not Push" will instead trigger a spray of bullets on anyone stupid enough to disregard it. Similarly, the ON/OFF switch will not clearly be labelled as such.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not interrogate my enemies in the inner sanctum -- a small hotel well outside my borders will work just as well.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be secure in my superiority. Therefore, I will feel no need to prove it by leaving clues in the form of riddles or leaving my weaker enemies alive to show they pose no threat.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my advisors will be an average five-year-old child. Any flaws in my plan that he is able to spot will be corrected before implementation.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All slain enemies will be cremated, or at least have several rounds of ammunition emptied into them, not left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. The announcement of their deaths, as well as any accompanying celebration, will be deferred until after the aforementioned disposal.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hero is not entitled to a last kiss, a last cigarette, or any other form of last request.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will never employ any device with a digital countdown. If I find that such a device is absolutely unavoidable, I will set it to activate when the counter reaches 117 and the hero is just putting his plan into operation.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will never utter the sentence "But before I kill you, there's just one thing I want to know."&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I employ people as advisors, I will occasionally listen to their advice.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not have a son. Although his laughably under-planned attempt to usurp power would easily fail, it would provide a fatal distraction at a crucial point in time.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not have a daughter. She would be as beautiful as she was evil, but one look at the hero's rugged countenance and she'd betray her own father.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Despite its proven stress-relieving effect, I will not indulge in maniacal laughter. When so occupied, it's too easy to miss unexpected developments that a more attentive individual could adjust to accordingly.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will hire a talented fashion designer to create original uniforms for my Legions of Terror, as opposed to some cheap knock-offs that make them look like Nazi stormtroopers, Roman footsoldiers, or savage Mongol hordes. All were eventually defeated and I want my troops to have a more positive mind-set.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how tempted I am with the prospect of unlimited power, I will not consume any energy field bigger than my head.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will keep a special cache of low-tech weapons and train my troops in their use. That way -- even if the heroes manage to neutralize my power generator and/or render the standard-issue energy weapons useless -- my troops will not be overrun by a handful of savages armed with spears and rocks.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will maintain a realistic assessment of my strengths and weaknesses. Even though this takes some of the fun out of the job, at least I will never utter the line "No, this cannot be! I AM INVINCIBLE!!!" (After that, death is usually instantaneous.)&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how well it would perform, I will never construct any sort of machinery which is completely indestructible except for one small and virtually inaccessible vulnerable spot.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how attractive certain members of the rebellion are, there is probably someone just as attractive who is not desperate to kill me. Therefore, I will think twice before ordering a prisoner sent to my bedchamber.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will never build only one of anything important. All important systems will have redundant control panels and power supplies. For the same reason I will always carry at least two fully loaded weapons at all times.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My pet monster will be kept in a secure cage from which it cannot escape and into which I could not accidentally stumble.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will dress in bright and cheery colors, and so throw my enemies into confusion.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All bumbling conjurers, clumsy squires, no-talent bards, and cowardly thieves in the land will be preemptively put to death. My foes will surely give up and abandon their quest if they have no source of comic relief.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All naive, busty tavern wenches in my realm will be replaced with surly, world-weary waitresses who will provide no unexpected reinforcement and/or romantic subplot for the hero or his sidekick.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not fly into a rage and kill a messenger who brings me bad news just to illustrate how evil I really am. Good messengers are hard to come by.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I won't require high-ranking female members of my organization to wear a stainless-steel bustier. Morale is better with a more casual dress-code. Similarly, outfits made entirely from black leather will be reserved for formal occasions.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not turn into a snake. It never helps.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not grow a goatee. In the old days they made you look diabolic. Now they just make you look like a disaffected member of Generation X.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not imprison members of the same party in the same cell block, let alone the same cell. If they are important prisoners, I will keep the only key to the cell door on my person instead of handing out copies to every bottom-rung guard in the prison.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If my trusted lieutenant tells me my Legions of Terror are losing a battle, I will believe him. After all, he's my trusted lieutenant.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If an enemy I have just killed has a younger sibling or offspring anywhere, I will find them and have them killed immediately, instead of waiting for them to grow up harboring feelings of vengeance towards me in my old age.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I absolutely must ride into battle, I will certainly not ride at the forefront of my Legions of Terror, nor will I seek out my opposite number among his army.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be neither chivalrous nor sporting. If I have an unstoppable superweapon, I will use it as early and as often as possible instead of keeping it in reserve.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once my power is secure, I will destroy all those pesky time-travel devices.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I capture the hero, I will make sure I also get his dog, monkey, ferret, or whatever sickeningly cute little animal capable of untying ropes and filching keys happens to follow him around.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will maintain a healthy amount of skepticism when I capture the beautiful rebel and she claims she is attracted to my power and good looks and will gladly betray her companions if I just let her in on my plans.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will only employ bounty hunters who work for money. Those who work for the pleasure of the hunt tend to do dumb things like even the odds to give the other guy a sporting chance.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will make sure I have a clear understanding of who is responsible for what in my organization. For example, if my general screws up I will not draw my weapon, point it at him, say "And here is the price for failure," then suddenly turn and kill some random underling.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If an advisor says to me "My liege, he is but one man. What can one man possibly do?", I will reply "This." and kill the advisor.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I learn that a callow youth has begun a quest to destroy me, I will slay him while he is still a callow youth instead of waiting for him to mature.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will treat any beast which I control through magic or technology with respect and kindness. Thus if the control is ever broken, it will not immediately come after me for revenge.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I learn the whereabouts of the one artifact which can destroy me, I will not send all my troops out to seize it. Instead I will send them out to seize something else and quietly put a Want-Ad in the local paper.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My main computers will have their own special operating system that will be completely incompatible with standard IBM and Macintosh powerbooks.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If one of my dungeon guards begins expressing concern over the conditions in the beautiful princess' cell, I will immediately transfer him to a less people-oriented position.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will hire a team of board-certified architects and surveyors to examine my castle and inform me of any secret passages and abandoned tunnels that I might not know about.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the beautiful princess that I capture says "I'll never marry you! Never, do you hear me, NEVER!!!", I will say "Oh well" and kill her.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not strike a bargain with a demonic being then attempt to double-cross it simply because I feel like being contrary.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The deformed mutants and odd-ball psychotics will have their place in my Legions of Terror. However before I send them out on important covert missions that require tact and subtlety, I will first see if there is anyone else equally qualified who would attract less attention.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Legions of Terror will be trained in basic marksmanship. Any who cannot learn to hit a man-sized target at 10 meters will be used for target practice.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before employing any captured artifacts or machinery, I will carefully read the owner's manual.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If it becomes necessary to escape, I will never stop to pose dramatically and toss off a one-liner.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will never build a sentient computer smarter than I am.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My five-year-old child advisor will also be asked to decipher any code I am thinking of using. If he breaks the code in under 30 seconds, it will not be used. Note: this also applies to passwords.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If my advisors ask "Why are you risking everything on such a mad scheme?", I will not proceed until I have a response that satisfies them.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will design fortress hallways with no alcoves or protruding structural supports which intruders could use for cover in a firefight.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bulk trash will be disposed of in incinerators, not compactors. And they will be kept hot, with none of that nonsense about flames going through accessible tunnels at predictable intervals.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will see a competent psychiatrist and get cured of all extremely unusual phobias and bizarre compulsive habits which could prove to be a disadvantage.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I must have computer systems with publically available terminals, the maps they display of my complex will have a room clearly marked as the Main Control Room. That room will be the Execution Chamber. The actual main control room will be marked as Sewage Overflow Containment.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My security keypad will actually be a fingerprint scanner. Anyone who watches someone press a sequence of buttons or dusts the pad for fingerprints then subsequently tries to enter by repeating that sequence will trigger the alarm system.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how many shorts we have in the system, my guards will be instructed to treat every surveillance camera malfunction as a full-scale emergency.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will spare someone who saved my life sometime in the past. This is only reasonable as it encourages others to do so. However, the offer is good one time only. If they want me to spare them again, they'd better save my life again.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All midwives will be banned from the realm. All babies will be delivered at state-approved hospitals. Orphans will be placed in foster-homes, not abandoned in the woods to be raised by creatures of the wild.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When my guards split up to search for intruders, they will always travel in groups of at least two. They will be trained so that if one of them disappears mysteriously while on patrol, the other will immediately initiate an alert and call for backup, instead of quizzically peering around a corner.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I decide to test a lieutenant's loyalty and see if he/she should be made a trusted lieutenant, I will have a crack squad of marksmen standing by in case the answer is no.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If all the heroes are standing together around a strange device and begin to taunt me, I will pull out a conventional weapon instead of using my unstoppable superweapon on them.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not agree to let the heroes go free if they win a rigged contest, even though my advisors assure me it is impossible for them to win.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I create a multimedia presentation of my plan designed so that my five-year-old advisor can easily understand the details, I will not label the disk "Project Overlord" and leave it lying on top of my desk.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will instruct my Legions of Terror to attack the hero en masse, instead of standing around waiting while members break off and attack one or two at a time.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If the hero runs up to my roof, I will not run up after him and struggle with him in an attempt to push him over the edge. I will also not engage him at the edge of a cliff. (In the middle of a rope-bridge over a river of molten lava is not even worth considering.)&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I have a fit of temporary insanity and decide to give the hero the chance to reject a job as my trusted lieutentant, I will retain enough sanity to wait until my current trusted lieutenant is out of earshot before making the offer.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not tell my Legions of Terror "And he must be taken alive!" The command will be "And try to take him alive if it is reasonably practical."&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If my doomsday device happens to come with a reverse switch, as soon as it has been employed it will be melted down and made into limited-edition commemorative coins.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If my weakest troops fail to eliminate a hero, I will send out my best troops instead of wasting time with progressively stronger ones as he gets closer and closer to my fortress.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I am fighting with the hero atop a moving platform, have disarmed him, and am about to finish him off and he glances behind me and drops flat, I too will drop flat instead of quizzically turning around to find out what he saw.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not shoot at any of my enemies if they are standing in front of the crucial support beam to a heavy, dangerous, unbalanced structure.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I'm eating dinner with the hero, put poison in his goblet, then have to leave the table for any reason, I will order new drinks for both of us instead of trying to decide whether or not to switch with him.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not have captives of one sex guarded by members of the opposite sex.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not use any plan in which the final step is horribly complicated, e.g. "Align the 12 Stones of Power on the sacred altar then activate the medallion at the moment of total eclipse." Instead it will be more along the lines of "Push the button."&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will make sure that my doomsday device is up to code and properly grounded.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My vats of hazardous chemicals will be covered when not in use. Also, I will not construct walkways above them.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If a group of henchmen fail miserably at a task, I will not berate them for incompetence then send the same group out to try the task again.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After I captures the hero's superweapon, I will not immediately disband my legions and relax my guard because I believe whoever holds the weapon is unstoppable. After all, the hero held the weapon and I took it from him. &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not design my Main Control Room so that every workstation is facing away from the door.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not ignore the messenger that stumbles in exhausted and obviously agitated until my personal grooming or current entertainment is finished. It might actually be important.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I ever talk to the hero on the phone, I will not taunt him. Instead I will say this his dogged perseverance has given me new insight on the futility of my evil ways and that if he leaves me alone for a few months of quiet contemplation I will likely return to the path of righteousness. (Heroes are incredibly gullible in this regard.)&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I decide to hold a double execution of the hero and an underling who failed or betrayed me, I will see to it that the hero is scheduled to go first.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When arresting prisoners, my guards will not allow them to stop and grab a useless trinket of purely sentimental value.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dungeon will have its own qualified medical staff complete with bodyguards. That way if a prisoner becomes sick and his cellmate tells the guard it's an emergency, the guard will fetch a trauma team instead of opening up the cell for a look.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My door mechanisms will be designed so that blasting the control panel on the outside seals the door and blasting the control panel on the inside opens the door, not vice versa.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dungeon cells will not be furnished with objects that contain reflective surfaces or anything that can be unravelled.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If an attractive young couple enters my realm, I will carefully monitor their activities. If I find they are happy and affectionate, I will ignore them. However if circumstance have forced them together against their will and they spend all their time bickering and criticizing each other except during the intermittent occasions when they are saving each others' lives at which point there are hints of sexual tension, I will immediately order their execution.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any data file of crucial importance will be padded to 1.45Mb in size.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, to keep my subjects permanently locked in a mindless trance, I will provide each of them with free unlimited Internet access.&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-4167258000539661429?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/4167258000539661429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=4167258000539661429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4167258000539661429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4167258000539661429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-100-things-id-do-if-i-ever-became.html' title='The Top 100 Things I&apos;d Do If I Ever Became An Evil Overlord'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-6508205536891371767</id><published>2008-09-30T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:59:31.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to really survive a horror movie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There are a lot of guides out there that tell you how to survive a horror movie--hell, the movie &lt;em&gt;Scream&lt;/em&gt; even lists a few. But are you really going to trust a horror movie to tell you how to survive... itself? I don't think so. The truth is, none of these lists give you &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the facts that you need; at best they give you a minimal amount of information to comfort you by telling you want you want to hear. Not me, though. I'm here to give you the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; inside scoop. Supposing you find yourself &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; a horror movie someday (which is unlikely, unless you happen to be double-crossed in a deal with the Devil himself, or you're an extra, in which case you're &lt;em&gt;screwed&lt;/em&gt;), this list will actually help you &lt;em&gt;survive&lt;/em&gt; rather than provide you with a bunch of quippy sound bites you can dish out before you are stabbed to death. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;So ignore all those other lists. They will not aid you. Here are the facts that will actually &lt;strong&gt;help&lt;/strong&gt; you see the light of another day. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Never go off by yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Unless you are going to the bathroom. And make &lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt; that every trip to the bathroom involves a Number Two, or at least a very convincing series of farts if you can't muster up the real deal. The killer/monster/evil force will avoid killing you on the can, because it's just awkward and the camera &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; doesn't want to show you in the middle of smashing one out (&lt;strong&gt;Note: obviously if you are fighting toilet based monsters like Ghoulies, ignore this&lt;/strong&gt;). &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Don't be the only minority. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is pretty self-explanatory. If you are the only minority in your group of survivors, you'd damn best find another person who fits the bill (preferably someone who's even &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; of a minority than you) pretty fast. (&lt;strong&gt;Note: you are exempt from this rule if your name is Keith David&lt;/strong&gt;). &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Always make sure you are the second-best looking person (of your sex) there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the best-looking person there, you are dead meat, unless you give yourself some kind of horrific facial scar, in which case you may have a fighting chance if the scar makes you look "hard". If you're the ugliest person, there's really no hope for you unless you attract someone uglier to your survivor party. And if you're just average, you'd better arrange some kind of "accident" for those between you and numeral uno, or you're as good as cannon fodder. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do not be the comic relief. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Unless of course you can create &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; the right balance between humorous and indestructible, like Ash from the &lt;em&gt;Evil Dead&lt;/em&gt; films. Be aware that striking this balance however is almost impossible. If you don't have at least a size 9 chin (measured using the North American Chin Sizing Chart), do not even attempt this. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;5. Never say "I'll be back".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Unless you say it like Arnold Schwarzenegger (and if you &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; Arnold Schwarzenegger).&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Don't have sex. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror film research shows that if you have sex, you will be killed in the middle of the act. However, if you engage in the extremely kinky kind of sex that makes others uncomfortable (like that involving a blow torch, a stuffed chihuahua and a bucket of clams), you will probably be okay, because whatever is trying to kill you doesn't want to walk in on that shit either (&lt;strong&gt;Note: you must be able to keep this up for the duration of the movie&lt;/strong&gt;). &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Always run &lt;em&gt;up&lt;/em&gt; the stairs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapping yourself in a corner seems to run counter to logic, but more often than not it's the people who run for the door leading outside who end up suffering a grisly, horrible death, while the idiot who runs &lt;em&gt;away&lt;/em&gt; from the obvious escape route manages to survive. This is because the movie has to maintain a certain amount of heightened tension--if you're &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; smart and escape &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; easily, the movie doesn't like that. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;8. Be in the military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In a horror movie, if you're in any branch of the military at all, whatever rank you happen to be, you will be equipped with a variety of survival skills--a "jack-of-all-trades", if you will. Chances are you'll possess knowledge of at least all of the following: first aid, piloting, bomb disarming, engineering, heavy vehicle operation, moving silently, trap setting, alien linguistics, and clever quips while operating a firearm.        &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Always listen to crazy bums.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you run into a crazy bum prattling on drunkenly about the supposedly haunted house that you just moved into, or a wild-eyed street person grabs your arm and speaks prophetic words of doom through rotted, crooked teeth, every single thing that they say is true, and you would do well to heed their advice (&lt;strong&gt;Note: do not heed their advice if all they say is "yer gonna die!" or something like that&lt;/strong&gt;). &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Don't be an asshole. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get away with being a bit snarky, but if you're an outright asshole, your number is up (doubly so if your name is Chet). Especially avoid being cruel to women, children, or animals, because then the audience will really look forward to seeing you receive your comeuppance later. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;11. Avoid mythical creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If some creepy, short, ugly mythical creature wearing lots of prosthetics approaches and tries to speak with you, &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; engage it in conversation, and if speaking to it is unavoidable, &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; say anything that can be construed as a wish. The correct response when encountering such a creature is to kick or hit it in the head with a pipe and run away.        &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Never investigate a mysterious noise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're going to discover it was just the cat, but there's also a 50% chance you're going to die within two minutes of making that discovery. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Always be aware of your companions' behavior.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        If your fellow survivor was just fighting zombies and they insist that "Noooooo, of &lt;em&gt;course&lt;/em&gt; I wasn't bitten!" while glancing around all shifty-eyed and nervously biting their lip, don't be afraid to demand a strip search. Sure, you may feel awkward about it, but you'll feel even &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; awkward when they're gnawing into your shoulder. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Don't be a virgin. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a virgin, you're screwed (and I don't mean in the "Yay, I'm not a virgin anymore!" sense). Don't even think for a minute that if you just don't &lt;em&gt;tell&lt;/em&gt; anyone that you're a virgin you'll be okay. The monsters always know. &lt;em&gt;Always&lt;/em&gt;. So if you're a virgin at the start of the movie, you'd best lose that virginity pretty damn fast &lt;strong&gt;(See also "6. Don't have sex")&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;15. Do not take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Seriously, just don't. If there's a shower curtain, there's absolutely &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; chance that you won't pull it back to reveal a crazed knife-wielding killer. In fact, it's best if you don't bathe at all for the entire course of the movie. The resulting stench will drive everything else away, and though it will allow monsters with superior olfactory senses to pinpoint your exact location with ease, it will also encourage them to avoid you that much more (&lt;strong&gt;Note: this tactic does not work against undead, or crazed street bums&lt;/strong&gt;).        &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Don't be overly sentimental. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel overwhelmingly compelled to recite poetry for your girlfriend telling her how beautiful she is or perform love songs on your guitar, you had damn best resist that urge for the course of the movie, or you will probably be &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; most tempting target of all. Seriously, killing your type of character is like black tar heroin to movie monsters. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Do not allow your band of survivors to split up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an argument about your present course ensues (and if you are in a zombie movie, this is inevitable), where one person disagrees with your survival plan and decides they are going to take whoever is willing and split off to do their own thing, you must kill that person immediately. You must brook no dissent, because as soon as that jackass opens that basement door to leave, your secured position is as good as gone and the horde will come rushing in.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Never check to see if something you just killed is really dead. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Trust me, it's a trick. Get an axe. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Never film things with a handheld movie camera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're only asking for a dramatic death scene where the camera falls to the ground and records only the grisly sounds of your terrible, terrible death before the face of your mauled, unblinking corpse falls directly into the frame. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Never go up to a strange house and ask to use the phone if your car breaks down. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your car breaks down on a stormy night, never go up to that dark, creepy house on the corner illuminated by flashes of lightning and ask to use their phone. Seriously, we live in the age of cell phones now, so there's really no excuse for that. Just call AAA and wait in the car. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Don't watch any unlabelled video tapes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're staying in a stranger's house and you find a mysterious unmarked tape in their movie collection, just leave it alone. Trust me, it's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a homemade porno, so don't bother. Come to think of it, even if it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a homemade porno, do you really want to watch that shit? &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;strong&gt;22. Avoid any creepy dolls or toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If your child just found a creepy-looking doll in the attic or basement of the house you just moved into, you need to get rid of it. But &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; burn it! That will only make it angry. Give it to some other neighborhood child, and now it's &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; fucking problem.        &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Don't get drunk, high, or otherwise fucked-up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's a no-brainer. You don't want to impair yourself if there's a crazed killer or evil monster running around. Even if you're in a bar and you are fooled by the illusion of safety in numbers, don't do it. That bar will only become a charnel house of death, and you won't be able to get away fast enough. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Don't live in, go to, or even talk about Maine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Seriously. Every town, city, village and hamlet in that god-forsaken state has been in a Stephen King story by now.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Never take a shortcut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it from me, that shortcut you plan on taking through that meat-packing plant or graveyard to evade the monster is not going to turn out well. Just run in as straight a line as possible. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Okay, obviously these aren't &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the ways to survive a horror movie, but it's a good start, and it's not like I don't have other things to do. If you find yourself in a situation not on this list, well, you're on your own. But perhaps I'll do another list next year. In the meantime, just watch your back (oh, that's a good one! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. 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Then one day, after looking extremely intense or constipated for an hour straight, they will say something so gloriously insightful that it will bring tears to the eyes of everyone who bears witness to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they will never speak again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO - MUCH - STUFF - GIRL/GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a huge backpack with every book for all their classes in it. A change of clothes, an umbrella and groceries. They are always late yet will choose the seat in the front middle next to the projector maximizing the disruption to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGICAL WEAPON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the person that, even though they have a 103.2 fever will still attend class. And will spend more time in class coughing, sneezing, wheezing, blowing their nose, and sniffling than they do not making noise. While their dedication to their education may be set in stone, it is advised to avoid this person like the plague, even if it means missing class to stay healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE KID THAT f*** NO-ONE LIKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid is a douche bag! And for arguments sake let’s call him “DANNY” This kid will attempt to befriend you then manage to say or do something so unspeakably rude or offer some sort of backwards compliment. Parties disassemble whenever this Ass hat manages to find his way to one. Everyone avoids him but secretly watches him to see if he will lose a crutch while walking or roll down the stairs just to get in a good chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE f***' Noo Yawker aka EMPIRE STATE COCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A disproportionately large number of f***' Noo Yawkers are criminal justice, law, public administration, political science and urban planning majors. Actually from Long Island, the f***' Noo Yawker has the uncanny talent of injecting the fact that they're from the NYC area into just about every conversation. They complain about just about every aspect of their college town, saying that it's inferior in some way to NYC. "You can't get a good bagel at 3:00 on a Sunday morning!" "The pizza here sucks!" They'll even take positive traits of their new surroundings and turn that into a negative - "The subway here in Washington is too clean! It's not a real f***' subway like in Noo Yawk, with litter and bums and rats and panhandlers and the smell of piss and sh*t. That's real, not this sanitized Metro rail sh*t where they won't even let you eat a f*** pastrami on rye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SUBURBAN RAPPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Suburban Rapper can be found in any common area, listening to his own music on his IPOD at an unreasonable volume. Generally (but not always) white, he awkwardly uses the words Dog, Crib, Homie, Phat, G, or Ill. If he spots you, he'll ask you to "peep this new track yo," or attempt to sell you tickets to his half-assed concert. His music is generally unbearable, and if you're lucky, you can get away with only hearing a few verses. He always seems surprised that his poser antics never land him a girl, or a record deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTIVIST ANNIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat related to the man-hating feminist but has plenty more to piss her off than just men. Needs to get involved in every civil rights or ultra liberal campaign that has ever been mentioned on campus. Tries to make a cause out of every problem anybody has with authority, no matter how absurd or completely unfounded the complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU’RE A LITTLE TOO OLD TO BE HERE GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually in the 28-32 year range, this species refuses to let go of the joys of college. Can be found on campus seven days a week, and is always present at EVERY SINGLE FRAT PARTY. Will give you some lame, shady excuse why he’s still in college, and will then befriend you so he can abuse the T1 connection in your dorm room to download porn. Most often has no friends his own age, is unemployed and still lives with his parents. Because he is older than everyone else, he will constantly criticize everyone for acting like children, but will then throw a tantrum when you won’t let him play a game of HALO. He loves crappy beer, joints and the cheapest cigarettes available. You can recognize him by his weird and outdated taste in clothing and his fondness for 80’s rock music. Usually very loud, obnoxious and opinionated in the classroom, with traits similar to that of THE EXAM BEGGER and THE INTELLECTUAL SUPERHERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EXAM BEGGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person cannot take a test without first begging for as much review or information as possible. They cannot prepare for a test without first knowing seemingly unimportant details like "How many questions are on this test?" They will beg for extra review sessions, extra credit, and to know the exact breakdown of how the test is scored. They will waste the whole class when a test is announced if the professor doesn't shut them up. They will also spend the entire first session of a class, when the syllabus is presented trying to make homework a much higher percentage of the total grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIBLE SLUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally starts out being the CONVERTER, straight-laced and conservative; they go to church every week and brag about that fact often. This person even has the ability to recite any and every bible verse from memory. Then THE LUCKY BASTARD or JOHNNY THREE LEGS introduces them to the marvels of SEX,and it's all down hill from there, as they descend into the foul pits of whoredom. They of course will still go to Church every week in order to keep up a facade of piety, singing the glories of baby Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BABYFACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid graduated high school early, but doesn't really make a big deal about it. Because of this, his social skills are somewhat undeveloped, and he is quick to attach himself to social groups in order to gain acceptance. Said social groups are quick to make him the subject of their corruption projects, and take great pleasure in getting him drunk/laid/stoned for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE AMICABLE ATHLETE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of the polar opposite of the Hillbilly Gangster, the Amicable Athlete is usually about 6 foot three, weighing in at 225 pounds, and looks like Sam Jackson on steroids. Attending college on a sports scholarship, the Amicable Athlete probably works a cushy job at a car dealership, gets more tail than you can possibly imagine, is more or less constantly high on primo weed all of the time, and is smart enough to know that he's in for an easy ride and to enjoy it and throws great parties! While he might never turn pro, there's a good chance he'll get a good gig on the local AM sports radio station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STAREDOWN-ER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this kid is corrected by another student on anything, no matter how wrong they were, and how right the corrector was, his wrath shall be incurred in the most passive-aggressive manner possible: Silently glowering at their new 'nemesis'. No matter if the incident occurred once, months ago, any time you look in this kid's general direction, he will still be f*** staring at you with the hatred of a thousand warlords. Will probably lead the victim of his piercing gaze to do a number of 'Is he still f*** staring at me?' checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHITE RASTAFARIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of his tie-dyed clothes are made from, like, pure natural hemp, man! He most likely sports an impressive set of dreadlocks and can be easily spotted as he skateboards to his next class. The White Rasta can also be found playing an odd game called 'hackey sack' along with others of his kind in any park-like area, or any place that has a couple of trees nearby, and seem to have an affinity for border collies and other shaggier members of the species canine. They also seem to possess an almost MacGuyver-like ability to create a bong from a combination of nearly any common household objects within a matter of moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEWLY-RIPE FRUIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's gay! You see, he's only just found out and now he's got to make up for lost time. He may have had a healthy interest in sports, or board games - but no more. He tries, for the sake of decorum, to occasionally talk about things that do not directly involve his gayness, but he is unequal to the struggle and five or six minutes down the line, the increasingly one-sided conversation has shifted to his multiple f*** buddies, or one of his alarmingly variegated fetishes. You see, just liking cocks isn't enough - that's not gay enough for the Newly-Ripe Fruit to truly express himself. He must round his sexuality out with public discussion of whips or chains or piss drinking, but more often than not he decides he is a furry as well, and won't let it escape anyone's notice. Possibly does more to set back the cause of tolerance than Fred Phelps ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NURSING STUDENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG BUSY! These girls (invariably) are incredibly busy with their nursing school workload. Despite this, they get sh*t faced constantly with their fellow nursing school students, only to wake up at 5am for their OB rotation. Often incredibly attractive, these girls typically are still attached to the same guy they knew in high school, who they will marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CAVE DWELLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His blinds are never open. His light's never on. He lives by the light of his computer. Whenever he goes out, which is very, very rare, he squints and looks frightened, often power walking to class. He uses the internet for his lectures, and never sleeps when you do, so you can't hang out with your friends/girlfriend at your place. He's not nice, but he's not mean. He's clean, but his room's a mess. There's Mountain Dew cans everywhere. He gets average grades, and he's usually a science major, though sometimes a Lit or English major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSCLES MCFLAUNTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This individual (almost always a guy) has been lifting weights since age 4, and never lets you forget about it. He goes to the gym twice a day, wears nothing more covering than a wife beater, and constantly twitches his pecs just to get you to look at his chest. McFlaunty may or may not be otherwise annoying, but it is a known fact that he eats creatine for breakfast, lunch and dinner to increase muscle mass even further; this will result in four different cancers before he is 30. Occasionally, Muscles McFlaunty will have a lisp, in which case, laugh at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. DEGREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misses degree has no real purpose in college except finding "Mr. Degree" majoring in some lucrative field such as computer programming,premed, law, or engineering. Often packed with great looks, a killer body and half a brain Mrs. Degree has no problem being a mere shadow of their wealthy husband and is always the first to brag and attempt to start "intelligent conversation" on the career of Mr. Degree. Always on the prowl, you may find Mrs. Degree befriending such characters as the Study Nazi, f*** DISGUSTING C.S. MAJOR, and the CEO Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL DISORDER GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoided by everyone, this person possess a crippling social tic that goes completely unnoticed to him. If you're unlucky enough to be identified by social disorder guy in public, you will be followed regardless of how much of a hurry you pretend to be in. You will be forced, due to social etiquette, to engage in a meaningless and awkward conversation that will be filled with characterizations of your self image. Social Disorder Guy is completely comfortable stopping on his way to work for fifteen minutes or half an hour to fill you in on one of two things: either his roommate is moving out again or he has a new job. You have no classes with him, and you never see him except for random times during the day around your campus, yet he considers you one of his best friends. You probably are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ANSWER MACHINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person gets it! They understand the material. They can answer the hard questions that require logical induction and they can form arguments using the material.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, everyone else in the class is either the Quiet, Smart Slacker or The Frat Mattress or I'm Too Important to Be Here. The professor lectures and asks a question and no one will answer. Grated by the awkward silence, The Answer Machine finally answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floodgates open. From the rest of the semester onwards, the class is a dialogs between The Answer Machine and the professor interspersed with infrequent, sometimes mind-numbing comments from The Frat Mattress when she's called on and the slacker when they care. But for the most part, it's The Answer Machine. Even when they don't answer, the professor will call on them regardless of whether or not their hand is raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MEGAPHONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy seems pretty intelligent and contributes with a vast amount of knowledge. Unfortunately he has got no grasp of volume at all. Will scream across the room with a content smile on his face while embarrassing the people around him. When conversing with The Megaphone you can't decide if he is constantly pulling your leg or just doesn't realize what the hell he is telling you. Does never know when to shut up but magically manages to never piss anyone seriously off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GEEK PROVIDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The provider tends to be everyone's best friend when they need something from him. Of his various requests, he spends the majority of his time lofting and unlofting bunks, or fixing people's computers. When he is not doing this, the provider is somehow nowhere to be found. For extra fun, combine THE PROVIDER with the FOREIGN SILENT CURVE DESTROYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. ROTC CADET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often seen traversing campus in fatigues, yet his pack is devoid of water, map, GPS, or other survival gear. Instead, he packs the same Biology 101, Spanish II, and English Rhetoric texts that you do. Known to major in Criminology or Criminal Justice, and may show up to 8 a.m. class in PT gear, not having had time to make it home for a shower and shave after his morning run. Placed by God on Earth to counter the ramblings of Passionate Politico with physical threats (if PP is a male) or ramblings of his own stripping PP of her human/constitutional rights (if PP is a female). Very loyal to his friends and beliefs, Mr. ROTC Cadet is generally a good guy to have as a friend, or at least an amiable acquaintance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. I WORK FULL TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy uses his job as an excuse not to show up and help with group projects. He will claim that he must work all the time and therefore cannot show up for any of the group meetings. Impossible to get hold of outside of class. Generally a 50/50 shot of doing the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC MAJOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the more rare species outside of Music Classes, Practice Rooms, and University Symphony Concerts. The MM spends 50% of their time practicing, 25% studying hard/semi-useless classes which require an A to get accepted to their low-paying major, 25% at band practices, and 25% with their music Fraternity/Sorority...is that 125%? Doesn't matter; MMs party so much that the high alcohol content in their bloodstream causes them to black out and loose that 25%. Tends to only date other music majors because "Only another MM can understand why they have to practice 3-4 hours a day". Depending on the instrument, music majors are laid back, but complain that they are working SOOO hard to eventually get a salary of &lt;$35K a year but that "I love music SOOO much it doesn't matter". Usually makes fun of the Drama Nerd for not being "Real Musicians" and has enough Classical CD's to fill up Amazon.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACEBOOK ADDICT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Facebook Addict often makes references to who changed/added what, and who "its complicated" with who. Most of their sentences begin with "omg did u see _______ on his/her wall?" and end with "Tag it!" They check facebook every chance they get, only to get pissed when they dont have a new wall post from when they last checked it 18 seconds ago. They are amazed by those who mini-feed say they have "no recent activity" and how they have such self control. The FACEBOOK ADDICT often joins many groups and is only moments away from becoming the FACEBOOK ZOMBIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STUDIO ART MAJOR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The S.A.M. totes around a humongous portfolios (often containing works of art only other S.A.M.'s can appreciate) manages to whack near passersby's and destroy other objects in their path. The studio major whine's about spending all their money on ridiculously expensive studio supplies, yet they have enough for a regular smoke...you know, for the stress. Unfortunately, studio courses are inhumanely time-consuming, so the S.A.M. are almost always held up in the studio labs, yet the degree is absolutely worthless, thus resulting in a downward mental spiraling of the said major students. You could spot them easily by their odd sense of "fashion", consisting of articles such as striped socks, ripped jeans and unsightly hairstyles. The best way to test if an individual is a studio arts major is to ask him/her to help you count, as most can't do math to save their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTELLECTUAL SUPERHERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellectual Superhero is neither an intellectual nor a superhero, but don’t tell him that! The Intellectual Superhero is easily identified by his complete inability to allow a class period to pass by without asking at least 654 questions designed to show how "witty" and "clever" he is. He will attempt to prove the professor wrong in every class with his inane bullshit, regardless of the fact that the professor has a doctorate in the field. If it’s a science course, the Intellectual Superhero will attempt to solve every problem using an alternate method, which is always incorrect. But don’t worry; he’ll still manage to waste 20 minutes of your life with his insane method of solving the problem. At least you’ll get to laugh at him when the professor proves him wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FACE BOOK ZOMBIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person comes to class every single time, yet spends 100% of class time on their laptop. They believe that if one comes to class, one will somehow absorb the material telepathically from the professor. They usually are on Face book, Forums (Many are Goons) Some sort of RPG, Solitaire, you name it. The important thing, though, is that they are not paying attention to class at all, Ever. They tend to hover in the back, and have ultra quick minimizing reflexes if a lone TA should wander back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ETHNIC TREASURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes from a multi-ethnic back ground, and will constantly bring this up. They will write articles in the school paper about how delightfully confused they are about not knowing which ethnic stereotypes to conform to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE "GARY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name is very personal and is why I choose to use it, it became a code word for these type of guys. Not exclusive to university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually an unattractive guy who thinks he is a stud and acts like he is hung like a porn star. Thinks he can charm and seduce any woman by lecherously rubbing her back and give back massages while trying to undo her bra. Always touching up girls even if they give the message they are not interested, even in front of their boyfriend. But thats cool, he has a black belt in Karate so will be ready to fight off any pissed boyfriends. Carries a pair of handcuffs with him and loves to put girls through bondage in the pub even if they don't want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY LIVE AT THE COFFEE SHOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be an on-campus coffee shop or one right near campus, but either way they're there. Always. The group can get quite large, but there's a core of about four people. Usually this core consists of: a fat, annoying girl; a gay guy; a theater major (male or female); and an older guy, either a grad student/limpet or a townie. This core group will invariably occupy the coffee shop's only couch; if there are more than one, they will occupy the best couch. No matter where you are in the coffee shop, you will hear them laughing, shouting, calling one another hot, singing along with the song playing on the stereo ("omigod I luv this song!!"), and erupting into a chorus of "BYEEEE's" whenever one of the group finally decides to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 YEAR OLD COLLEGE STUDENT WITH 2 KIDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 45 Year Old College Student with Two Kids is one of the more interesting persona's found in the college classroom. This subject has returned to school in an attempt to better her life, which is a great endeavor. However, there are a few things about this person that will make you want to punch her in the face by the end of the semester. The 45-year-old college student with two kids must write down every word the professor says. This will cause the class to be peppered with calls of "can you repeat that" approximately every 0.23 seconds. Second, she must ask the most obvious questions, preferably ones the professor has already answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FLEETING LOVEBIRDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprised mainly of Freshman, these two are fresh out of high school, and are gonna be in love forever. They take all the same classes together, they've got their first apartment together, and they're inseparable. Most of the time, one of the two had the chance to a scholarship at a better school, but turned it down in the name of love. They'll sit together in class, are always the first to volunteer for group work together, and will no doubt be broken up by the end of their first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NIGHT OWL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying up long after you've gone to bed, a Night Owl roommate may periodically awaken you with a laughing fit after reading a Chuck Norris joke on some crappy forum or heating water in the microwave for a 3 AM cup of ramen. May be seen complaining about the lack of places open in town at 1 in the morning on Tuesday night. The Night Owl is also likely to skip morning classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GUY WITH INHUMAN HALO SKILLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy doesn't have "mad skills"; Instead, there is no word in the English language that properly describes how good this f*** is with a plasma rifle or pistol. He looks rather ordinary, with no unusual physical features, nor obvious personality quirks. But give him an Xbox, and a copy of Halo, and prepare to have many recurring nightmares of what you're about to see.&lt;br /&gt;You could swear that the The Guy with inhuman Halo skills has found a way to wire an Xbox to his brain, because there is no other explanation to how impossibly good he is.&lt;br /&gt;He quite literally can chuck a grenade at a difficult-to-reach weapon, and the explosion will launch the said weapon straight at him, as if he was pulling it telekineticaly. He knows the location of every item on every map, and knows exactly when that item is gonna respawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID UGLY FAT GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Ugly Fat Girl feels the need to enter into every single class discussion, completely disregarding the fact that she has nothing of substance to add to the conversation. Stupid Ugly Fat Girl cannot construct a sentence without using the words "like" and "um" at least 12 times for every 2 other words. She always wears clothes that are too tight, and seems partial to gaudy rhinestone shirts with incredibly original phrases such as "Princess" strewn across the front of her sagging cow tits. The only way to actually learn something in a class with the Stupid Ugly Fat Girl is to distract her attention with a shiny object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ONE UPPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This student will make it a point to one-up anything that comes out of anyones mouth. You study for a test for 6 hours? He studied for 10. You drank 12 beers? He drank 20. You've broken your arm twice? He's broken his 3 times. The interesting thing to note about the One-Upper is the fact that everything he says is a lie, but he has convinced himself its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMALL TOWN GODDESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hails from some microscopic town where she maybe had 5 or 6 classmates in her graduating class, the Small Town Goddess is what is known as HOT. SMOKING HOT, in fact. Like, all-natural, blonde haired and blue-eyed 1973-ish Playboy bunny-like hotness. However, for some reason unknown to science, she somehow did not develop what is commonly known as 'Hot Chick Syndrome' and is, instead, incredibly sweet, good natured and friendly to a fault. This, naturally, causes most members of the opposite sex to be baffled by this seemingly incongruous behavior. Many a man have approached her, yet few can stand to be around her for very long. Why, you ask? The fault lies not with her, oh dear reader! Nay, the fault comes from realizing that she is honestly squeaky clean and you, by comparison, are like some filthy hobo in your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY FRAT BOY - or - SALLY SORORITY CHICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there’s certainly nothing wrong with being in a Greek organization, some people take their involvement in these groups a little too seriously. These are the people who can’t go 2 consecutive days without wearing their shirts from some drinking party they went to last weekend. Johnny Frat Boy likes to brag about how many beers he slammed down on Tuesday night, while Sally Sorority Chick acts as though she is too immaculate to be tarnished by your presence. In either case you shouldn’t worry about these two personality types too much because they only associate with each other. This brings me to another point: when you see these people outside of class, it is perfectly acceptable to run them over with your motor vehicle of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY NAZI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study Nazi is in school for one reason: to get good grades. Unfortunately for Study Nazi, he’s not that bright and he struggles with his classes. That doesn’t stop him from letting everyone know how long he studied for that 5 question quiz though. Study Nazi, much like the Intellectual Superhero, will ask questions constantly during class. However, the Intellectual Superhero has some grasp of the material. Study Nazi, while he can quote his books and his notes verbatim, has no idea what any of it means. Under no circumstances should you approach Study Nazi outside of class. Doing so will only remind him that he’s losing valuable time that he could be using in the library and you might get hurt in his frenzied dash to get there as quickly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE KARAOKE SUPERSTAR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possessing the incredible ability of knowing the lyrics to every song ever written, but unfortunately lacking the talent to flaunt it properly, the Karaoke Superstar molds every moment of their life into that of an American Idol reject. Whether it be wailing along to their favorite Nickelback song at the bar, or belting out Phil Collins in the dorm shower at 8 in the morning, the Karaoke Superstar fails to hit the right notes every time. Those in earshot will reel in horror at the audio assault, exclaiming "Oh my God, a cat fell into the blender!" or "It sounds like someone is scraping a cheese grater across 200 feet of blackboard!" The Karaoke Superstar falls under the category of "completely ignorant," believing their vocal stylings to be those of a professional. Frequently an actual Music major, mentioning their shortcomings will result in a major blow to their ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LUCKY BASTARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amorphous presence, he is in your class just to make you feel crappy. He doesn't try, isn't smart, and may even be a mean SOB to people, yet gets lucky breaks in grades/finding a job/getting a girl. For instance he bombs a test but the professor loses it and acknowledges he took the test and gets the class average, or finds an emotionally unstable girl who clings to him and does anything he wants regardless of how he treats her. He also will get a job because of a crappy reason like him and the recruiter like the same baseball player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BALANCED GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're a fairly sociable bunch with lots of common sense, and they have fairly diversified skills. These guys seldom try to draw attention to themselves but also have a healthy amount of self-esteem (Balanced Guys generally don't attack/insult people in any way unless they feel it's warranted). They're willing to learn a little about everything and can be found in places such as the gym lifting weights, or even in a kitchen working on their cooking skills... or....sometimes in their room masturbating to a wide variety of downloaded porn clips. Who knows what Balanced Guy will do next. They aren't spendthrifts, but they aren't penny pinchers, either. They play both sports and video games. When it comes to discussions of any sort, balanced guy keeps an open mind and generally takes a politically "moderate" stance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILENT FOREIGN CURVE DESTROYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent Foreign Curve Destroyer has nothing better to do than study. While the average of the rest of the class is a respectable 45%, Silent Foreign Curve Destroyer has approximately a 1351% in the course, thereby totally destroying any chance you had of passing the class. Silent Foreign Curve Destroyer can be identified by the fact that he will be in the library before you get there and stay far after you've left. He will almost certainly wear the same clothing throughout the entire course, and, while he may be human, it's more likely that he's some kind of magic robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CELLPHONE TERRORIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cellphone Terrorist has the capability to disrupt classes without even being present. They will leave their belongings in class as they go for a bathroom break when, suddenly, the sound of "My Humps" fills the room. Yes, that's The Cellphone Terrorists new ring tone for this week and it isn't going to stop until they return. Those unfortunate enough to be sitting beside The Cellphone Terrorist will hang their head in shame as piercing gazes are shot directly their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon return, The Cellphone Terrorist will usually check their missed calls and proceed to call said person back by means of a covert coat-over-the-head technique that they have perfected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f*** DISGUSTING C.S. MAJOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f*** Disgusting Computer Science Major is the reason that you don’t want to go to class. He bathes roughly once every leap year and wears the same "totally awesome" Japanese video game (the import version was so much better) shirt for half a semester at a time. No matter how far away you get from him, the stench seems to travel across the room and assault your nostrils. f*** Disgusting Computer Science Major has no time for the English language, and he will often ask questions that make little to no sense and lack any sort of "grammatical structure." He’s the only character that can actually give Silent Foreign Curve Destroyer a run for his money on the intellectual scale, but that’s only because he was probably born with knowledge of linear algebra and differential equations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGENDA ASSAILER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Agenda Assailer has (surprise!) an agenda to push on everyone else. If you’re in, say, a science class you’ll get to hear about how the scientist who discovered some principle was a racist or misogynist and therefore his scholarly work is somehow meaningless. Even though the rest of the class is just there to learn, the Agenda Assailer will attempt to turn every class into a political debate. Here’s an example from a history class:&lt;br /&gt;quote:&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence.&lt;br /&gt;AA: How can you even SAY that?!?!?!?! He owned slaves!!!&lt;br /&gt;Professor: Well, yes. But he still wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;AA: Well then he’s a hypocrite and we should THROW OUT the Declaration of Independence!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VISIBLE MINORITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the only one in your class, sometimes he makes sure that everyone knows it. Most of the time he's pretty cool tough, you just need to get to know them better. Excels at making you feel bad about random comment you make on his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ANIME FREAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime Freak is somewhat of a rarity outside of computer science and/or Japanese courses. However, you still might encounter one in some humanities cores. The Anime Freak will always be wearing button down shirts with a dragon or some kind of Dragonball Z character on it. Also, anything with Japanese writing on it is always cool in the eyes of Anime Freak, even if it makes absolutely no sense. Do not approach the Anime Freak outside of class, unless you want to run into a situation like this:&lt;br /&gt;quote:&lt;br /&gt;You: Hey, what’s up?&lt;br /&gt;AF: I think episode 185 of [insert horribly obscure anime show here] is the best because they use the Power of the Light to slay the dragon beast and save the world from total destruction!!!&lt;br /&gt;You: Um… I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ENGINEER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who is rarely seen without a TI-83 Plus or higher model calculator, and actually knows how to, and does, use all the functions of said calculator. Often makes jokes that one outside of the Engineering spectrum will not understand, or makes really horrible ones, or both. Example: "I'm pretty sure it was a zero-force member..." "that's what she said." Takes many science/math courses that are said to "strongly relate to core Engineering" and "provide a base for higher level courses" but in reality 99% of skills in said classes are rarely used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAJOR ELITIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, he’s not in the military! Ha ha! All blatantly bad jokes aside, the Major Elitist is generally some type of science or engineering major who looks down on anyone who might even think about getting a humanities or business degree. After all, we all know that the only thing that’s important is science. All that other mamby-pansy bullshit like "History" or "English" or "the world economy" is just a bunch of feel-good rhetorical nonsense anyway. Besides, any jackass can get a liberal arts degree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NON-CONFORMIST CONFORMIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Non-Conformist Conformist is an interesting species. While he tries to "fight the man," he is unable to do so without conforming to another group. The Non-Conformist Conformist can be easily identified by his Rage Against the Machine or Che Guevara t-shirt and dark green corduroy pants. During the winter he will be wearing a military field coat from Germany with a patch on the side, and he often carries a wallet on a chain. You can identify him in the classroom because he’ll feel the need to share with the class his opinions of pop culture. He’ll use a condescending tone of voice because he’s better than little sheep like you. That’s all right though because whether it be the punk, goth, or any other subculture, the Non-Conformist Conformist declares boldly, "I choose to not fit in by fitting in with a DIFFERENT group!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASHION MONGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Monger is on the bleeding edge of fashion! While having some nice clothes is something everyone should invest in, Fashion Monger’s entire wardrobe has been purchased from stores so hip that you've never even heard of them. Apparently, it’s "hip" and "with it" to pay 500 dollars for jeans that were hand stitched by the hardworking people of Taiwan. And, as we all know, 50 dollars for a silk-screened t-shirt is a completely reasonable price, as long as it was designed by an gay Italian man. Yes, nothing says, "I have too much money and not enough common sense" quite like buying clothes with fancy designer labels that are marked up 1000%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SOCIABLE SLACKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the guy who went out of his way to talk to you on the first day. Was really personable, seems like a normal, social person. He even suggested trading phone numbers just in case you needed help. Fast forward to the second week of class - he's not there. Same goes for all the classes until right before the midterm when you get a call. "Hey man, what's up? How's it going? Oh yeah, I missed the last class can I borrow all your notes and photocopy them? Yeah, we should go grab a beer one day." No show again until the final where he calls you up again asking for notes. And that beer? A complete fabrication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARADISE LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart, sheltered kid with a childhood full of religious superstition and intimacy issues. Finally gets into a relationship (aka LAID) and gets suicidal when the breakup comes a few months later. Will either hang himself in the woods or emerge as an improved species. Flip a coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEO JUNIOR III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born to wealth and privilege and toting an ego the size of Australia, CEO Jr. III will rarely be encountered outside of econ, business and business-related courses (like the lower level computer sciences). Much like the Fashion Monger, CJ3 is fascinated by brand names and drops them wherever possible. However, instead of dropping "real" designer names, he'll brag about the cheap sh*t he bought from Abercrombie last week. Success is what he's aiming for, and he'll probably get there, but only through his dad’s business connections. Like the Study Nazi, he is not particularly bright, though his particular mode of achieving good grades consists of stroking the professor's ego with appropriate questions and office hours schmoozing. Like the Sociable Slacker he is unfailingly cheerful, but his cheeriness, much like everything else about him, is completely insincere. He is astoundingly successful at getting laid for reasons which are at present unknown to science. It's probably best to avoid crossing him in social circumstances since he can wield his people skills like a weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SKIMMER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skimmer is easy to identify. He always sits in the back of lecture halls and is usually asleep 10 minutes into class. It is not uncommon to hear The Skimmer brag about how much studying he didn't do for that quiz coming up. The Skimmer is not usually found in higher level courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SCOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scout is always in lecture before you. Even if you show up five minutes early. The Scout will use his backpack, notebook, textbook, or anything larger than a piece of paper to cordon off the entire front row for his or her friends, who show up five minutes after the class has already started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PHANTOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A completely unremarkable student in every way, THE PHANTOM shows up for classes, does the work, and... that's it. You will never see THE PHANTOM outside of class - Existing on his sheepishness and fueled by his silence, even if you live next door to THE PHANTOM you'll never hear a word of him, sometimes can be combined with f*** Disgusting Computer Science Major for a truly wholesome experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORMER MILITARY SERVICEMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, when I was in Iraq ..."&lt;br /&gt;And basically media misrepresentation is the cause of virtually everything bad in society these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALLEY GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women who appear to be made entirely from bronzed plastic, with lips glossy enough to successfully buff the floor of a shopping mall. Don't bother remembering any of their names, as one valley girl is completely indiscernible from the next. Often seen courting Ugly Assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY THREE LEGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually an average-looking, somewhat lanky guy, Johnny Three Legs is extraordinary on one respect: his ten inch penis. Flaccid. How do you know? Well, he's the guy that faces towards everyone else in communal showers. In dorms with individual showers, he dries himself off in public areas, and spends just a bit more time naked than other residents, who usually whip on a towel before they even draw the curtains open. Pity his poor roommate, usually a lonely computer science major that is still a virgin, who is kept up awake at nights from the cries of Johnny Three leg's dates - "Ouch! That hurts! Ungggnmph! Oh yeah ... yes ... God ... OUCH! Let's try it another way .... yes ... oh God ... oh Jesus ... OUCH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADDEN JR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This student's life revolves around sports. He can quote sports scores, character stats, and just about anything from some obscure game last week. Not only did he watch it, he studied it while his classmates were studying for that quiz he failed. He usually arrives in class approximately 10 minutes late wearing his favorite sports team hat and jacket, only to talk about sports for the entire class. Interestingly, the Madden Jr. rarely, if ever, has any athletic ability of his own, and is often obese due to a diet consisting entirely of nachos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PREMED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pre-med has a 4.0 cumulative GPA and has junior standing even though he's a first semester sophomore. He's got a &gt;90 average in every class this semester, but is absolutely terrified that he's going to fail them all. Can often be heard making wild assumptions about grading schemes and arguing with the TA over 0.25 point deductions on exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING ME UP, KNOCK ME DOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He/She is a mystery wrapped in an enigma. One day he will roll out of bed, take an exam without studying, and beat you by two full letter grades after you spent the night studying. However, the next day, you show him your 0.96 GPA only to find out that he is maintaining a 0.86 (largely from the fact that he stopped attending a class because it conflicted with his favorite television program.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is always there to help. Whatever jam you have yourself in, he will, with ease, find a way to pull you out. However, he will do so with so much reluctance, he makes it sound as though Sisyphus (look it up) had an easy go of things. He will passive aggressively start conversations about what a drag it is being the designated driver, only days after he drove your drunk ass home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the infinite conundrum of friendship. He is always there for you. Unfortunately he is always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABBLING IDIOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid is sort of like intellectual superhero except that he's not really out to prove a point through questions, but rather through his personal experiences. He is in class to spill as many anecdotes as he can possibly think of, which, for the most part, only relate to the subject at hand tangentially. His diatribes are voiced in an overly sincere tone, which I'm sure he believes makes his stories sound more real, true to life, and hard hitting. Amazingly, his stories always tend to agree with the professor's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell that he thinks he's truly oozing schmooze, and that he's also in love with his own voice. It is unknown to me whether his stories are rambling and incoherent because he's trying to hear his own voice for an extended period of time, or whether he's just a babbling idiot. Evidence suggests: Babbling idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WANNA BE COMPUTER GEEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can be found in groups often discussing old internet fads while downloading songs and files from P2P networks. Often annoying to the people around them. Will shout out "LOL INTERNETS" at random times and you can hear some old techno songs in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COMMENTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tends to occupy the center of the room for maximum visibility. Always nods along with the professor. Provides his/her own commentary, largely to herself, during lecture while jotting down notes. Most commonly uttered phrases are variations of: "Oh yeah", "Exactly", "Well, that's interesting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;Prof.: DNA is blueprint for life.&lt;br /&gt;Comm.: [Nod] [Nod] Uh-huh. Well, ain't that something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VACATION GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy didn't want to go to college in the first place, but did because he didn't want to disappoint his parents and teachers by not trying. So he picked a party school, never went to class, and treated the whole thing as a $40,000, year long, spring break away from shitty middle class suburbia. Then disappeared to a distant part of the country never to be heard from again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BLONDE ASIAN TAMER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female in a science degree who probably shouldn't be. However, due to chemicals she emits from her hair, holds sway over Silent Foreign Curve Destroyer or other male Asian students who do her beck and call. Part hive mind, part parasite. Identify by remarks like "This stuff is so hard, Haji, you're so smart" or "What did you get for number 1?". Usually a sub-species of Sally Sorority Chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PASSIONATE POLITICO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever wing of the political bird he resides within he'll be damned sure to inject his angry rhetoric and sound bites into any classroom conversation regardless of topic. Often twitchy you can spot an outburst before it happens by looking for a grimaced mouth, spasming eye, tapping foot or softly pounding fist (because he thinks no one will notice), then out comes the insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. UNCERTAINTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Uncertainty isn't really that bad a guy to have class with, as he's virtually guaranteed never to disrupt the class proceedings. Even when the teacher asks him a question directly, he'll attempt to deflect it through a magical combination of stuttering, fumbling, and vague sentences that trail off in the middle. He probably doesn't take very good notes, but he's there every day in hopes of making up for the fact. He probably has at least two majors and a third concentration that he's considering, but it's all perpetually up in the air since he doesn't really know what he wants to do. Because of this, you'll almost never see him in an advanced-level class, since he's always going back and satisfying the core requirements for a different major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROFESSOR CORRECTOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This student loves to volunteer class time to correct the professors' menial mistakes. Did he say 90% instead of 85%? Was he off an important date by a year? The Corrector will grab this opportunity immediately. Does the textbook back up the professor? Well that's wrong too! The whole world is filled with misinformation, and only this noble lad can spend 20 minutes setting the professor straight as everyone silently whispers "I HATE YOU." They may be a student, but they already years ahead of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBNOXIOUS CAR DRIVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling out of the parking deck at the speed limit while letting pedestrians cross will not fly while the OCD is around. Loud tire screeching, reeving, horn honking, and blasted music must be accompanied at even the slowest street. They will outrace and outmaneuver vans in 20 mph zones. They will rev their engine to make sure they reach the stop sign 20 feet away fast enough. Their car is modified to maximize every scrape, screech and scratch to it's highest volumes. If it's not unnecessarily loud, they are not driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAMA NERD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often found roaming (or more often loafing) in packs of 4 to 7, the drama nerd is best known for not shutting the f*** up ever and oh god I mean ever regarding new musicals, old musicals, how non-theater majors are intellectually devoid of any redeeming quality, who got cast where, etc. The drama nerd is mostly self-delusional, and if one is to ask it about it's past, the response often involves "well you know I just had the WORST time in high school I mean nobody understood me there but when I got to college I just felt like a BUTTERFLY, able to finally open my creative WINGS" and other such inane metaphors. The Drama nerd does, somehow, get laid all the goddamn time, but only by other Drama nerds, resulting in chain-reaction mega-drama-bombs that will certainly resonate throughout the school because these losers will not shut up about how Johnny Actor face "TOTALLY USED ME" at high volumes in the library during finals week. Somehow possessing both the largest and smallest reserve of self-confidence of any college student simultaneously, ladies and gentlemen: the Drama Nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CONVERSATIONALIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find this one at the back of the class, and they tend to travel in herds. She spends all semester having conversations with the people around her, that have absolutely nothing to do with the class, usually pertaining to her boyfriend, a movie she just saw, or a party she was at/plans to attend. Completely ignorant of the people around her who are actually trying to pay attention to the lecture in a typically difficult subject. Another common trait of The Conversationalist is her apparent lack of any sort of school supplies (including pens, pencils, paper, and the freaking textbook) Sociologists have theorized that this is a subconscious ploy designed to draw more people into The Conversationalist's tangled web of distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FACULTY MEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a student who has become very involved and uses his major as a replacement for a social life. He may, or may not work in the department office, but you'll see him wandering around the office anyway, chatting up the actual faculty. Maybe having lunch in the waiting area. He's only annoying when you actually have a class with him and he takes on the role of a teaching assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE JACKASS OF ALL TRADES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man is seemingly adept in all subjects, and will boast about it too. Hear him complain about how easy his last Abstract Algebra exam was, how he wrote his African paper two hours before its due and how little he prepared for his sociology presentation. His weakness is poor social skills. Ask about his girlfriend for massive emotional baggage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHILOSOPHER STONER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily identifiable by his red eyes, incoherent speech, and the lingering stench of marijuana, the philosopher stoner may or may not be a member of NORML, and probably won't go to class very often. On the off chance that he actually attends a class, god forbid the professor mention anything related to drugs, because suddenly the philosopher stoner will turn into a walking, talking version of erowid.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TO IMPORTANT TO BE HERE GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is much too busy to do something as menial as class. She's in a sorority, she's in the student senate and she's got a boyfriend on the lacrosse team. She treats class like it's a bother- much like a PTA meeting. During the entire class period, her blistered thumbs are hammering at the tiny keys on her super expensive new cell phone that Daddy's bought her three times because she keeps wearing it out. Whenever the professor asks her to stop her hammering, her face curls up worse than Reese Witherspoon's after eating out an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEER IN HEADLIGHT CHICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, she's quiet. She's so quiet she'll duck down when the professor looks to ask questions. The second she's called on to give a speech, her entire body tenses up. Very rarely will a word escape her mouth that's not "Uhhh" or "Like". She's known for freezing up for periods of greater than one minute during in-class presentations, much to everyone else's amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SNIPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kid, usually a male, who sits in the back of the class and will constantly spout out smart ass remarks at the professor in an attempt to act like he really doesn't really care for the class and thinks he is super cool cause he can be so disrespectful in class. But this guy is important cause when the class starts dragging and getting boring, he can usually lighten the mood. Annoying and funny at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE REDNECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The redneck managed to get into the college because he went to a backwoods school composed entirely of trailers in a swamp, where 4.0 gpa's are a dime a dozen, and anyone can pass the classes practically by attending. Unfortunately, he is probably going to fail multiple classes in a semester and drop out soon. Unattractive, disgusting hygiene, has a taste for inferior websites, loves to hunt, sometimes wears camouflage to class, attends every athletic event, and likes to "Git-R-Dun" occasionally. Nothing more than a friendly nuisance on his own, he is a very dangerous animal in the company of others exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STUDIED ABROAD AND IT CHANGED MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person has spent anywhere from 3-12 months in a country that isn't too different from our own, but it's sooo much better. It's so cultured and you can drink without having the draconian American laws over your back. Most of this student's stories involve getting drunk and hooking up with a creepy older gentleman or passing out on the couch interspersed with some sightseeing. But it changed her life, like OMG I totally know how people in other countries live and I'll keep talking and talking and talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIET SMART SLACKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally found in one of the back rows but not the very back as he is trying to blend in. Doesn't say much in class, only being social when he has to or with people he knows outside of class. Won't disrupt class but if called on will answer correctly. Pays attention, but doesn't always do work, or work hard. Shows up to class 80% of the time, but does 40% of the outside work/study time. Graduates in 5-6 years with a 3.0 but only because of intelligence and test scores, not effort (as shown in number of years taken to graduate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ANNOYING CLONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a person you meet in the class that you share the same interests and hobbies. At first you enjoy talking and hanging out with them, but then all they do is constantly talk about the same interests and never want to talk about anything else, and every day they want to hang out after class and do something related to the point it drives you insane. In the end you end up hating both the person, and what you enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CONVERTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy or gal is a shining beacon of their Religion, and will attempt to bring it to light every chance they get, and attempt to get you to believe in whatever it is they believe. Anytime your classes mention faith, she is the first to preach to the entire class, and say that her deity is what everyone needs to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HERETIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exact opposite of The Converter, this person hates all forms of Religion and despises God. Used to be devoted to a faith, but lost his or her faith through some event in the past, such as a major physical/psychological trauma. This person loves to quote John Milton, and argue with others who believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COMPUTER DUMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot use a computer or any technology to save their life. This person will rely on you to help them type up reports, assignments, or use excel/power point/access for projects. Will also become dazzled if they see you playing any kind of video game or watching a DVD in your dorm, and will want to learn more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LOVE-HATER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy/girl who's too cool for romance, and has to insult every couple that passes their way. Whether staring, snickering, or outright making an idiotic comment, the love-hater somehow tries to be "different" by not looking for an opportunity to pass on their genes. Needless to say, these types are usually at home practicing their five-knuckle shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE "WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THAT" NINJA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are ninjas in disguise, often lurking amongst the normal people. They seem nice at first, but when they come to the part of the discussion of majors, the inevitable question of "What are you going to do with that?" comes up. Usually in a patronizing tone, they also carry shiruken... too bad that the weapons are so far up their a$$es that they can't utilize them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WANNA-BE JOCK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chubby idiot in the back of the classes, busy bragging about the amazing three pointer he pulled in a game with the boys. However, if studied in its natural habitat, the Wanna-be Jock can be seen getting the only sports exposure from a video game console. NOTE: If encountering one of these during its ritualistic video gaming, beware of celebrations. They often involve screaming and waving when they get an extra point on Madden NFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE YING-YANGER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found in most of the female population in college settings, the Ying-Yangers are those who, if approached by someone athletic, will swoon and bend to their every whim. However, if approached by someone of the least bit imperfection, the Ying-Yanger will sneer in disgust... if providing a reaction at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NON-STREET GANGSTA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often seen wearing designer clothes, the NSG is often male. They talk street, smoke pot, and pretend that they are the toughest thing around. Often found hiding from real fights or blasting rap music from a dorm window in hopes to attract a mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THREAT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black trench coat. Few words. Odd knowledge about weapons. And somehow, he always seems to sit next to you in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE APATHETIC GENIUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apathetic genius is the pinnacle of wasted potential. He shows up to most of his classes, and is minorly sociable. He is involved in class discussions but will never write a single page of notes, never does any extra credit or optional assignments, and never even reads the textbook or studies. Despite this he will consistently get A's and B's in every class he takes, all while exerting no apparent effort. This person probably has the ability to cure cancer some day, but years of being unchallenged and socially shunned will lead him to drop out after his first or second year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DUDE WHO KNOWS f*** EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you go, this guy knows somebody he has to high five and chat with for a little bit. He probably grew up in the area, has an outgoing personality, and is involved in a wide variety of activities that breach many social circles. Generally liked, although he may be too outgoing for some people. Generally doesn't have a lot of close friends, but makes up for it in sheer volume. This is the guy to talk to if you're interested in a new hobby, want to join a club, or just want to meet new people. May do incredibly outrageous things to get even more attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE R.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The R.A. lives to f*** up your social life. Lurking behind every dark shadow; The R.A. springs to action and stomps out any signs of fun, ranging from a friendly game of Bingo to a raging smörgåsbord orgy. This guy, often hated by many feels because he is getting free housing owes it to his said college to annoy all with his passive –aggressive confrontational vendetta against all on campus students. All that is missing is a whistle, and a safety badge. Often useless, The R.A. does come in handy when the PHILOSOPHER STONER, JOHNNY FRAT BOY - or - SALLY SORORITY CHICK locks themselves out at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST DOING THIS FOR THE FREE HOUSING R.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This RA just says hi and bye to residents. Decorates the bulletin board and complete the minimal number of required programs. This R.A. is cool as sh*t, but makes it clear they are only here for the free housing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN-HATING FEMINIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually found in Women's Studies or English classes. They find enjoyment in discussing how the standard of beauty is too high and how the opposite sex has taken over the world. They also tend to wear clothing that shows off cleavage in order to show that they are comfortable with their bodies. They tend to be loud in class discussions and easily annoyed by male classmates. Almost every conversation turns into a discussion of how men are degrading women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I-PLACED-INTO-HIGHER-LEVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="datawrap"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-CLASSES-YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;-SHOULD-THINK-I'M-THE-sh*t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-CAUSE-I-DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This individual is a Freshman, who managed to get placed into upper level courses. Because of this, he will establish a heightened feeling of self-worth, and will consider himself to be a worthy equal to the majors in said department. Will bring up the fact that they are a FRESHMAN at every opportunity, and will become confounded when the upperclassmen in the same major aren't fawning over him or trying to suck his cock out of amazement at how awesome he must be, because he's taking upper level classes, but he's merely a FRESHMAN. Will most likely be despised by all other majors of the department, but will remain oblivious to this fact and try to strike up pointless conversation, mostly focusing on how they are a FRESHMAN TAKING THE SAME CLASS AS YOU. If it is a language course, they will try to chat in that language, regardless of the fact that you won't understand what-the-f***. Not because they're better than you, but in their pretentious righteousness, they don't realize they completely suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SILENT, STRAIGHT-LACED GEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is rather shy, quite studious, probably pretty conservative, and usually somewhat attractive in a sort of clean, traditional, classic way. Sometimes, her quietness or straight face may be misinterpreted as indifference or the "get away from me" look, but once you get to know her, she is actually quite nice and makes a decent friend. She doesn't drink or smoke - not because she's a "goody two-shoes", but because she genuinely has no desire to. This girl may end up a loner if she's not careful - spending countless hours locked away in her dorm room, reading, or (if she pushes herself a little) can be found actually socializing. Gets along with most people, has a decent social circle, but holds just a few close friends. May need a little push to get involved in activities. Makes a reliable friend. Is a hard worker, but can enjoy having fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SKATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually listens to "emo" music and wears nothing but skate brands, sagging jeans with a belt and t-shirt (sometimes a hoodie and a beanie). The skater is rarely seen without skateboard in hand. He is not particularly bright, nor does he say much. These types when not skateboarding through campus by themselves travel in pacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WANNABE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type pretends to know everything about a few subjects and will attempt to impress you with their extensive knowledge on said subject. Often times someone who actually knows what they are talking about will correct the wannabe, however the wannabe will argue his or her side until someone presents them with hard evidence that they were actually wrong. The wannabe will change their personality according to who they are with. No one knows what the wannabe is actually like because he/she is always changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE INDIE KID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indie kid is the guy/girl who wear nothing but vintage cloths purchase from thrift stores and listens to music by bands that nobody has ever heard of. Indie kids stick together, always involved in some sort of "intellectual" conversation about a worldly event (past or present) that everybody is not talking about. Often times the indie kid will go out of his or her way to mention something obscure to give themselves "indie cred".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EDUCATION MAJOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a freshman, the education major parties excessively, because he or she knows in subsequent years, they won't be able to have any more late nights out due to having to go to field experience at a local school. The education major finds themselves wishing they could sign up for an 8 AM class because it feels like sleeping in when he or she compares it to waking up for field or student teaching at 5:30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND/BRIDE TO BE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually a freshman who is currently engaged. You often ask yourself how long will it last?, Why will anyone mary him/her?, when will he/she know that it may have been a bit too early?(After the divorce of course :D). Often talks about how he/she will be married soon, and relates alot of the projects he/she has done to marriage. Will need a therapist in the future if it all goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HIGH-SCHOOLER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically a girl and a Freshman. Spends most of her time stereotyping hallmates, classmates, and other acquaintances based on what cliques they would have belonged to in her high school. Her favorite hobby is badmouthing these people because 'in HIGH SCHOOL' she would never have associated with them. She also enjoys critiquing and complaining about every aspect of college which is 'different' from her high school experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M RIGHT, YOU'RE WRONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person has a very strong opinion about EVERYTHING and will force it down the throat of EVERY PERSON that opposes them. This is made intolerable by the fact that the "I'm right you're wrong" 's opinions aren't backed up very well or are announced in a very ridiculous and obnoxious manner. This people abuse terms like "liberal, democrat, hippie, freak, tree hugger, terrorist, right-wing, extremist, etc." Very often the opinion is somewhat one sided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE I CAN QUITTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person, smokes, drinks, has other bad habits and can quit whenever they want. When asked to quit they always respond I would but I don't wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CHOIR NERD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mixture of the music major and the american idol reject, this person you can hear down the hall singing La vie Boheme off key and way out of their register. These poor souls actually believe that their major is going to be lucrative one day and let them have something to boast about at their 10 year reunion. They tend to visit their old high school choir and still wear their old letterman that has all the patches from solo and ensemble contests since freshman year. They generally rank themselves as more accepting than the drama nerds but in the end will only talk to each other because "they understand each other."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-7480877507347545317?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/7480877507347545317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=7480877507347545317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7480877507347545317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7480877507347545317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2008/09/summary-of-99-of-people-you-will-ever.html' title='Summary of 99% of the people you will ever meet in college:'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-3941620031293627409</id><published>2008-07-11T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:29:33.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Reasons Not to Date a Tyrannosaurus Rex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SHhBOKG7pKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Awdi3iiqoLw/s1600-h/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SHbJscmnAbI/AAAAAAAAANs/V6Lf4LTZDTk/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221582583412228530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-274883565875369644?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/274883565875369644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=274883565875369644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/274883565875369644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/274883565875369644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2008/07/knitting-for-psychos.html' title='Knitting for psychos'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SHbKM7pJ2mI/AAAAAAAAAO0/J-Xst3iDMg4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-686286073613257800</id><published>2008-07-06T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:19:32.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bacccckkkk!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SHEauTw8J9I/AAAAAAAAANc/Q6_4OWJasEE/s1600-h/P7031570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SHEauTw8J9I/AAAAAAAAANc/Q6_4OWJasEE/s320/P7031570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219982825980962770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know.I haven't been around. But I'm back. I finished my third year and now I'm on summer break. I have been doing some knitting all summer long. Here's a picture of the octopus I knitted for my 6 year old cousin. She chose the colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-686286073613257800?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/686286073613257800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=686286073613257800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/686286073613257800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/686286073613257800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-bacccckkkk.html' title='I&apos;m Bacccckkkk!!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SHEauTw8J9I/AAAAAAAAANc/Q6_4OWJasEE/s72-c/P7031570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-5388148742944623416</id><published>2008-02-27T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:08:33.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baggy Saggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R8YHUW7YUiI/AAAAAAAAANM/qWgxfvhN2-A/s1600-h/P2271436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R8YHUW7YUiI/AAAAAAAAANM/qWgxfvhN2-A/s320/P2271436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171829268415009314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finished my bag!!!!!!! I got the yarn from &lt;a href="http://knitpicks.com/"&gt;Knitpicks&lt;/a&gt;. I chose the green color so it will go with brown and black. Although now I don't think it will as much as I thought in the beginning but whatever. It was very plain and I wanted to spice it up a little more so I sew the material on it. Its really cool because the material has some green in it that matched the bag perfectly. Here is a close up of the bag. You can kinda &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R8YIu27YUjI/AAAAAAAAANU/1Cp5DMmNmM0/s1600-h/P2271437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R8YIu27YUjI/AAAAAAAAANU/1Cp5DMmNmM0/s320/P2271437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171830823193170482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see the colors in the material a little better. The way that I sew its on the bag, I can turn the bag inside out and it will be plain so I can have it with the material on side and without on the other!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I make another one...but I need to finish mom's socks first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-5388148742944623416?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/5388148742944623416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=5388148742944623416' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/5388148742944623416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/5388148742944623416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2008/02/baggy-saggy.html' title='Baggy Saggy'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R8YHUW7YUiI/AAAAAAAAANM/qWgxfvhN2-A/s72-c/P2271436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-4908926389363222408</id><published>2008-02-07T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T13:49:14.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiphopopotomus VS. Rhymnosorous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R6t0OuwLsbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VGvxpBMBCKI/s1600-h/P2071423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R6t0OuwLsbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VGvxpBMBCKI/s320/P2071423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164349194127520178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Remember me? Yeah, I know. Its been forever since I have posted. Life is busy. So anyway, an update. I got a new hoodie today. I love it. I was in the store trying to decide on a medium or a small. Girls, you know how hard it is to choose the right size. I liked the way the small fit but the mediums sleeves were better. If the small shrunk, the sleeves would be short. I finally decided on the medium. That way I can just shrink it a little if I need to. I know you can see the picture but I want to tell you the colors anyway :-) The hoodie itself is dark blue, the words are in green with polka dots. Now, I have to just wait for it to get cold so i can wear it. Although i would rather it be warm then cold. So I will be fine if I can't wear it right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R6t04-wLscI/AAAAAAAAAM8/0Yb5HIvZ4cg/s1600-h/P2071424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R6t04-wLscI/AAAAAAAAAM8/0Yb5HIvZ4cg/s320/P2071424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164349919976993218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knitting news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am still working on my messager bag. It is so boring right now. I worked the base which was just knitting a strip and then I had to pick up stitches and joining them. Then its knitting in the round until I have 20 1/2 ins. In the picture, it is 13 inches. I am getting tired of knitting. I mean, I can't wait till its done but I might kill myself before then. The picture didn't turn out the best. It's a dark forest green. I chose that color so that way it will match with black and brown. Again, girls, you have to think about these kinds of things. I am hoping to finish it before the month is up so I can turn it into &lt;a href="http://theloopyewe.com/"&gt;The Loopy Ewe&lt;/a&gt;. Speaking of The Loopy Ewe, I updated my &lt;a href="http://www.theloopyewe.com/wishlist/"&gt;wishlist&lt;/a&gt; so check it out. Maybe you have a few extra dollars left over and you wish to donate to a poor college girl. (hint hint mom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is getting old. His birthday is tomorrow. He is turning 50. He is actually throwing a big party on Saturday for it. I am going tomorrow to C'ville to meet him and mom in town for lunch and I'm bringing his birthday present. I am excited. I was originally going to go the party but Jason's birthday is Saturday. So I will see dad on his birthday and Jason on his birthday. Sounds fair to me right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;Finally, I have found the man of my dreams. He is always there for me and I know he always will be. He means so much to me and I don't think I could love anyone more. Scroll down to see him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R6t7TuwLsdI/AAAAAAAAANE/FNUhjD_crBc/s1600-h/P2071425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R6t7TuwLsdI/AAAAAAAAANE/FNUhjD_crBc/s320/P2071425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164356976608260562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's my teddy bear, Poobie. I had a hard week last week and mom sent me this picture of him. He made my day! I get to see him tomorrow when I go see dad for his birthday! I wish he could come to college with me but mom won't let me bring him in case something should happen to him. I love you Poobie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-4908926389363222408?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/4908926389363222408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=4908926389363222408' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4908926389363222408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4908926389363222408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2008/02/hiphopopotomus-vs-rhymnosorous.html' title='Hiphopopotomus VS. Rhymnosorous'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R6t0OuwLsbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VGvxpBMBCKI/s72-c/P2071423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-606883838034005459</id><published>2008-01-12T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T14:30:39.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't normally do things like this, but &lt;a href="http://www.callmekdez.blogspot.com/"&gt;Knikki&lt;/a&gt; tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Link the person who tagged you&lt;br /&gt;2.) Tell 7 facts about yourself&lt;br /&gt;3.) Tag 7 people at the end of your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #7 - I am in love with The Little Mermaid. Being obsessed is an ok thing right?&lt;br /&gt;Fact #6 - I love the show Degrassi and is really sad I can't watch it while at Longwood&lt;br /&gt;Fact #5 - I also love the show LOST but I just got into it in Sept.&lt;br /&gt;Fact #4 - People have told me they come to parties just because I am there.&lt;br /&gt;Fact #3 - I love to knit. I can knit dinosaurs, scarfs, hats, socks, baby booties, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Fact #2 - I am really scared of needles. They make me pass out&lt;br /&gt;Fact #1 - When I leave home, and hug my teddy bear Poobie goodbye. I cry. I miss him so much while at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people to tag: Ann, Whitney, Jenn, Chris (thats all I have that have blogs....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-606883838034005459?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/606883838034005459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=606883838034005459' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/606883838034005459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/606883838034005459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-normally-do-things-like-this-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-9220058429268327883</id><published>2008-01-12T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T14:15:41.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>go ahead....get drunk off me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Recipe For Ellen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/drink.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts Flair&lt;br /&gt;2 parts Aspiration&lt;br /&gt;1 part Craftiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash of Bravery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish off with a little umbrella and straw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatstherecipeforyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's the Recipe for Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-9220058429268327883?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/9220058429268327883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=9220058429268327883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/9220058429268327883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/9220058429268327883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2008/01/go-aheadget-drunk-off-me.html' title='go ahead....get drunk off me'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-4644056070769265045</id><published>2008-01-10T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:06:41.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitiled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Kittens play with yarn, they bat it around. What they're really doing is saying, "I can't knit, get this away from me!"&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-4644056070769265045?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/4644056070769265045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=4644056070769265045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4644056070769265045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4644056070769265045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2008/01/kittens-play-with-yarn-they-bat-it.html' title='Untitiled'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-1357898157743844558</id><published>2008-01-10T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T17:13:28.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Kids Movies That Lied to Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Production companies have made millions giving children exactly what they want: whether it's to be an adult, get rich, or meet David Bowie, indulging childhood fantasies is a hallmark of family films. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Imagine the trauma those same children undergo when they're forced to realize that being an adult sucks, getting rich entails smuggling drugs in your ass, and meeting David Bowie entails smuggling drugs in your ass. Well, as children scarred by the false expectations set up in films, we say no more! Below, eight movies that are begging to be unmasked for the dangerously optimistic propaganda they really are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. The Parent Trap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="Title"&gt;What it Led Us to Believe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Our parents divorce was all the result of a silly quibble that they've long since forgotten about, and all it'll take to get them back together are a few songs, a camping trip, and some shoddy split-screen effects.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) If your parents have split up, don't bother learning to cope with it in any healthy or meaningful way. Instead, just desperately cling to the dream of a reunited family and use any form of deceit necessary to manipulate them back into a (presumably) loveless hell of a marriage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;The Cold, Hard Truth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/ptdivorce.jpg" align="right" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the original version of the film, Hayley Mills plays a set of reunited twins who get their parents back together by switching places and forcing them into a meeting, simultaneously foiling the designs of the father's current girlfriend (who, it conveniently turns out, is a straight-up gold digger). Not only is this plan of Rube Goldberg-caliber complexity, it also assumes that your parents are still in love and that dad's girlfriend is a bitch he's just dying to unload. In reality, if your rich dad left his wife for a younger girlfriend, odds are she's got particular ASSets that he's not going to want to just leave BEHIND. Okay, puns over.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the remake of the film, the story remains basically the same, but Hayley Mills is Lindsay Lohan, the dad is Dennis Quaid, &lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/realdivorce.jpg" align="right" /&gt; and the parents literally state that they &lt;em&gt;don't remember&lt;/em&gt; why they ever got divorced. That's all well and good for Dennis Quaid, but our parents sure as hell remember why they got divorced, and in most cases it involved restraining orders, late nights at the office and four-hour shouting matches about undersalted meat loaf.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;Damaging False Beliefs Traceable to Film:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bursting into song is an acceptable way to express deep emotional wounds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our estranged Dad is in all likelihood a rugged, handsome vintner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Somewhere out there is our long-lost identical twin, and she's an attractive preteen girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/bigbanner.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;What it Led Us to Believe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 1) Adults spend most of their time dancing on giant pianos, getting paid to test toys, and winning beautiful women away from their boyfriends, and all we have to do to become one is locate a magic robot gypsy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; 2) A good place to start? Our local carnival. Because there's nothing that will end your childhood faster than sneaking around the darkened tents of a carnival backlot and asking whoever you run into if there's anything they'd care to show a little boy. (Actually, this turned out to be a pretty effective way of ending our childhood, though no magic robot gypsy was involved.) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;The Cold, Hard Truth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the movie &lt;em&gt;Big&lt;/em&gt;, Tom Hanks gets paid to tell a toy manufacturer which toys kids will like. You know what that's called? Market research. You know how much you get paid to do that in real life? A handful of Cheetohs and a Styrofoam cup of Sierra Mist.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In reality, most adults make a living by selling off little pieces of their dignity to an asshole in a tie until they finally go home one night and "forget" to turn the car exhaust off in the garage. Also, gypsies aren't magic (unless looking crippled when you're not is magic) and playing the piano with your feet is a good way to get kicked out of most establishments. You really want to give up the next twelve years of your life in exchange for turning into Tom Hanks? Sure, it sounds okay, until you stop to consider that it means in a little under twenty years you'll look like this:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/uglytomhanks.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;Damaging False Beliefs Traceable to Film:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Trampolines make good floors.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our nagging suspicion that all the pricks we meet are just kids trapped in adult bodies, and while we slowly suffocate in our own awkward neuroses, they are marveling at the wonder of the adult world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Elizabeth Perkins is a pedophile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Blank Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/blankcheckbanner1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;What it Led Us to Believe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 1) If we ever get our hands on a signed blank check, we can proceed to the nearest bank and withdraw as much money as we want, then stuff it into every pocket of our Jansport backpack and walk out with no questions asked. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 2) Money really will bring you total happiness, and if you happen to steal that money from a dangerous criminal, no sweat! He'll just be captured through a series of highly unlikely events, because there's &lt;em&gt;no way&lt;/em&gt; God would let him come to your castle and murder you with a claw hammer for daring to cross him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;The Cold, Hard Truth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The archetypal 90's scamp in this movie has got such a huge set of balls it's a wonder he's able to move, let alone defraud a bank. First &lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/blankcheckcrying.jpg" align="right" /&gt; he steals a million dollars, then he uses a "hacked" Macintosh Performa 600 to perfectly mimic a human voice and buy a castle complete with go-kart track and water slide, making him the single greatest computer engineer of his era. In real life, he would have been promptly pulled aside while waiting in line at the bank and stood whimpering while his (probably drunk) father was called to come pick him up/beat him for wasting the nice peoples' time. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;Damaging False Beliefs Traceable to Film:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Money is the only relevant index of human success.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All dangerous criminals are really just incompetent &lt;em&gt;Home Alone&lt;/em&gt;-style comic relief.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Somehow, somewhere, there is a luxurious, well-maintained castle that can be purchased for under a million dollars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Labryinth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/labyrinthbanner1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;What it Led Us to Believe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 1) That if we ever get stuck babysitting our bratty younger sibling, a simple evocation of the goblin horde will not only rid us of her, but introduce us to a number of amusing muppet friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; 2) The kidnappers we've been constantly warned about by our parents aren't really a threat, as they are easily identified by their sequin-covered cravats and habit of singing about Dance Magic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; 3) Babies are an easily-avoided burden.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 4) Life's challenges are rarely more frightening than a maze filled with felt, and when you get to the end you get the chance to bone the guy that wrote "Major Tom."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;The Cold, Hard Truth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/labyrinthdance.jpg" align="right" /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kids that try and evoke the Goblin Horde don't get valuable lessons in responsibility; they get put under professional supervision by child psychologists. &lt;em&gt;Labyrinth's&lt;/em&gt; female protagonist would have been charged with child endangerment, criminal negligence, and putting a rift in the fabric of reality. Worse, all the muppet friends she (and by proxy, we) fell in love with are nothing more than inanimate heaps of laundry being wiggled around by a middle-aged guy who makes a living putting his hands up fake asses. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;Damaging False Beliefs Traceable to Film:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Learning to contact juggle crystal spheres will make your the coolest kid in school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There is a secret world of magic and wonder, and if we're good enough, we'll get to see it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Dark Crystal&lt;/em&gt; was awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/darkcrystal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;What it Led Us to Believe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 1) If the babysitter died while watching us, it meant a summer full of fun, cash, important lessons in maturity, and budding teen romance with the cute guy who works at the corndog place. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 2) There's no better way to introduce your younger siblings to the subject of their own mortality than by having them stuff the corpse of an elderly woman into a box and ditch it outside a mortuary. With no mother there to answer all the pounding questions they'll have about their own inevitable deaths, you're free to tell them whatever you want!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; 3) Having your parents out of town and old people dead and out of the way presents the perfect opportunity to bond the family and land a high-paying job at a fashion design firm, pioneering your own line of 80's clothing and embezzling funds all without any lasting consequences. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(Yes, that all happens in the movie.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;The Cold, Hard Truth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/babysitter.jpg" align="right" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;The kids in this movie are legitimately pleased that their babysitter keels over while their negligent mother is away on an extended vacation. They do everything short of popping champagne and pissing on the body, all because the woman happened to be a little strict.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;In reality, there are only two ways your babysitter can die while watching you. One involves listening to her garbled screams as a masked intruder drowned her in the bath she was drawing for you and your siblings. The other involves a stench like someone lit a thousand farts. Either way, the only important lesson in maturity you're likely to get is when you have to tell your younger sister that Mrs. Calloway is "just sleeping" and drag her body to the garage to wait for your Mom to come home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;Damaging False Beliefs Traceable to Film:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One day, we too could look as cool as David Duchovny looks in this movie:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/cooldavid.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mom will always forgive us, as long as no one was hurt. After all, what's the important thing: Embezzlement and massive fraud, or that we all had good intentions?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Christina Applegate would make a good mother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  The Neverending Story&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/neverendingstorybanner1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;What it Led Us to Believe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 1) Reading books is your ticket to a magical world of adventure, heroism, and condoned truancy. So what if kids beat you up every day before school? &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; get to skip class to read in an attic and mutter to yourself!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; 2) Go ahead and tell your teacher all about your adventures in Fantasia when she catches you ducking out the fire escape; at least you'll get to go to a Counselor that way instead of detention.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;The Cold, Hard Truth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;News Flash: The only version of &lt;em&gt;The Neverending Story&lt;/em&gt; you know anything about is the movie. Why? Because most books are not only terrible, but can take several days to finish. The kid you identified with in &lt;em&gt;The Neverending Story&lt;/em&gt; is the same kid who will go on to become founder and only member of your High School's Juggling Club. And if you think just because you read a book a Luck Dragon is going to appear and help you scare away bullies, you're about to get the shit beaten out of you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/newempressdying.jpg" align="right" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;But perhaps the worst expectation this movie sets up in kids is the idea that if you believe in something with enough fervor, fantasy can become reality. If only you dream &lt;em&gt;hard enough,&lt;/em&gt; magic &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; happen, stories &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; come alive, and you too can be a hero. Not hearing any voices from beyond? Still stuck working at Taco Bell to pay off credit card debt? Books continuing to spiral into disuse? Well, that's on you, you unimaginative little shits. Guess you just didn't want it bad enough, did you? We'll be sure to tell the Childlike Empress that as she slowly and painfully dies from your lack of imagination.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;Damaging False Beliefs Traceable to Film:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Atreyu is an excellent band.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A recurring nightmare about our horses drowning in a bog.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A deep-seated fear that once begun, all stories will continue indefinitely until our deaths.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Jack&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/jackbanner1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;What it Led Us to Believe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 1) Being afflicted with a degenerative aging disease from birth entails buying pornography and booze at age ten, becoming the universally beloved Valedictorian of your High School, and then leaping into a car and driving off to a graduation party at which your eighty-year-old penis will presumably be repeatedly sucked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 2) The Valedictorian of your High School will get invited to graduation parties. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;The Cold, Hard Truth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack&lt;/em&gt; features Robin Williams as a kid suffering from Werner's syndrome, with some Progeria mixed in for good measure. One big problem there: Werner's disease and Progeria don't make you steadily age at an accelerated rate as shown in the film. Rather, they make you age rapidly at the onset of puberty, develop spindly arms and legs, a "bird-like" face, and any of a wide range of age-related diseases including (but not limited to) cancer, heart disease, diabetes, and cataracts.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Pretty much the only age-related thing you &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; get from it is senility, leaving your unequipped teenage mind to grapple with the moral quandary of why God would punch you in the soul so very hard for no apparent reason. Our guess? In your past life, you greenlit the movie &lt;em&gt;Jack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;Damaging False Beliefs Traceable to Film:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our son's lazy eye isn't a birth defect, but a boon that will win him the admiration of his peers in school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Young kids are completely open to people with special needs, and treat them with dignity and tolerance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Robin Williams has the mental capacity of a ten-year-old child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/robinwilliamssucks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/charlieandchocolatebanner.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;What it Led Us to Believe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 1) That if we ate enough chocolate, we'd not only get to see how chocolate is made (by happy singing slaves in a wonderland of make-believe), but we'd become KING OF CHOCOLATE.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 2) Only dumb slobs and spoiled brats have to work regular jobs; if you're really a good kid, you'll end up with the job of your dreams. If you don't...well, apparently you're just not a very good kid.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; 3) But the most important message? &lt;strong&gt;Take candy from strange men.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;The Cold, Hard Truth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Willy Wonka would have long ago been run out of business and imprisoned, if not for sweat shop practices or scaring the shit out of a boat full of kids with footage of a dead chicken, then at the very least for the hygienic complications of letting a fat kid wallow around in the chocolate reservoir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://cdn-www.cracked.com/articleimages/wong/chocolateresevoir.jpg" align="right" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another Cold, Hard Truth? There is no such thing as a chocolate reservoir. The candy you eat is made of chemicals with names like Maltodextrin and Calcium Stearate that ooze out of gray plastic tubes and get handled by listless workers who despise you for being middle class. Eat enough of it and all you get is fat. "Fun Size" indeed. Even the real-world attempt at producing Willy Wonka-brand candy has resulted in nothing more promising than Nerds, Spree, and an "Everlasting Gobstopper" that lasts about eight minutes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Title"&gt;Damaging False Beliefs Traceable to Film:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Little people enjoy working long hours for no pay, and most of them have candy on their person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;An unnatural aversion to film of chickens being decapitated.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lick enough wallpaper and you'll eventually find the Snozzberry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-1357898157743844558?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/1357898157743844558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=1357898157743844558' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/1357898157743844558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/1357898157743844558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2008/01/8-kids-movies-that-lied-to-us.html' title='8 Kids Movies That Lied to Us'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-1592488383249786734</id><published>2008-01-02T18:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:09:56.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Best Movies of 2007 (and 10 Worst One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;50. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0418279/"&gt;Transformers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director Michael Bay took an washed-up, aging toy line and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transformed&lt;/span&gt; it into one of the biggest, baddest action flicks we've seen in a long time.  Throw in a charming performance from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0479471/"&gt;Shia LaBeouf,&lt;/a&gt; and 'Transformers' hit harder then Optimus Prime on steroids.--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erik Davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Personality, I looooooved this movie. It was great and Shia was hott in it. It was a great action movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0480249/"&gt;I Am Legend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the mind-blowing epic many hoped it to be, but there's a lot to be admired in this post-apocalyptic actioner. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000226/"&gt;Will Smith&lt;/a&gt; puts on a heck of a one-man show as the lone mutant-bashing human in a virus-ravaged New York. And the views of a decimated NYC are absolutely haunting.--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tom DiChiara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;48. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0805564/"&gt;Lars and the Real Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"&gt;Ryan Gosling&lt;/a&gt; could take an eww-inducing role (strange loner buys inflatable sex doll and falls in love with "her") and turns the creep factor off, the charm factor way up. A strong supporting cast (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0165101/"&gt;Patricia Clarkson&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0607865/"&gt;Emily Mortimer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0773973/"&gt;Paul Schneider&lt;/a&gt;) helps to warm up the Minnesota winter .--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angie Argabrite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;47.&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0368794/"&gt; I'm Not There&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001331/"&gt;Todd Hayes&lt;/a&gt; deconstructs the biopic with a film in which six actors--led by the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000949/"&gt;Cate Blanchett&lt;/a&gt; amazing --represent Bob Dylan at various phase of is life. Equal parts challenging and audaciously inventive, it's a portrait  of the artist as complex and fascinating as Dylan himself.--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patricia Chui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;46. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0292963/"&gt;Before the Devil Knows You're Dead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001486/"&gt;Sidney Lumet&lt;/a&gt;! After decades without a hit, the 83-year-old director was the Comeback Kid of 2007 with this tense, tightly woven thriller about brothers (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000450/"&gt;Phillip Seymour Hoffman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000160/"&gt;Ethan Hawke&lt;/a&gt;, both first-rate) whose lives come completely undone after a botched robbery. --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;45. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0398808/"&gt;Bridge to Terabithia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it's not: 'Narina' lite, as you may have be led to believe by some misleading marketing. What it is: a moving tear-jerker that sensitively and delicately deals with the joys and pains of adolescence. Boys may be lured in by the creatures, but they'll stay for the depth of emotion. Really --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;44. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0473308/"&gt;Waitress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't just another tender, quirky, heartwarming comedy. After all, how many of THOSE did you see this year? Sweet but never mawkish, "Waitress' features  a knockout cast , with a radiant &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005392/"&gt;Keri Russell&lt;/a&gt; as the sad, hopeful waitress of the title. Come for the pie ... stay for the movie. --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;43. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0829459/"&gt;A Mighty Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like 'United 93', this drama can be painful to watch, but its profoundly rewarding in the end. In one of the best performances in '07, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001401/"&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/a&gt; disappears under the darker hues and curlier hair of Marianne Pearl, all the more impression given the star's rampant overexposure. --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kevin Polowy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;42. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0462538/"&gt;The Simpson's Movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words: Spider Pig. It was worth the wait for our favorite animated TV family to finally hit the big screen, and while Springfield was polluted in chaos, Homer and clan were there to freshen up our summer with some of the funniest gags they've ever produced. --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0401997/"&gt;Breach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This suspense-filled flick chronicles the biggest security breach in U.S. History, but at it's core is a gripping buddy story between the FBI veteran (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0177933/"&gt;Chris Cooper&lt;/a&gt;) betraying this country and the  ambitious neophyte (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000202/"&gt;Ryan Phillipe&lt;/a&gt;)  charged with outing him .   Bros before ho-meland? Not so much. --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;40.  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0416449/"&gt;300&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We! Are! Sparta! Ok, so we are actually not, just huge fans of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0811583/"&gt;Zach Snyder&lt;/a&gt; graphic-novel-goes-to-big-screen hit. And now we finally understand why &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0124930/"&gt;Gerard Butler&lt;/a&gt; -ites are so slavishly devoted. We take orders from the Scottish he-man anyday. --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Personality, I did not care for this movie. I spent the entire time having a popcorn fight with my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;39. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0480242/"&gt;Dan in Real Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some critics found the loving family in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0136797/"&gt;Steve Carell&lt;/a&gt;'s  poignant dramedy unrealistic. We feel sorry for some critics. Plot contrives aside, 'Dan' succeeds both in capturing the dynamics of a large clan and telling helluva a love story.  Carell almost made us forget about  'Evan Almighty'.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost.&lt;/span&gt; --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0461770/"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001131/"&gt;Patrick Dempsey&lt;/a&gt; really is McDreamy, even as a uptight lawyer; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0010736/"&gt;Amy Adams&lt;/a&gt; is far more appealing then Meredith Gray as Giselle, a fairy-tale princess come to life; and just to call &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005188/"&gt;James Marsden &lt;/a&gt;Prince Charming, since he oh-so-adorable as guy candy. The Disney magic has turned on its ear, and we like it. --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;37. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0772168/"&gt;Grace is Gone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n a career-best performance (he should get an Oscar nod for his bull-legged walk alone), &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000131/"&gt;John Cusack&lt;/a&gt; is a flag-waving father of two whose wife is killed in Iraq. This tear-jerking drama might be misconstrued as a political statement, but finally it's a heartrending tale of human loss. --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;36. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0808417/"&gt;Persepolis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefully constructed to mirror the bestselling graphic novel it's based on (it follows a teen girl's coming-of-age story during the Islamic Revolution), this animated film is funny, engaging and brutally honest in its portrayal of Iranian people and their quest for freedom.--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;35. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0427470/"&gt;The Lookout&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In accident victim with lingering memory problems (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;Joseph Gordon-Levitt&lt;/a&gt;, in a gut-wrenching performance) gets wrapped up in a bank heist gone awry in this criminally underseen film. Still wearing his beard from 'Squid and the Whale,' &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001099/"&gt;Jeff Daniels&lt;/a&gt; steals scenes as his blind roomie.--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;34. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0386032/"&gt;Sicko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601619/"&gt;Michael Moore&lt;/a&gt;'s doc about the failings of the U.S. healthcare system might be his least controversial film to date, but that doesn't make it any less incendiary. It's informative AND entertaining, and does what all great art should: It ignites discussion and leaves you wanting, um, Moore. --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0796368/"&gt;Talk to Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In a Best Actor race more crowded than a 1968 James Brown concert, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000332/"&gt;Don Cheadle&lt;/a&gt; will almost certainly be overlooked for his gaudy portrayal of radio revolutionary Petey Greene. But it's the type of performance that turns what could've been a cookie-cutter biopic into a sure-fire crowd-pleaser. --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;32. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0808357/"&gt;Lust, Caution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in WWII-era Shanghai, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000487/"&gt;Ang Lee&lt;/a&gt;'s 'Brokeback Mountain' follow-up is courting as much controversy as his cowboy love story did. Though it's China's submission for an Oscar, the MPAA limited its audience with an NC-17 rating. Which is a shame -- Lee's erotic thriller is a sumptuous treat. --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;31. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0427327/"&gt;Hairspray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the perfect storm of filmmaking: a movie musical based on a Broadway musical based on a movie (John Waters' camp classic), and all three of them are terrific. Giddily exuberant and bubbling with good cheer, it's an homage to fun that even musical-haters would be hard-pressed to resist. --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two words: ZAC  EFRON! Worth seeing movie because of him. Plus, great song and dance scenes. Also, let's not forget John Travolta in a dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0427309/"&gt;The Great Debaters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to dismiss this drama as 'Remember the Titans' gone academic, as the film undisputedly follows sports-movie conventions (there's even a training montage!). But tell us what's so wrong with finding inspiration, especially within the context of a truly astonishing American triumph. --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0443706/"&gt;Zodiac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Fight Club' director &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000399/"&gt;David Fincher&lt;/a&gt; helmed this moody flick about the real-life search for the infamous Zodiac killer. Not even &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0350453/"&gt;Jake Gyllenhaal&lt;/a&gt; could solve the puzzle, but strong performances and stark, dark direction make this thriller resonate long after we've left the crime scenes.--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;28. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0464141/"&gt;The Orphanage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite a horror film but a superbly chilling ghost story, the Guillermo del Toro-produced 'Orphanage' is that rare movie that will make you leap out of your seat in fear one moment, then weep with sorrow the next. (But hang onto your handrest -- you'll be leaping again soon enough.)--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;27. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0829482/"&gt;Superbad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take a superfan to know that &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0031976/"&gt;Judd Apatow&lt;/a&gt; was superhot in 2007. Of his films, this foul-mouthed, supremely hilarious comedy about three teens on a quest for the high school holy grail (beer, boobs and bigger ... brains) ranks lowest on our list, but really, it's like picking a favorite child.--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;The effing funniest movie ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26.&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/find?q=rescue+dawn&amp;amp;sourceid=mozilla-search"&gt; Rescue Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Werner Herzog's sorely overlooked true-life tale about the only successful escape from a Vietnam P.O.W. camp features a bravura turn by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/"&gt;Christian Bale&lt;/a&gt;, emaciating himself for his art once again. But the film's real revelation is the gutsy performance of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001872/"&gt;Steve Zahn&lt;/a&gt; -- yep, the dude from 'Saving Silverman.' --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0373889/"&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best films in the series may have given us a "Sirius" death, but not even Voldemort can stop Harry from ruling the world. With only two films left, will Dumbledore's Army lead us out of the closet and into box office record books? We think maybe. --ED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Daniel Radcliffe is hott! And so much better then the fourth one. I just wish Dumbledore would stop PMSing in all the movies. Seriously, has the actor that plays Dumbledore ever read the books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0765429/"&gt;American Gangster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000243/"&gt;Denzel Washington&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000128/"&gt;Russell Crowe&lt;/a&gt; lock horns for the first time since 'Virtuosity' -- and the results are a tad more satisfying (wink). As a vitriolic '70s drug kingpin and the flawed cop on his tail, Washington and Crowe engage in a cinematic tango that's jarring, visceral and not-so-quietly explosive. --TD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0912593/"&gt;No End in Sight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can surmise from the title, this ain't exactly a sunshiney look at the Iraq War. But it's the most thorough, enlightening detailing of the mega-blunders made by the Bush Administration in planning and executing the war to date, with nary a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601619/"&gt;Michael Moore&lt;/a&gt; stunt in sight. --KP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0758758/"&gt;Into the Wild&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000576/"&gt;Sean Penn&lt;/a&gt;'s adaptation of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1040556/"&gt;Jon Krakauer&lt;/a&gt;'s nonfiction book -- about a rich young man who abandoned all his earthly possessions to live in the Alaskan wilderness -- is laden with breathtaking vistas, themes of freedom and loneliness, and a performance by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0386472/"&gt;Emile Hirsch&lt;/a&gt; that'll break your heart. --TD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0401383/"&gt;The Diving Bell and the Butterfly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paralyzed by a stroke, editor J.D. Bauby was able to move only one eyelid. Yet &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0773603/"&gt;Julian Schnabel&lt;/a&gt;'s stunningly beautiful take on Bauby's memoir soars, rich with imagination and passion. It's a tour de force -- and it'll make you feel like a slob for sitting on your couch. --PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0472062/"&gt;Charlie Wilson's War &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audiences may have stayed away from the bulk of 2007's political-minded movies, but this remarkable, irreverent comedy will prove irresistible, given &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000158/"&gt;Tom Hanks&lt;/a&gt;' bold portrayal (he's like the LiLo of congressmen), &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000210/"&gt;Julia Roberts&lt;/a&gt;' return and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000450/"&gt;Philip Seymour Hoffman&lt;/a&gt;'s sheer brilliance in it. --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0452623/"&gt;Gone Baby Gone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Affleck &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000255/"&gt;Ben&lt;/a&gt; proves that it can be a very good thing when an actor wants to direct, while baby bro &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000729/"&gt;Casey &lt;/a&gt;shows that there's more than one leading man in the family. We can't understand why this mean streets of Boston-set thriller wasn't embraced by audiences, but it's a crime.--AA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0408236/"&gt;Sweeney Todd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the musical &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000318/"&gt;Tim Burton&lt;/a&gt; was born to direct, and he flat-out goes for it, with a dark, twisted, gloriously gory film that'll leave you exhilarated and spent. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000136/"&gt;Johnny Depp &lt;/a&gt;is sensational as the barber driven mad by his wife's death -- eyes ablaze and razor held high, he's never been more riveting. --PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0775529/"&gt;The Savages&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000450/"&gt;Philip Seymour Hoffman&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001473/"&gt;Laura Linney&lt;/a&gt; turn is some of the year's finest acting as quarreling siblings forced to care for their estranged, ailing father. Though they're hilariously -- and often brutally -- acerbic, these 'Savages' have one redeeming secret: Deep down, they're actually sweet.--TD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0923752/"&gt;The King of Kong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fascinating, entertaining documentary of the year centers around ... videogame geeks? We dare you not to become enthralled by (and at times, enraged with) the men vying for Donkey Kong's world record in a story inhabited by characters so absurd you'll swear it's a MOCKumentary. --KP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0478311/"&gt;Knocked Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer-director &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0031976/"&gt;Judd Apatow&lt;/a&gt;'s '40 Year-Old Virgin' follow-up solidified his spot as the reigning king of comedy and vaulted schlubby star &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0736622/"&gt;Seth Rogen&lt;/a&gt; to unlikely leading-man status. Like 'Virgin,' it's a delicious tossed salad of vulgar sex jokes and genuine heart. And yes, we said "tossed salad." --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This movie is great but makes me not want to have kids anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0405094/"&gt;The Lives of Others&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This German gem about a Stasi agent who obsesses over a couple he's tasked to spy on recalls how difficult it was to live an ordinary life on the wrong side of the Berlin Wall. Expect boundaries to drop, along with plenty of tears, by the time the credits roll. --ED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0425112/"&gt;Hot Fuzz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0670408/"&gt;Simon Pegg&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0296545/"&gt;Nick Frost&lt;/a&gt; ('Shaun of the Dead') score yet again with this brilliant spoof pittting small-town cops against a serial killer. Not only is it smart and wickedly funny, but it also stands up -- thrill for thrill -- against the action flicks it so lovingly mocks. Watch your back, Bruckheimer. --PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0469494/"&gt;There Will Be Blood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000358/"&gt;Daniel Day-Lewis&lt;/a&gt; gets our award for Most Intense Actor for his, uh, intense portrayal of an opportunistic oil man in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000759/"&gt;Paul Thomas Anderson&lt;/a&gt;'s beautifully shot epic. The powerful score -- composed by Radiohead's &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0339351/"&gt;Jonny Greenwood&lt;/a&gt; -- ought to get a Best Supporting Actor nod all by itself. --AA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0491747/"&gt;Away From Her&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heartbreaking movie about Alzheimer's owes its power to two women: the astonishing &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001046/"&gt;Julie Christie&lt;/a&gt;, who bravely gives the best female performance of the year, and Sarah Polley, who in her directorial debut displays more grace and subtlety than most filmmakers twice her age. --PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0841046/"&gt;Walk Hard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since 'Talladega Nights,' &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000604/"&gt;John C. Reilly&lt;/a&gt; has let his freak flag fly, and in the hilarious &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0031976/"&gt;Judd Apatow&lt;/a&gt; joint, it's swinging proudly in the wind ... oh, wait, that wasn't his. But with Reilly embodying country-rock legend Dewey Cox (yes, we said "Cox"), you're in good hands. Go, Dewey, go. --AA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0765443/"&gt;Eastern Promises&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000343/"&gt;David Cronenberg&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001557/"&gt;Viggo Mortensen&lt;/a&gt; are on the fast track to becoming our favorite celebrity duo, with this re-teaming (after '05's 'History of Violence'). Viggo's Russian accent is flawless (as is his performance), and if you haven't heard about the nude scene by now, you need to get out more. --AA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0465538/"&gt;Michael Clayton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This legal thriller doesn't exactly present a novel concept: big corporation tries to cover up wrongdoing; conflicted attorney tries to take them down. What is new is how freaking engrossing this one is, thanks to a solid script from 'Bourne' scribe &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0006904/"&gt;Tony Gilroy&lt;/a&gt; and a subtly stunning turn from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000123/"&gt;George Clooney&lt;/a&gt;. --TD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0382932/"&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a gamble it was: Not only is it a family flick that's hard to pronounce, but it's about a rat preparing gourmet food in a French restaurant. Leave it to the brilliant minds at Pixar to cook up the delectable classic that is 'Ratatouille.' Just make sure you wash your hands first. --ED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's ok...kiddie movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0907657/"&gt;Once&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not only the greatest Irish musical we've seen since 'The Commitments' (fine, only Irish musical), this indie sleeper is the most romantic movie of the year, a certified cinematic aphrodisiac. Consider its insightful looks into the songwriting process as well, and this one spells "classic."--KP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0440963/"&gt;The Bourne Ultimatum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the best action movie since 'Die Hard,' its appeal can be summed up in two words: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000354/"&gt;Matt Damon&lt;/a&gt;. Bourne seems like Superman -- he leaps off buildings and pulverizes foes using naught but a book -- but underneath all that, he's a flawed, vulnerable human being. And we dig that about him. --TD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0381849/"&gt;3:10 to Yuma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/"&gt;Christian Bale&lt;/a&gt; is fascinating to watch as a wounded Civil War vet, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000128/"&gt;Russell Crowe&lt;/a&gt; brings a menacing sizzle to his role of career outlaw with a conscience, and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004936/"&gt;Ben Foster&lt;/a&gt; stands out as a grimy villain in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0003506/"&gt;James Mangold&lt;/a&gt;'s remake of a minor '50s classic Western. It's sharp-shooting from start to finish. --AA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0467406/"&gt;Juno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this quirky, angsty, beautifully written flick, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0680983/"&gt;Ellen Page&lt;/a&gt; proves it's possible for not one, not two, but three enjoyable pregnancy comedies in one year. Between Page's sarcastic musings and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0148418/"&gt;Michael Cera&lt;/a&gt;'s tight gym shorts, 'Juno' provides enough sparks and shenanigans to last much longer than nine months. --ED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0783233/"&gt;Atonement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a risky undertaking to tackle &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0568605/"&gt;Ian McEwan&lt;/a&gt;'s devastating novel, but &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0942504/"&gt;Joe Wright&lt;/a&gt; rises to the challenge with this gorgeous, pitch-perfect film. Blessed with a stellar cast, swirling with desire and regret, the movie isn't just faithful to the book -- it achieves a luminous, aching power all its own. --PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally......DRUM ROLE PLEASE FOR THE #1 MOVIE FOR 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/No%20Country%20for%20Old%20Men"&gt;No Country for Old Men&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coen brothers returned with a bang and a whole lotta blood, crafting this fiercely tense masterpiece that rivals 'Fargo' and 'Blood Simple' as their best work yet. The film's deeper meanings and enigmatic ending will have moviegoers talking for years to come, not unlike a certain HBO series. --KP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for the worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0293564/"&gt;Rush Hour 3 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000676/"&gt;Chris Tucker&lt;/a&gt; came out of retirement for this? He and partner in crime-solving &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000329/"&gt;Jackie Chan&lt;/a&gt; (who admits even he doesn't like the 'Rush Hour' movies) simply go through the motions in this featherweight action-comedy that feels like we've already seen it. Oh, that's right, we did. It was called 'Rush Hour 2.' --KP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0477071/"&gt;Premonition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000113/"&gt;Sandra Bullock&lt;/a&gt;'s hubby dead in a car accident, or downstairs getting their daughters ready for school? She can't tell -- and neither can we -- in this muddled thriller in which a scene with a priest explaining the nature of time is meant to explain it all. Sandy, America still loves you. Don't you like us too? --AA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0475394/"&gt;Smokin' Aces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a clever idea for a movie: Cast &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005315/"&gt;Jeremy Piven&lt;/a&gt; as a mob snitch, lock him away in a hotel suite, and invite an endless array of cartoonish killers to come after him, where they'll spend the next 90 minutes shooting at each other, dying, and coming back to life. Why not just make a videogame instead? --KP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Watched it a long time ago. Don't remember much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0367959/"&gt;Hannibal Rising&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the most hilarious prequel you'll ever seen (yep, it somehow tops 'Dumb and Dumberer'). Problem is, we're not supposed to be laughing at this look back at when Hannibal Lecter was a pretty boy, and how he first got a taste for human entrees. Say it ain't so, Sir Anthony. --KP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0490084/"&gt; Because I  Said So&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, someone take control of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601553/"&gt;Mandy Moore&lt;/a&gt;'s career before we have to live through another year of not one, but two, unwatchable romantic comedies (and we use the term "comedy" lightly). We won't even mention &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000473/"&gt;Diane Keaton&lt;/a&gt;'s part in this particular debacle, but she knows what she's done. --AA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0452625/"&gt;Good Luck Chuck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0176981/"&gt;Dane Cook&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004695/"&gt;Jessica Alba&lt;/a&gt; go together like nails and ice cream, which is just one reason why 'Good Luck Chuck' failed to "score" with audiences. Besides, you know something is off when the wrong person shows up naked ... and he's hairy. Bad Chuck, bad. --ED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0481369/"&gt;The Number 23&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are at least 23 reasons this movie failed, but here are three: the ludicrous plot (everything adds up to 23! and something about murder), the gaspingly awful "film noir within a film," and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000120/"&gt;Jim Carrey&lt;/a&gt;, whose painful performance here makes his turn in 'Ace Ventura' seem like the stuff of Oscars.--PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0462244/"&gt;Daddy Day Camp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never a good sign when &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000552/"&gt;Eddie Murphy&lt;/a&gt; turns down a sequel to one of his own movies. Even the "dream team" of first-time director &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000625/"&gt;Fred Savage&lt;/a&gt; (yes, Kevin from 'The Wonder Years') and star &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000421/"&gt;Cuba Gooding, Jr.&lt;/a&gt; (yes, the man who thought 'Chill Factor' was a good idea) couldn't save this cinematic turd. --TD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0791304/"&gt;Georgia Rule&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the three-generations-of-strong-women family comedy about ... sexual abuse ... and alcoholism? OK, then. The performances are fine; it's &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000404/"&gt;Jane Fonda&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005031/"&gt;Felicity Huffman&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0517820/"&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/a&gt;, after all (regardless of her issues, the girl can act). But someone was on something when this script was approved. --AA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst movie for 2007 is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0477051/"&gt;Norbit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though moviegoers and critics were at odds over this raunchy comedy, there's just something about &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000552/"&gt;Eddie Murphy&lt;/a&gt; in a monstrous fatsuit AND a bikini that spells all sorts of wrong. 'Coming to America' and Murphy's other classics remain untainted, but we don't want 'Norbit' coming near our DVD library anytime soon. --ED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000226/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-1592488383249786734?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/1592488383249786734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=1592488383249786734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/1592488383249786734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/1592488383249786734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2008/01/50-best-movies-of-2007-and-10-worst-one.html' title='50 Best Movies of 2007 (and 10 Worst One'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-9151518327605674792</id><published>2008-01-02T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:06:35.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Things to Say Yes to in 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;taken from Cosmopolitan.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you're a socially sophisticated chick, you've of course mastered the art of smiling and complying with what's expected. But sometimes you'd rather get an allover body wax than go with the flow for one more second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's 2008, and we hereby grant you permission to stop doing the things you think you should — like saying &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; to a little indulgence or &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt; to someone's time-sucking request. Instead, try these daring, yet ultimately freeing, alternatives. You'll thank us later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Call out that flaky friend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; she would be late or cancel at the last minute, and sure enough, that's exactly what happened...again. When this serial offender offers up yet another lame excuse about her overdramatic life or tries to play the "free spirit" card, skip the "It's okay," which only makes you seem — and feel — like a doormat. This time, simply tell her "This is really getting old." She'll realize it isn't the first time she's left you hanging...but it had better be the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Pay a pro to tackle a chore you hate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy yourself a huge feeling of relief. It's not necessarily extravagant to hire an accountant to do your taxes, an iPod-loader (yes, they exist!) to transfer all your music to MP3s, or a housekeeper to deep-clean your bachelorette pad occasionally. Uh-huh, you could do it yourself, but consider the amount of mental energy you'd save by not avoiding, dreading, and half-assing whatever banal task you loathe. As the commercial would put it: priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Take a 10-day vacation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a time-off travesty: More than a third of people who work fail to use all of their vacation days, according to research by Families and Work Institute (FWI), never mind take longer than a week at a stretch. Don't be a burnout victim — FWI found that it takes three days off work to become relaxed, and that feeling increases the longer you stay away from those flickering fluorescent lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you plan a weeklong vacay, slip in the following Monday too. It's just one extra day, so your boss won't flinch, but it'll make your away time seem so much &lt;em&gt;longer&lt;/em&gt;. Plus, you won't instantly erase the relaxation by fighting the nightmare Sunday night travel crunch. Double plus, that first day back won't be so bad: Only four days until the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Delete your entire in-box.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set aside two hours to plow through that overflowing email folder. File what you need to (receipts, project info, links you will want later). Now jettison the rest of the e-junk. This includes stale messages from far-flung friends, recipes from Mom you'll never make because you use your oven as a shoe closet, unfunny forwards, and send-this-to-10-friends-or-you'll-die chain letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this cybercrap clutters your in-box and your head, and you risk burying the notes that actually are important. "The world is moving so fast these days that anything older than three days is ancient history anyway," says Bob Kriegel, Ph.D., author of &lt;em&gt;How to Succeed in Business Without Working So Damn Hard&lt;/em&gt;. "If it's important enough, the sender will contact you again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Ask someone on a "girl date."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A lot of women are intimidated by the idea of actively pursuing new friends," says Victoria C. Dickerson, Ph.D., author of &lt;em&gt;Who Cares What You're Supposed to Do?&lt;/em&gt; That's because meeting people is so effortless up through college that once we get out, we aren't sure how to make those connections anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there's a chick who seems like BFF material — or maybe even cool-friend material — go after her. We promise you won't come off as weird or desperate if you just invite her to do something you're both into, like hitting a flea market or wine tasting. Or say you want to pick her brain about her job or neighborhood. You'll automatically have things to talk about without the usual "first date" weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Indulge in buying one luxury item.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you craved the same designer watch, killer heels, or omigod handbag for years but settled for a knockoff? Here's an exciting idea: Why not save up and buy the real thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splurging on quality, even if it's pure luxury, isn't a bad investment. Your crazy-nice buy will outlast a closet full of cheap copies and make you feel A-list every time you rock it. Besides, a new study in the &lt;em&gt;Journal of Consumer Research&lt;/em&gt; found that making purchases based on a gut feeling can leave you happier for longer than buys based on purchasing only what's practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Master the art of mono-tasking.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch TV and &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; fold laundry. Write your report and &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; answer emails until you're done. Talk to your friend on the phone and &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; skim a catalog. We try to be überproductive to maximize our time, but studies show that juggling several tasks makes us less efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time, this corporate mentality can even cause short-term memory problems and difficulty concentrating. But most important for a &lt;em&gt;Cosmo&lt;/em&gt; girl, multitasking saps the enjoyment out of simple pleasures by pulling us out of the moment. Not on our watch! Slow down, take it in, and do it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. RSVP "no" to an out-of-town wedding.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd jet off to Siberia for your best friend's I-dos, but for that random former-dormmate's marriage vows, look at it this way: You will drop hundreds on the plane ticket, rental car, hotel room, and gift and also waste vacation time, all for the glory of nibbling stale cocktail weenies and doing the Electric Slide with a bunch of drunken strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weddings are a blur for the bride and groom, and if you're not close to them, trust us, they won't miss you. Instead, buy the lovebirds a more expensive gift from their registry. They'll be stoked, and you'll still save a bundle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Refuse to say you're sorry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you've &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; screwed something up, flick off that it's-all-my-fault autopilot switch when it comes to your opinions, needs, and wants. Chronic apologizing — as in "I'm so sorry, what are the specials today?" or responding to "Do you need a bag with that?" with "Yeah [&lt;em&gt;wince&lt;/em&gt;], sorry!" — blows your confidence by training you to think you've done wrong when you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To curb this "sorry" habit, pay attention to how many mea culpas you offer in a day. Then replace the self-flagellating phrase with &lt;em&gt;please, excuse me...&lt;/em&gt; or nothing at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-9151518327605674792?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/9151518327605674792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=9151518327605674792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/9151518327605674792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/9151518327605674792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2008/01/9-things-to-say-yes-to-in-2008.html' title='9 Things to Say Yes to in 2008'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-4969774674460289355</id><published>2008-01-01T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:16:40.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Reasons boys don't suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="bodytextregular"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; For reasons science has not yet deduced, their hugs just &lt;i&gt;work&lt;/i&gt; better.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Yes, they show off... but it's all to impress &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; They're not nearly as harsh with the criticizing girls' bodies as girls are on themselves and each other.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Without them, would we have the word "gnarly"? It's doubtful.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When they see "Boys suck" T-shirts and message board threads, it breaks their tender boy hearts.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Have you ever watched a boy watching a girl rummage through her purse? That wide-eyed, mystified look they get?   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;You can borrow their hoodies that smell like boy + dryer sheets.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If there's some pain in the ass thing to carry or open or fix or reach, they'll do it... eagerly, even, because it gives them a chance to flex their Boyness. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; They make great bases for pyramids, chicken fights, and piggy-back rides.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Because you know how people say "Treat me like gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe once, shame on you; treat me like gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe twice, shame on me"? You can't complain about how much all boys suck because of how one or two specific boys treated you unless you TOLD them about how wrong they were. The reason he was probably such a jackhole to you in the first place was that he got away with it with ten other girls who never set him straight -- or he's retaliating against some girl who treated him like dirt. &lt;b&gt;They have brains and they learn.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Uh, Johnny Depp?  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; They believe you when you tell them how you feel, even after you hurt them by not believing them when they're upset about something. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Holding it against them that society taught them not to discuss their feelings is just as lame as holding it against a girl if she cries at inconvenient times. If you give them a safe way to express their emotions -- a way that they know they won't get yelled at or beat up -- they usually will. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The part where their hair ends at the nape of their neck, when it's cut short, feels like puppy dog.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; At the end of the day, alls they really want is for someone to comment on their blog. Just like you.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Girls lie plenty, too, hon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-4969774674460289355?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/4969774674460289355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=4969774674460289355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4969774674460289355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4969774674460289355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2008/01/16-reasons-boys-dont-suck.html' title='16 Reasons boys don&apos;t suck'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-859701070235216073</id><published>2008-01-01T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:56:09.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Wikipedia says it...it must be true!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R3qMwv_5YpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/cQqWMfn2mRs/s1600-h/comicwiki2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R3qMwv_5YpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/cQqWMfn2mRs/s400/comicwiki2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150583892997661330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-859701070235216073?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/859701070235216073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=859701070235216073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/859701070235216073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/859701070235216073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-wikipedia-says-itit-must-be-true.html' title='If Wikipedia says it...it must be true!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R3qMwv_5YpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/cQqWMfn2mRs/s72-c/comicwiki2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-3448186716837501901</id><published>2007-12-30T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T08:22:54.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know that its a little late for a &lt;a href="http://www.theloopyewe.com/wishlist/show/19497/?token=e5c68a016c93"&gt;wishlist&lt;/a&gt; for gifts but I figured I would throw it out there in case anyone wants it. It's from &lt;a href="http://www.theloopyewe.com/"&gt;The Loopy Ewe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-3448186716837501901?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/3448186716837501901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=3448186716837501901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/3448186716837501901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/3448186716837501901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/12/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-2420489040586791639</id><published>2007-12-28T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T21:50:32.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another fallen..but never forgotten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R3Xd2CY2G5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/HdDSw25BmAY/s1600-h/Charlieposterfixed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R3Xd2CY2G5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/HdDSw25BmAY/s320/Charlieposterfixed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149265669391784850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;OH CHARLIE!! I really couldn't believe it when Charlie died. Although I understood that he had to die so Claire and Aaron (Turnip Head) can get off the island. RIP Charlie. I will miss you and your cute button nose oh so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="pDsc"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Played by:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0597480/"&gt;Dominic Monaghan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason for the Flight:&lt;/b&gt; Charlie was in Australia to beg his brother, Liam, to rejoin their band, &lt;a href="//www.driveshaftband.com/"&gt;DriveShaft&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Profession:&lt;/b&gt; Bloody Rock God! Charlie was a bassist for the band DriveShaft and believes himself a "bloody rock God", despite the fact that the band only had one hit, "You All Everybody".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pDsc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="pCo"&gt;Charlie Facts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pre-Crash:&lt;/b&gt; Charlie's brother, Liam, talked Charlie into getting into a band with him. Liam was the lead singer and Charlie wrote a lot of the songs. They had one hit, but when Liam got into drugs, Charlie was soon to follow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the band broke up, Charlie wanted to get them back together, but Liam got clean and didn't want anything to do with the band. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Charlie met a woman and tried to get clean for her, but desperate for drugs, he stole from her and then she wouldn't have anything to do with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pDsc"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Island:&lt;/b&gt; At first Charlie thought everyone would know him because he thought of himself as a famous rock star. Locke helped Charlie get through heroin withdrawal, but later believed Charlie was back on the drugs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Charlie got very close to Claire, and one day while walking through the jungle after Claire had some false labor, they were captured by Ethan Rom. As a warning for Jack to stop following, Ethan hanged Charlie, but Jack was able to save him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="pDsc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Charlie stayed with Claire after she came back from the Others (after being kidnapped) and was there when her baby was born. When Danielle Rousseau kidnapped Aaron, Charlie and Sayid went and got him back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After Claire found out about the heroin hidden in the statue of the Virgin Mary that Charlie had found, she didn't want him to come near her or her baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Claire began getting close to Locke, and out of jealousy Charlie wanted to make Locke look like a fool, so he helped Sawyer con Locke and Jack so that Sawyer could get control of the guns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pDsc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Charlie was with Eko when the hatch imploded, but didn't seem to be affected, other than losing his hearing for a little while. He and Claire reconciled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desmond began to see flashes and in many of these flashes he saw Charlie die. Desmond saved Charlie from death many times, but after 93 days on the island, Charlie sacrificed himself in The Looking Glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pDsc"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strong Relationships:&lt;/b&gt; Hurley, though they had a rough patch when Hurley told Charlie he was a millionaire and then later wouldn't give him peanut butter from the hatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pDsc"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rocky Relationships:&lt;/b&gt; He and Claire kissed, but Claire didn't want Charlie around after she found out about the drugs in the Virgin Mary statue. Eko and Charlie were very close until Eko stopped building a church with Charlie in order to push the button in the hatch. For a while, Charlie felt that Jack didn't respect him. At one point, Charlie looked up to Locke as a mentor, but then Locke started getting too close to Claire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pDsc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="pCo"&gt;Flashback Episodes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/episoderecaps/a/1x07guide.htm"&gt;Episode 1x7, &lt;i&gt;The Moth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/episoderecaps/a/1x15guide.htm"&gt;Episode 1x15, &lt;i&gt;Homecoming&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/episoderecaps/a/1x23guide.htm"&gt;Episode 1x23, &lt;i&gt;Exodus Part 1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/episoderecaps/a/2x12guide.htm"&gt;Episode 2x12, &lt;i&gt;Fire + Water&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/episoderecaps/a/3x21guide.htm"&gt;Episode 3x21, &lt;i&gt;Greatest Hits&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pDsc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="pCo"&gt;Charlie Pace's Story: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/flashbackstories/a/charliesflash.htm"&gt;Flashbacks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/seasononestories/a/charlieisland.htm"&gt;Season 1 Storylines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/seasontwoislandstories/a/Charlie2.htm"&gt;Season 2 Storylines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/season3islandstories/a/Charliesea3.htm"&gt;Season 3 Storylines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pDsc" id="pDscE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="pCo"&gt;Character Connections: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/hurley/p/hurley.htm"&gt;Hurley&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Charlie was in the crowded elevator at the Australian hotel when Hurley was late to catch his flight. Michael and Walt also stayed at the same hotel. (&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/seasononerecaps/a/1x24.htm"&gt;Ep: 1x24, &lt;i&gt;Exodus Part 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The priest who took Charlie's confession (&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/seasononerecaps/a/1x7.htm"&gt;Ep: 1x7, &lt;i&gt;The Moth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), later sold his scooter to Hurley in the airport just before Flight 815 departed. (&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/seasononerecaps/a/1x24.htm"&gt;Ep: 1x24, &lt;i&gt;Exodus Part 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hurley and his friend found a DriveShaft CD in the sale bin at a record store and tried to sing the lyrics to "You All Everybody", but couldn't remember the words. (&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/episoderecaps/a/2x4.htm"&gt;Ep: 2x4, &lt;i&gt;Everybody Hates Hugo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/michaeldawson/p/michaeldawson.htm"&gt;Michael&lt;/a&gt;: In the background of one of Charlie's flashbacks (&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/episoderecaps/a/1x12.htm"&gt;Ep: 2x12, &lt;i&gt;Fire + Water&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) is a sign that says "Widmore Construction". We don't know who Michael worked for, but we do know he was in construction.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/desmond/p/Desmond.htm"&gt;Desmond&lt;/a&gt;: Before he was famous, Charlie played the guitar on the street for donations and Desmond saw him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/sayidjarrah/p/sayidjarrah.htm"&gt;Sayid&lt;/a&gt;: Charlie saved Sayid's childhood friend, &lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/secondarycharacters/p/Nadia.htm"&gt;Nadia&lt;/a&gt;, from a mugger. (&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/episoderecaps/a/3x21guide.htm"&gt;Ep: 3x21, &lt;i&gt;Greatest Hits&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-2420489040586791639?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/2420489040586791639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=2420489040586791639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/2420489040586791639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/2420489040586791639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-fallenbut-never-forgotten.html' title='Another fallen..but never forgotten.'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R3Xd2CY2G5I/AAAAAAAAAMc/HdDSw25BmAY/s72-c/Charlieposterfixed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-9787575372255032</id><published>2007-12-24T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T18:54:28.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R3BwziY2G4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/4Bf8MVk7_Mc/s1600-h/THISISSPARTAcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R3BlXiY2GII/AAAAAAAAAGU/jrRnGFifmHM/s320/3dbc7679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147725829126887554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-9787575372255032?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/9787575372255032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=9787575372255032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/9787575372255032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/9787575372255032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/12/madness.html' title='Madness!!!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R3BwziY2G4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/4Bf8MVk7_Mc/s72-c/THISISSPARTAcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-7692638956071957103</id><published>2007-12-23T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T17:00:49.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my! I am a beast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/fight5" style="display: block; background: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/88/2/fight5.u9iagzf20a.jpg) no-repeat; width: 296px; height: 84px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 42px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 145px;"&gt;18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-7692638956071957103?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/7692638956071957103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=7692638956071957103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7692638956071957103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7692638956071957103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-my-i-am-beast.html' title='Oh my! I am a beast!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-9140969669959077318</id><published>2007-12-19T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:49:04.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiiiiiizz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz/3062"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com./media/quiz/badges/party_quiz//mid.gif" /&gt; border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As party-goers go, you're pretty flexible. You can be perfectly happy in a small, talky cluster or a loud, dancing mass. Things don't need to get out of control for you to have fun—but you won't necessarily object if they do! You tend to adapt to the existing party circumstances and make the best of them, whether it involves watching movies with a few friends, or rockin' out at a rowdy blast you'll remember forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-9140969669959077318?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/9140969669959077318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=9140969669959077318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/9140969669959077318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/9140969669959077318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/12/quiiiiiizz.html' title='quiiiiiizz'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-7958691973758342462</id><published>2007-12-02T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T08:55:34.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowball dance</title><content type='html'>So here at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.longwood.edu"&gt;Longwood&lt;/a&gt; we have this dance at the end of the fall semester every year. It is called the Snowball dance. This years theme was "Snowflakes in Heaven". I am in charge of the committee who plans the dance. I have been planning this dance since my freshmen year. We have food, a DJ, photos, and prizes...all for FREE!! Yay Lancer Productions. That is the organization I'm in that host the event. Anyway, so during set up, we were listening to music. Morgan, Kyle, and me decided we were going to get up and dance during it. Check this sweet action out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a1b6c8d7561da27e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da1b6c8d7561da27e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331540664%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9C60158201131ED985FC5A2DF93ABA54E33244.78A0009A5A0E2023C1DAEF7015209382931604B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da1b6c8d7561da27e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoRE_ocy4oG287N2GmtDqQj_isLQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da1b6c8d7561da27e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331540664%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9C60158201131ED985FC5A2DF93ABA54E33244.78A0009A5A0E2023C1DAEF7015209382931604B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da1b6c8d7561da27e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoRE_ocy4oG287N2GmtDqQj_isLQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can noticed that Morgan doesn't know the words but it's all fun anyway. So also, at the dance, my strap came off my dress. It got caught on something when I was setting up and kinda ripped a little and then later it came all the way off. I ended up safety pinning it. So it work out in the end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-7958691973758342462?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a1b6c8d7561da27e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/7958691973758342462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=7958691973758342462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7958691973758342462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7958691973758342462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/12/snowball-dance.html' title='Snowball dance'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-1526470677008570554</id><published>2007-11-21T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T20:41:58.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to the dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R0UGzu1N66I/AAAAAAAAAGM/3eJL615yhM4/s1600-h/boone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135518435900255138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R0UGzu1N66I/AAAAAAAAAGM/3eJL615yhM4/s320/boone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boone died! I am so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. He was one of my favorite characters on &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/"&gt;Lost&lt;/a&gt;.  He was brave up to the end. It was heroic of him to not let Jack take his leg so it will save the antibiotics for the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some facts for his memories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played by: &lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/castbiographies/p/iansomerhalder.htm"&gt;Ian Somerhalder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for the Flight: He went to Sydney to get Shannon and they were returning home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profession: Chief Operating Officer of his mother's wedding business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boone Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pre-Crash: When Boone was a kid, his mother married Shannon's father. Shannon was a couple of years younger than Boone and he was always in love with her. He often got her out of bad situations. More than once he paid men to leave her, but realized Shannon was scamming him in order to get money. When Shannon herself was scammed, she went to Boone and the two slept together. Shannon told him things would return to the way they were. They got on Flight 815 to return home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Island: Boone wanted to help people, but didn't have the skills that Jack has. Before long, he found a friend in Locke and the two found a hatch that they dug out and tried to get into. After 41 days on the island, Boone was killed by injuries sustained from falling in an airplane that he climbed into following Locke's instructions and visions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong Relationships: Locke, his mentor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Relationships: Shannon, his stepsister with whom he had a love/hate relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback Episodes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/episoderecaps/a/1x13guide.htm"&gt;Episode 1x13, Hearts and Minds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boone Carlyle's Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/flashbackstories/a/boonesflash.htm"&gt;Flashbacks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/seasononestories/a/booneisland.htm"&gt;Season 1 Storylines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character Connections:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/shannonrutherford/p/shannonrutherfo.htm"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;: Boone and Shannon are stepbrother and stepsister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/sawyer/p/sawyer.htm"&gt;Sawyer&lt;/a&gt;: When Sawyer was arrested, he walked behind Boone in the Australian police station. (&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/seasononerecaps/a/1x13.htm"&gt;Ep: 1x13, Hearts and Minds&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/sayidjarrah/p/sayidjarrah.htm"&gt;Sayid&lt;/a&gt;: Sayid asked Shannon to watch his bag in the airport, but in a fight with Boone, Shannon told airport security that an Arab man had left his bag, and Sayid got in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/seasononerecaps/a/1x23.htm"&gt;Ep: 1x23, Exodus Part 1&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you Boone!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-1526470677008570554?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/1526470677008570554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=1526470677008570554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/1526470677008570554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/1526470677008570554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/11/tribute-to-dead.html' title='Tribute to the dead'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R0UGzu1N66I/AAAAAAAAAGM/3eJL615yhM4/s72-c/boone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-7923436793664540702</id><published>2007-11-18T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:04:13.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>Helllloooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R0D3ye1N63I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ON9U46sGeYg/s1600-h/PB181141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134376021844159346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R0D3ye1N63I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ON9U46sGeYg/s320/PB181141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know. I have been really MIA lately but I am back. I was sick with strep but I am glad that is over and I am better. I am all caught up with school work finally and this weekend I took it to rest and relax. I started a new sock on Tuesday though because I was stressed out because of trying to catch up on everything. Don't worry mom, I knitted during the three hours of meetings I had so I wasn't missing studying time. This weekend, I really sat down and worked on it. And guess what! I finished it. I love the colors. I got this yarn from &lt;a href="http://www.theloopyewe.com/"&gt;The Loopy Ewe.&lt;/a&gt; For my third sock (I have already made one pair of socks) I am happy how this turned out. I made a lot less mistakes this time. YAYYYYYYY! I still need to finish the other and will work on it during Thanksgiving break. Which starts on Tuesday. I am excited about break because I do love being home. I get to eat with the Woods on Wednesday which I am pumped for because I miss them dearly. Plus I am jealous mom gets to see them all the time and I don't. Also, who doesn't love a good homecooked meal (which I hope dad cooks. Just kidding mom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to knitting. I taught my roommate how to knit and she is doing greatly. She is working &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R0D6KO1N65I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ihz4VRtIFXo/s1600-h/PB181142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134378628889308050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R0D6KO1N65I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Ihz4VRtIFXo/s320/PB181142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on a scarf for her brother for Christmas. It looks amazing. Although she is still working on it, she left it in her boyfriend's room. Because of this, she was bored while I was knitting last night so I made her start a hat. She is getting very frustated with it but it looks great. I had to sneak into her room (well walk in because the door was open) and take the picture. Sorry Ashley, but I wanted to show off your skills. Plus look at her book. She is very proud of this book. Must be an anthropology thing. I am very proud of her and her mad knitting skills. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, she has gotten me into the TV series LOST. Oh my! Is that a good show. I watch part of season one but the library didn't have the other parts of the season checked in so I will have to wait. Other then that, not much is going on. I am re-reading a book called &lt;u&gt;Slacker Girl&lt;/u&gt;. It is an amazing book. Any TR major should read this book as well as any body else. I decided that is how I want my life to be when I finish college for a few years. &lt;a href="http://www.levinegreenberg.com/images/LG_FPO_bookcovers/Koslow_Slacker.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.levinegreenberg.com/images/LG_FPO_bookcovers/Koslow_Slacker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who knows where life will take you. But it is an amazing book. READ READ READ it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other then that, not much is going on at Longwood. UVA plays VT on Saturday. I am excited about the game! Who isn't? GO HOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-7923436793664540702?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/7923436793664540702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=7923436793664540702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7923436793664540702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7923436793664540702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/11/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/R0D3ye1N63I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ON9U46sGeYg/s72-c/PB181141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-7463954282707120049</id><published>2007-11-08T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T08:04:33.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its not the flu</title><content type='html'>its strep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going home today so i don't get anyone else sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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flu'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-5452759503694363953</id><published>2007-11-06T18:22:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:22:49.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being sick stinks</title><content type='html'>i think i'm getting cabin fever being stuck in my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope it isn't the flu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-5452759503694363953?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-7405624871754458790</id><published>2007-10-21T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T02:04:35.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>night time</title><content type='html'>Did you know that at 4:30 in the morning, The Little Mermaid tv show comes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I can't sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which then lead me to this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tx1XIm6q4r4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tx1XIm6q4r4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggle*&lt;div 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(I am missing one though, a rock). Chi is a secret organization on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RwnAkxqev2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/E1AVoJ2wwfc/s1600-h/PA040696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118834189522616162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RwnAkxqev2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/E1AVoJ2wwfc/s320/PA040696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; campus. Chi is the spirit of Longwood. They have Chi walks where the members of Chi walk and its neat to see. Although, here is the catch, you don't know who they are because they are completely covered up. You don't find out who is in Chi till they are senior. Neat huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw HSM on Ice on Friday. It was amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-3893195623592253729?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/3893195623592253729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=3893195623592253729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/3893195623592253729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/3893195623592253729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/10/chi-and-hsm-on-ice.html' title='Chi and HSM on ice!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RwnAkxqev2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/E1AVoJ2wwfc/s72-c/PA040696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-7384317031293901299</id><published>2007-10-03T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T07:44:24.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things I learned from High School Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RwPbNBqev1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/m2EqsCHP6b4/s1600-h/Copy+of+P1010228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117174618454409042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RwPbNBqev1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/m2EqsCHP6b4/s320/Copy+of+P1010228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) High school cafeterias are vast and spacious -- leaving plenty of room to spontaniously break into song and dance -- and are in no way packed, crowded or uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;2) It's completely acceptable for the female drama teacher to walk into the guys locker room where her young male students are showering.&lt;br /&gt;3) A white, 5-foot-9 junior is the best high school basketball player in the state of New Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;4) Creme brulee is a creamy custard that is totally satisfying&lt;br /&gt;5) There's only one fat person at East High School&lt;br /&gt;6) All Troy could remember was pink jelly&lt;br /&gt;7) In school hallways they put up really big posters of the most popular guy in school so that obsessed girls can sing to it&lt;br /&gt;8)It's okay to practice incest if you're acting&lt;br /&gt;9) Students at East High are allowed to work with chemicals unsupervised.&lt;br /&gt;10) Troy's shower head is very impressed&lt;br /&gt;11) Everyone has a secret, and they have practiced to tell everyone in perfect harmony... while dancing.&lt;br /&gt;12) That girl is named Gabriella, and she is very nice.&lt;br /&gt;13) Kelsi has a magic piano: it not only plays piano but it plays guitar, drums and bass too&lt;br /&gt;14) Lucas is NOT gay... even though he dances, sings, hangs out with his girly sister, wears pink hats, and stares at sweaty basketball players because Disney does not promote homosexuality&lt;br /&gt;15) The hottest gossip is that the new girl and baskeball captain are auditioning for a musical, and that is in no way a euphemism for having sex.&lt;br /&gt;16) In high school, you only have class once a day and it's only about 10 minutes long. For the rest of the day you can sing, dance, play basketball, make/foil plans, and hide out in secret gardens as much as you want.&lt;br /&gt;17) While alone in her bedroom, they sing. No sex? Really?&lt;br /&gt;18) No one in the ENTIRE school has ever told Sharpay to shut the fuck up. How is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;19) Gabriella and Troy are 'breaking free'. They are also soaring, flying, and there isn't a star in heaven that they can't reach.&lt;br /&gt;20) You can name a kid in the 21st century "Sharpay"&lt;br /&gt;21) Detention is only 15 minutes long... and a boy named Chad will need you to help him countdown the minutes, as he sadly cannot count that high.&lt;br /&gt;22) It's always good to get extra credit...for college.&lt;br /&gt;23) No one cusses at East High&lt;br /&gt;24) Gabriella can't have people staring her... she really can't.&lt;br /&gt;25) Parents do not teach their children that it's okay to be yourself, only pop songs can do that.&lt;br /&gt;26) Singing and dancing in the hallways is outstandingly normal&lt;br /&gt;27) Playing the cello is very similar to operating a saw.&lt;br /&gt;28) No emos, cutters, or illegal janitors.&lt;br /&gt;29) Gabriella feels AND looks like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;30) Having opera stars' pictures in your refrigerator helps you lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;31) Kelsi can teach you every note, pitch, and word to a song just by singing the first two lines for you.&lt;br /&gt;32) People are doing stuff, stuff that isn't their stuff.&lt;br /&gt;33) The second equation should read 16 over pi.&lt;br /&gt;34) Troy doesn't know that "scared" means the same thing as "afraid"&lt;br /&gt;35) There is only ONE Gabriella Montez on the entire World Wide Web.&lt;br /&gt;36) Ain't nothin wrong with a basketball playing brother who likes to bake.&lt;br /&gt;37) If you're the new kid in school, no one is allowed to look at you&lt;br /&gt;38) If you audition for a school play, you send the entire school into pandemonium&lt;br /&gt;39) Chad can make Troy say things.&lt;br /&gt;40) The jazz square is a crowd favorite. EVERYONE loves a jazz square.&lt;br /&gt;41) Even though you've only sung to your showerhead you will know how to sing harmony in karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;42) Mountain lions are cute, but you don't pet them.&lt;br /&gt;43) Some high schools only have 5 adults on campus. That's how they get away with dancing in the halls.&lt;br /&gt;44) Troy is not just a guy.&lt;br /&gt;45) Apparently the winter musical only requires two cast members.&lt;br /&gt;46) When you're in love with a stranger, you can memorize lyrics at the drop of a hat&lt;br /&gt;47) Corbin Bleu is pretty much white.&lt;br /&gt;48) If you're a stressed jock, you need only to go to the school gardens and sing... nobody will find you or pick on you.&lt;br /&gt;49) It's hard to believe, that I couldn't see, you were always right beside me!&lt;br /&gt;50) Ryan really wants to meet Ashton Kutcher&lt;br /&gt;51) No one said anything about leotards.&lt;br /&gt;52) If you love a girl enough, breaking and entering into her room is not considered a problem.&lt;br /&gt;53) No one on the basketball team is good at math.&lt;br /&gt;54) Ladders can appear out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;55) Chad tried to tell him, he REALLY tried.&lt;br /&gt;56) Sharpay is allowed to have a pink locker while everyone else is stuck with an ugly beige one.&lt;br /&gt;57) Troy rides the bus to school even though his dad works there&lt;br /&gt;58) You can bet, there's nothing but net, when Zeke is in the zone and on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;59) If you're gay, you dont know what g-o-d-r-a-m-a-c-l-u-b-! spells&lt;br /&gt;60) If you're heart has been broken by the most popular guy in school, your locker can open automatically - no combination necessary.&lt;br /&gt;61) Where's Gabby's dad!?!&lt;br /&gt;62) Warning bells can be easily mistaken for cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;63) Yes, Troy, you ARE going left.&lt;br /&gt;64) You can have a laptop and a webcam pointing at a person ready to record them and they would NEVER notice&lt;br /&gt;65) It's better to hear it from Mrs. Darbus now than from your friends later&lt;br /&gt;66) You can go to Kelsi's house for breakfast and she has a piano.&lt;br /&gt;67) By taking off your lab coat, the red ribbon in your hair can turn pink.&lt;br /&gt;68) Only fat girls like to pop, lock and drop it.&lt;br /&gt;69) You are allowed to cover your microphone with tacky sequins as long as youre the most popular girl in school&lt;br /&gt;70) All stage fright can be cured by the saying “Like kindergarten”&lt;br /&gt;71) What the heck are those two doing in a tree?!&lt;br /&gt;72) You WILL stick to the status quo or everyone will sing to you until everyone else confesses&lt;br /&gt;73) Gabriella loves pi.&lt;br /&gt;74) Troy's watch is imaginary, but he looks at it anyways and always knows what the time is.&lt;br /&gt;75) Cheerleaders speak a different language than other human beings.&lt;br /&gt;76) Students in high school don't need backpacks... or books for that matter&lt;br /&gt;77) No one finds it weird that you're singing a sexual song to your brother/sister&lt;br /&gt;78) It takes Gabriella's mom and Troy's dad forever to walk to an auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;79) Throwing basketballs at trees is apparently great for stress relief&lt;br /&gt;80) If you climb up to a chicks balcony that hates you and start singing to her, she will fall back in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;81) People keep outfits in their lockers just in case someone spills nachos on them&lt;br /&gt;82) The pregnant teacher stands corrected.&lt;br /&gt;83) If you wear pink and have blonde hair, you are automatically a malevolent popular girl.&lt;br /&gt;84) All fathers with sons in sports are oblivious to their sons's other needs and desires.&lt;br /&gt;85) Teachers from different departments always hate each other.&lt;br /&gt;86) Chad has some pretty awesome shirts.&lt;br /&gt;87) Troy is very slow (Come on! Not even ONE kiss?)&lt;br /&gt;88) If you make good cookies, people fall in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;89) A high school can produce 17 musicals in a span of two years&lt;br /&gt;90) It is possible for the random girl you met at a ski lodge at New Year's to coincidentally move to your school and become your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;91) Singing absolves a person of any bad thing they've done.&lt;br /&gt;92) An entire school's network can be crippled by the push of a bottom (Taylor must be a really good hacker.)&lt;br /&gt;93) Chili cheese fries and milk are a substantial meal.&lt;br /&gt;94) Interperative dancing is a sign that there is something mentally wrong with you and must see a counselor&lt;br /&gt;95) All practical rules of time and space are lost when Troy and Gabriella hide.&lt;br /&gt;96) The very best way to condemn your friend for singing is to break out into a song yourself&lt;br /&gt;97) If you take your hat off and reveal luscious locks of brown hair you're instantly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;98) Gabriella always plans ahead thats how she's able instantneously change into a semi formal dress and heels for a basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;99) You dont mind linking arms with the school bitch that you hate as long as its the final dance number of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;100) When the entire East High School student body is decked out in red and white, Troy and Gabriella always seem to be in blue. Until the finale when they finally catch on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-7384317031293901299?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/7384317031293901299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=7384317031293901299' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7384317031293901299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7384317031293901299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/10/100-things-i-learned-from-high-school.html' title='100 things I learned from High School Musical'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RwPbNBqev1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/m2EqsCHP6b4/s72-c/Copy+of+P1010228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-2046126548674078836</id><published>2007-09-27T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:56:54.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How pretty is this???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rvx7fBqev0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/tOqZ3H3xa2A/s1600-h/5058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115099049738813250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rvx7fBqev0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/tOqZ3H3xa2A/s320/5058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-2046126548674078836?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/2046126548674078836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=2046126548674078836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/2046126548674078836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/2046126548674078836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-pretty-is-this.html' title='How pretty is this???'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rvx7fBqev0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/tOqZ3H3xa2A/s72-c/5058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-2760274406450614029</id><published>2007-09-25T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:53:49.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon I will be safe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RvlZIxqevzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FRhl7rWEezM/s1600-h/4125B4ZVXHL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114216859161247538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RvlZIxqevzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FRhl7rWEezM/s320/4125B4ZVXHL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to this book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-2760274406450614029?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/2760274406450614029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=2760274406450614029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/2760274406450614029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/2760274406450614029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/09/soon-i-will-be-safe.html' title='Soon I will be safe'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RvlZIxqevzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FRhl7rWEezM/s72-c/4125B4ZVXHL__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-6403678375374187297</id><published>2007-09-20T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:48:43.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RvM-4RqevxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/56vyL52uKQ8/s1600-h/P9130671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112499138530819858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RvM-4RqevxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/56vyL52uKQ8/s320/P9130671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-6403678375374187297?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/6403678375374187297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=6403678375374187297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/6403678375374187297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/6403678375374187297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/09/new.html' title='New poster'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RvM-4RqevxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/56vyL52uKQ8/s72-c/P9130671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-7091222583223417431</id><published>2007-09-20T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:42:50.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss her!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I miss my old roommate. At least we still have our humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MermaidsSplash:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so beacuse you are going to have the room to yourself...does that mean a sleepover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I AmAPurPrincess:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; umm definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;IAmAPurPrincess:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but i might sleep naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MermaidsSplash:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MermaidsSplash:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AmAPurPrincess:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; youre gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MermaidsSplash:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AmAPurPrincess:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yes i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AmAPurPrincess:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but there will only be one big bed so we will have to snuggle...and i will be naked...that seems a little lesbianic to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MermaidsSplash:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oopps...my underware just unsnapped&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-7091222583223417431?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/7091222583223417431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=7091222583223417431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7091222583223417431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7091222583223417431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-miss-her.html' title='I miss her!!!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-7984678558291029545</id><published>2007-09-13T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T10:23:35.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caps off to you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here at &lt;a href="http://www.longwood.edu/"&gt;Longwood&lt;/a&gt; we have a cermony called Convocation. It where the seniors get capped by their friends, little brother or sisters, whoever. It's means they are offically seniors when it happens. Kathy asked me to cap her. I was honored and of course I said yes. Oh did I mention the people that cap the other person decorates the cap. Yes and I mean over the top decorating. I am sooooo excited about her cap. Here are some pictures so you will understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109738304331349522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rulv6kzgfhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WoropI4TuOE/s320/P9130665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The front of the cap. The colors in the ribbon are APO colors which is her fraternity's color. The mermaid in the front is because she likes to swim and loves mermaids. The Ariel card is because we both love The Little mermaid. The stickers on it is because she wants to be a teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RulwwkzgfkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3a1Hbz-ZNbU/s1600-h/P9130666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109739232044285506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RulwwkzgfkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3a1Hbz-ZNbU/s320/P9130666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The back of the cap. The qoute in the glitter is in Redskin colors and says, "Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game." It's her favorite qoute from Cinderella Story. Then there is Harry Potter and a Panda because she loves them both. Then there is a frog because she is in the frog family. A penguin because she likes them too. And a monkey, well...because she is silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RulwY0zgfjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nyjbxLn1cC4/s1600-h/P9130670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109738824022392370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RulwY0zgfjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nyjbxLn1cC4/s320/P9130670.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I had to put it on. Haha. I seriously want this cap. But I love my Kathy and don't mind giving it away to her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-7984678558291029545?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/7984678558291029545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=7984678558291029545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7984678558291029545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7984678558291029545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-here-at-longwood-we-have-cermony.html' title='Caps off to you!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rulv6kzgfhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/WoropI4TuOE/s72-c/P9130665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-5971782993496286965</id><published>2007-09-10T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T13:32:07.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag I'm it!</title><content type='html'>Yep. Back to a childish game of tag....via blogging. I have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://anniebananie.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ann&lt;/a&gt;. Like any game there are rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Post rules before giving the facts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Provide 8 random facts/habits about yourself on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag (hopefully) 6 people and list their names. Comment on their blog informing them that they have been Tagged and that they need to read your blog to get the rules and post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in love with The Little Mermaid. When I say love I mean Obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a new knitter and I completely love it and wish I could knit all the time.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love watching Disney channel and know all the shows on it.&lt;br /&gt;4. My friends can't keep up with my energy sometimes, so I just dance around them as they watch.&lt;br /&gt;5. I adore pedicures. And manicures, but mostly pedicures.&lt;br /&gt;6. I lovelovelovelovelove to talk...and sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as for the bloggers..well...hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://powellwj.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wheat-Knee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.callmekdez.blogspot.com/"&gt;Knikki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay two whole people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-5971782993496286965?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/5971782993496286965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=5971782993496286965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/5971782993496286965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/5971782993496286965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/09/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-2770184709296915307</id><published>2007-09-08T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T07:29:28.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest thing ever!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=iBWdy1VUtCo&amp;amp;v3"&gt;This is why we're hot!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-2770184709296915307?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/2770184709296915307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=2770184709296915307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/2770184709296915307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/2770184709296915307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/09/funniest-thing-ever.html' title='Funniest thing ever!!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-1159324468975724897</id><published>2007-09-06T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T09:44:45.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My second one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RuAuMb2OxaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xMQynVzcuXI/s1600-h/P9060623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107132768606668194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RuAuMb2OxaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xMQynVzcuXI/s320/P9060623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now have one complete pair of socks!!! They aren't perfect but they are mine. So ha to everyone who made fun of me while i sat in D-hall and knitted or went to meetings and knitted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have nice comfy socks and you..well you can look at my socks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-1159324468975724897?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/1159324468975724897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=1159324468975724897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/1159324468975724897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/1159324468975724897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-second-one.html' title='My second one!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RuAuMb2OxaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xMQynVzcuXI/s72-c/P9060623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-101648158325290804</id><published>2007-08-31T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:32:51.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Yarn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RthQj72OxZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/meKmf2ok0xg/s1600-h/P8310617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104918755915253138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RthQj72OxZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/meKmf2ok0xg/s320/P8310617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The title says it all. I got new yarn! Look how pretty it is. I can't wait to make some more socks with this yarn. Although, I do need to finish my first socks first. And study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay yarn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-101648158325290804?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/101648158325290804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=101648158325290804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/101648158325290804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/101648158325290804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-yarn.html' title='New Yarn'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RthQj72OxZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/meKmf2ok0xg/s72-c/P8310617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-2828378036243937990</id><published>2007-08-24T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:21:59.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rs9nV72OxXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zzwYhxyfv2c/s1600-h/P8240615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102410529374127474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rs9nV72OxXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zzwYhxyfv2c/s320/P8240615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMGoodness!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished my first sock! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rs9nmL2OxYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/suz0Q-GLn4I/s1600-h/P8240616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102410808547001730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rs9nmL2OxYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/suz0Q-GLn4I/s320/P8240616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It soooooo comfy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-2828378036243937990?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/2828378036243937990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=2828378036243937990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/2828378036243937990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/2828378036243937990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-ever.html' title='First EVER!!!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rs9nV72OxXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zzwYhxyfv2c/s72-c/P8240615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-6655403133724427432</id><published>2007-08-23T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T20:51:02.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big girl day</title><content type='html'>Greetings from Farmville!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is nothing to say. It is boring here. But here is some recent news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that one of my roommates has mono. I know how horrible for her. She will be out of school for 2 weeks. I am soo upset because I miss her like woahwoahwoah! Today I did Movers and Shakers at &lt;a href="http://www.longwood.edu/"&gt;Longwood&lt;/a&gt;. That is where people volunteer to come and move the freshmen in so it is not as stressful for the parents. I had the AM shift so I was up at 6a. Not so bad right, well not if you couldn't sleep and didn't get to bed until 4a. Really! Talk about tired. So as soon as I finished with Movers and Shakers I went and took a three hour nap. This, may I say was an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;  nap! My phone rang and I never heard it. After my nap, I knitted a little. My sock is really coming along. I am down to the toe and now is the time I am adding rows until it fits my foot. Erin, who went to high school with me, called and asked if I wanted to go to&lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/"&gt; Wal*Mart&lt;/a&gt; so me, Erin, Liz (Erin's roommate) and Hawk went to Wal*Mart. Then Hawk and I ate dinner at D-Hall. Afterwards I went to Steph's apartment to move Kathy's (the one with mono) stuff from Steph's to our place. Then move Kathy's stuff from Kelly's/ Lauren's to our place. (Kathy has her stuff in both places). The headed out to the &lt;a href="http://www.longwood.edu/lp/committees.htm"&gt;Lancer Productions&lt;/a&gt; movie: "Blades of Glory." Then back to my apartment for a shower. And that is where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to knit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-6655403133724427432?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/6655403133724427432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=6655403133724427432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/6655403133724427432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/6655403133724427432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-girl-day.html' title='big girl day'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-7305256421577601186</id><published>2007-08-21T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:40:42.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RstWvr2OxQI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q37oppV3iXs/s1600-h/P8200607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101266380151244034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RstWvr2OxQI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q37oppV3iXs/s320/P8200607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey everyone. Sorry this is so delayed. A lot of things have happen so this may be a lot of pictures. I have moved back to &lt;a href="http://www.longwood.edu/"&gt;Longwood&lt;/a&gt;. Yes that is right, I am no longer in C'ville. I moved into the &lt;a href="http://www.longwood.edu/rcl/longwoodlandings/status/"&gt;Longwood Landings&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like a tour? Ok. Follow me. The picture on the right is my bedroom from the doorway...as you go in you see my bedroom you see my bed and my &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097757/"&gt;Little Mermaid &lt;/a&gt;poster :-D I am completely in love with my blue curtains. They are so me. And notice my Little Mermaid pillow and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RstXFr2OxRI/AAAAAAAAADU/bgFxvo3eSRk/s1600-h/P8200608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101266758108366098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RstXFr2OxRI/AAAAAAAAADU/bgFxvo3eSRk/s320/P8200608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blanket. And of course I took my knitting to school. I actually bought a lot more then this. All the other yarn is at the foot of my bed along with my laundry basket (picture not included so use imagination). &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RstZBL2OxSI/AAAAAAAAADc/e_hMG6bpM2o/s1600-h/P8200610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101268879822210338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RstZBL2OxSI/AAAAAAAAADc/e_hMG6bpM2o/s320/P8200610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0475293/"&gt;High School Musical&lt;/a&gt; poster. I am planning to get a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0810900/"&gt;High School Musical 2&lt;/a&gt; poster at &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/"&gt;Wal*Mart&lt;/a&gt;. Also is my dresser and my TV. My lamp is in the corner. On the other side of my dresser is my&lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RstZ1r2OxTI/AAAAAAAAADk/NLthUqi6v1Y/s1600-h/P8200609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101269781765342514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RstZ1r2OxTI/AAAAAAAAADk/NLthUqi6v1Y/s320/P8200609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; board thingy with all my pictures. Though I have a ton more. I ended up putting those on the back of my door. I have my trunk and my drawers. The on top is my jewery. We then take a look to the right and we will see my closet and my desk.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RstaYL2OxUI/AAAAAAAAADs/QwbvicgQDYg/s1600-h/P8200611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101270374470829378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RstaYL2OxUI/AAAAAAAAADs/QwbvicgQDYg/s320/P8200611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The curtain for my closet is the same as my window but purple. My desk is very plain now but that is because I haven't got books yet or set up my binders for classes. I am avoiding that until this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;That ends the tour for my room. Its my own little world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rstbn72OxWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PeMQsSMDRxE/s1600-h/P8210612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101271744565396834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rstbn72OxWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PeMQsSMDRxE/s320/P8210612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In knitting news: I am STILL working on my sock. I am now turning the heel and having problems with it. Translation: I don't know how to do it. But it coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for now. Check back for more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-7305256421577601186?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/7305256421577601186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=7305256421577601186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7305256421577601186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/7305256421577601186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RstWvr2OxQI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q37oppV3iXs/s72-c/P8200607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-6057136232264986923</id><published>2007-08-19T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T16:42:31.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, I hate zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/992/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Kris/wait.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-6057136232264986923?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/6057136232264986923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=6057136232264986923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/6057136232264986923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/6057136232264986923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/man-i-hate-zombies.html' title='Man, I hate zombies'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-3905893461178772252</id><published>2007-08-17T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:01:47.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The potential Break up song</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="Artist" style="FONT: bold 13px verdana; 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Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-3659663477482221453?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/3659663477482221453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=3659663477482221453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/3659663477482221453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/3659663477482221453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-same-way.html' title='I feel the same way'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-4944529274600830162</id><published>2007-08-10T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:24:48.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rryb2SddP9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/BthcaQ5fsTo/s1600-h/P1010509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097120235247189970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rryb2SddP9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/BthcaQ5fsTo/s320/P1010509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it seemed like it today at least. I went to &lt;a href="http://www.itsastitchcville.com/"&gt;It's A Stitch&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got a blue &lt;a href="http://www.debbieblissonline.com/"&gt;Debbie Bliss&lt;/a&gt; for Hannah's &lt;a href="http://www.xtreme-knitting.com/Dinosaurspattern.pdf"&gt;dinosaur&lt;/a&gt;. Then I got 2 pink and 2 black of &lt;a href="http://theknittinggarden.com/sl-cashmeresilkdk.htm"&gt;Sublime cashmere merino silk aran &lt;/a&gt;yarn. It is so soft and silky. I love it oh so much and cannot wait to work with it. I am using it for Becky's christmas present (I am making her legwarmers). I also got #3 DPN (to use for the socks) and #7 DPN (to use for the legwarmers). They are bamboo so I hope I enjoy them because I am stuck with them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RrydayddP-I/AAAAAAAAADE/h3-gq1EHueA/s1600-h/P1010510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097121961824042978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RrydayddP-I/AAAAAAAAADE/h3-gq1EHueA/s320/P1010510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got the yarn I ordered from &lt;a href="http://www.theloopyewe.com/"&gt;The Loopy Ewe&lt;/a&gt;. Its the yarn I am planning to use for my &lt;a href="http://www.chicknits.com/56st56rowsock.html"&gt;socks&lt;/a&gt;. I so exciting. I am also working on Patrick's hat but I think I can take a break from it so I can start my socks since I am soooo excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have a date tonight with my bestest and timmy. So excited about that. I think after dinner we are meeting up with peeps afterwards to hang out. So if you want to hang, hit my cell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-4944529274600830162?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/4944529274600830162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=4944529274600830162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4944529274600830162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4944529274600830162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rryb2SddP9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/BthcaQ5fsTo/s72-c/P1010509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-4431339864694628808</id><published>2007-08-09T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:42:30.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This was Jage's away message</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My ribs have parted ways&lt;br /&gt;They said, "We're not going to protect this heart you have."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I liked it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-4431339864694628808?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/4431339864694628808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=4431339864694628808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4431339864694628808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4431339864694628808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-was-jage.html' title='This was Jage&apos;s away message'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-5472451290974558751</id><published>2007-08-09T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:55:59.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rrs0rSddP7I/AAAAAAAAACs/9uHAPPyAgGs/s1600-h/100_1095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096725321594257330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rrs0rSddP7I/AAAAAAAAACs/9uHAPPyAgGs/s320/100_1095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to the fair again last night. I met up with GC-BFF, Whitney, Peter. We all bought wrist bands so we could ride the rides. I didn't want to but I did. So I rode the rides. It was fun. While on the Farris Wheel all GC-BFF and I did was take pictures. What losers we are. I also saw Master G and &lt;a href="http://anniebananie.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ann&lt;/a&gt; at there. He rode the Magic Carpet ride with me. While sliding down I thought the rug under me was going to slide out from underneath me. But it didn't. We also rode the "Super Shot". Ann told me that if anything happen to her son, then she was going to kill me. Well since I am still alive to write this entry, I think it is safe to say I am still alive so he came to no harm. She told me to hold him on the ride so I had my hand on his leg and when it released us, I freaked out and grabbed onto the handle, then remembered that I was supposed to be holding him and grab him again. I know, bad me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rrs1aCddP8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ovNA_8a9Hgo/s1600-h/100_1096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096726124753141698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rrs1aCddP8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ovNA_8a9Hgo/s320/100_1096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have no yarn yet for any new projects except yarn for Hats so I guess I will be making yet another hat. My list is growing. Let's see I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Pink Dinosaur for Hailey&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue Dinosaur for Hannah &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whatever color Dinosaur that Heidi decides her favorite is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Olive Hat for Megan &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leg warmers for Becky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blanket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hat for Dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washcloths for mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UVA Hat for Patrick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinosaur for Whitney (colors to come-Whitney, you are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; getting a zombie one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-5472451290974558751?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/5472451290974558751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=5472451290974558751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/5472451290974558751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/5472451290974558751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/fair.html' title='Fair'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rrs0rSddP7I/AAAAAAAAACs/9uHAPPyAgGs/s72-c/100_1095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-8518568690388761665</id><published>2007-08-08T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:15:36.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mouthfull of news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rroh0iddP5I/AAAAAAAAACc/S1DfNyRTHCA/s1600-h/P1010503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096423114810408850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rroh0iddP5I/AAAAAAAAACc/S1DfNyRTHCA/s320/P1010503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So many things, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, news on &lt;strong&gt;Knitting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have finished yet another &lt;a href="http://www.xtreme-knitting.com/Dinosaurspattern.pdf"&gt;dinosaur&lt;/a&gt;. This one is for my cousin Hailey for Christmas. Her favorite color is pink, hense the pink dinosaur. He is my best one so far. Yay! That makes my total number of dinosaurs: 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RroiLCddP6I/AAAAAAAAACk/-kRcY3tb-HE/s1600-h/P1010507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096423501357465506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RroiLCddP6I/AAAAAAAAACk/-kRcY3tb-HE/s320/P1010507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how cute they are together. It's like one big happy family, although, the VT one is leaving on Friday for a new home. He is going to Bryce for his birthday. Don't worry, I will make another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next news, I went to the fair yesterday. The &lt;a href="http://greenecountyfair.tripod.com/"&gt;Greene County Fair&lt;/a&gt; is in town. I don't know what is so exciting about the fair but it is da' bomb. (That's right, I said da' bomb!) You pay 5 dollars to walk around and talk to people. That's right. 5 dollars. To talk. I mean there are rides but the same rides as every year and the fair is &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;the same. My &lt;a href="http://www.longwood.edu/"&gt;Longwood&lt;/a&gt; BFF thinks i'm crazy to do this. She just doesn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so there is more but mom is rushing me out the door to go to the pool. I will be at the fair today again so if you are there, look for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-8518568690388761665?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/8518568690388761665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=8518568690388761665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/8518568690388761665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/8518568690388761665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/mouthfull-of-news.html' title='A mouthfull of news'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rroh0iddP5I/AAAAAAAAACc/S1DfNyRTHCA/s72-c/P1010503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-2555279553771492358</id><published>2007-08-07T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:05:04.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumper Stickers</title><content type='html'>I found a site where you can get bumper stickers. Here are some funny ones I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose saying F*** You would be unprofessional."&lt;br /&gt;"I run with scissors. It makes me feel dangerous."&lt;br /&gt;"Warning! Is there life after death? Come closer and find out." (with a picture of a gun)&lt;br /&gt;"When you say you are LOL I bet you are really not laughin out loud."&lt;br /&gt;"What happen? Did you wish for a big dick and become one instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-2555279553771492358?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/2555279553771492358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=2555279553771492358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/2555279553771492358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/2555279553771492358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/bumper-stickers.html' title='Bumper Stickers'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-1062914613481445214</id><published>2007-08-07T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:42:31.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Time is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="Title" style="FONT: bold 13px verdana; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Music Video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="hov" style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 310px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" href="http://videzonn.com/videos/h/high_school_musical/what_time_is_it.html?userid=560297" target="_blank"&gt;What Time Is It by (High School Musical) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;object codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="300" width="300" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="7938"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="7938"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3AAkR5cZbaI&amp;autoplay=1&amp;amp;autostart=1"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3AAkR5cZbaI&amp;autoplay=1&amp;amp;autostart=1"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="NoScale"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3AAkR5cZbaI&amp;autoplay=1&amp;autostart=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="300" loop="false" flashvars="autoStart=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://videzonn.com/?userid=560297" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Video Code by Video Code Zone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img height="0" src="http://videzonn.com/rstats.php?userid=560297" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-1062914613481445214?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/1062914613481445214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=1062914613481445214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/1062914613481445214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/1062914613481445214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-time-is-it.html' title='What Time is it?'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-6098838908034428638</id><published>2007-08-06T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T10:07:14.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am soooo excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RrdSriddP4I/AAAAAAAAACU/YC0G05Fr3yE/s1600-h/278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095632411331215234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RrdSriddP4I/AAAAAAAAACU/YC0G05Fr3yE/s320/278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to make socks and I just bought yarn for it. Yay!Look how pretty it is. I ordered it from &lt;a href="http://www.theloopyewe.com/"&gt;The Loopy Ewe&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://anniebananie.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ann&lt;/a&gt; found the &lt;a href="http://www.chicknits.com/56st56rowsock.html"&gt;pattern for my socks &lt;/a&gt;for me. She says it is a basic pattern so I should be able to do it. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although I won't be making the socks right away. I have a list already on what I need to make.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pink Dinosaur for Hailey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue Dinosaur for Hannah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whatever color Dinosaur that Heidi decides her favorite is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Olive Hat for Megan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leg warmers for Becky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blanket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hat for Dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washcloths for mom &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know. Quite a list. I know there is probably more so I will just be adding to the list as I go along. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://greenecountyfair.tripod.com/"&gt;The Greene County Fair&lt;/a&gt; is coming! It is the 7th-10th. So I hope I will get to see al my friends there. Also, I am throwing a &lt;a href="http://tv.disney.go.com/disneychannel/originalmovies/highschoolmusical2/"&gt;High School Musical 2&lt;/a&gt; party! I am excited. I'm sure only like two people will come but who cares. High School Musical 2 will still be there! Woop! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-6098838908034428638?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/6098838908034428638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=6098838908034428638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/6098838908034428638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/6098838908034428638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-soooo-excited.html' title='I am soooo excited!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RrdSriddP4I/AAAAAAAAACU/YC0G05Fr3yE/s72-c/278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-6106990989029453585</id><published>2007-08-01T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:18:00.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I finished another</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RrEwdCddP2I/AAAAAAAAACE/rCoNV6ZeZEY/s1600-h/P10105013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093905928967503714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RrEwdCddP2I/AAAAAAAAACE/rCoNV6ZeZEY/s320/P10105013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished another dinosaur. I am not in love with this one like I am the other. I don't know if I like the way it turned out. But it's not that bad. I am giving it to Bryce anyway, so I am going to have to make myself another one (with better colors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this is a small blog but I just wanted my picture up of the dinosaur. Now I have to finish the hat for Becky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-6106990989029453585?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/6106990989029453585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=6106990989029453585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/6106990989029453585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/6106990989029453585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-finished-another.html' title='I finished another'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/RrEwdCddP2I/AAAAAAAAACE/rCoNV6ZeZEY/s72-c/P10105013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-8575229117616274768</id><published>2007-07-31T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:31:40.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was a big girl today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq_fQSddPyI/AAAAAAAAABk/31V03WRl1Pk/s1600-h/P1010501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093535174505611042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq_fQSddPyI/AAAAAAAAABk/31V03WRl1Pk/s320/P1010501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I had to get a shot for the last of my HPV shots (There were three of them). And guess what! I didn't pass out! Usually, when I get a shot or get blood taken, I pass out and have seizures but not this time. I am excited. Although it did hurt. They gave me an ugly bandage so I put a different one on. If you look closely, you can see it's Ariel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Knitting news, I am still working on my &lt;a href="http://www.xtreme-knitting.com/Dinosaurspattern.pdf"&gt;dinosaur&lt;/a&gt;. I haven't got very far but I am working on it. The body is maroon and when I finally get the spikes done, they will be orange. Don't worry, put down your pitchforks all you 'Hoo fans. It's not for me but for Bryce who is turning 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq_f7SddPzI/AAAAAAAAABs/RddQSb4dx54/s1600-h/P1010503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093535913239985970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq_f7SddPzI/AAAAAAAAABs/RddQSb4dx54/s320/P1010503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also still working on the hat for Becky. It is not coming along very well. Not because it looks bad, just because I am trying to pump this dinosaur out before Bryce's birthday party (and yes, I am invited to a 12 year old's birthday party). I like the yarn I using which is some cheap one I got from &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/"&gt;Wal*Mart &lt;/a&gt;. I used the same kind of yarn for her brother's hat but his was black instead of navy blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq_hvSddP1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2bPtNKJ42rw/s1600-h/P1010502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093537906104811346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq_hvSddP1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2bPtNKJ42rw/s320/P1010502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, not much has been going on. Check back here to see what has been happening in my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-8575229117616274768?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/8575229117616274768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=8575229117616274768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/8575229117616274768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/8575229117616274768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-was-big-girl-today.html' title='I was a big girl today!!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq_fQSddPyI/AAAAAAAAABk/31V03WRl1Pk/s72-c/P1010501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-1236503931581267792</id><published>2007-07-30T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:15:16.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teehee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq5_CSddPxI/AAAAAAAAABc/ovPTEgBACGw/s1600-h/n504835925_11279_4448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093147905894465298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq5_CSddPxI/AAAAAAAAABc/ovPTEgBACGw/s320/n504835925_11279_4448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-1236503931581267792?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/1236503931581267792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=1236503931581267792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/1236503931581267792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/1236503931581267792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/07/teehee.html' title='teehee'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq5_CSddPxI/AAAAAAAAABc/ovPTEgBACGw/s72-c/n504835925_11279_4448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-418939894251980570</id><published>2007-07-29T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:13:14.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FINISHED MY DINOSAUR!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq0rQiddPvI/AAAAAAAAABM/ANH9oHhaKzU/s1600-h/P1010498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092774316754157298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq0rQiddPvI/AAAAAAAAABM/ANH9oHhaKzU/s320/P1010498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq0pNiddPsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HOxUsEh9MA8/s1600-h/P1010495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092772066191294146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq0pNiddPsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HOxUsEh9MA8/s320/P1010495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look! It's Bronty! I knitted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worked on him for the past week and I finally finished him today! You can see where I sewed him up but it's my first one so I am not that worried about it. Also, unless you squeeze his legs together before standing him up, he lays on his belly but he still is a cutie pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq0pxCddPuI/AAAAAAAAABE/hVGwksYmYpo/s1600-h/P1010497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092772676076650210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq0pxCddPuI/AAAAAAAAABE/hVGwksYmYpo/s320/P1010497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I used &lt;a href="http://www.debbieblissonline.com/"&gt;Debbie Bliss&lt;/a&gt; cotton. &lt;a href="http://anniebananie.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ann&lt;/a&gt; suggested it even though she had never worked with it. I must say that I did indeed fall in love with it. I love the way it felt between my fingers and it worked well with this project, although it did twist sometimes while I was working. It got annoying trying to fix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.debbieblissonline.com/"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq0pcCddPtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bCJG1kW7PDw/s1600-h/P1010496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092772315299397330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq0pcCddPtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bCJG1kW7PDw/s320/P1010496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next project is a hat....again. I am making yet another hat but this time it is navy blue. I have started it about three times already then ripped it out because I didn't like the way it was. Finally, I got it to work out and so now I am just needing to finish it. It gets old and sometimes knitting the hat can be boring, plus the yarn hurts my hand. It's soft, but its hard to work with the tension. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq0sISddPwI/AAAAAAAAABU/Hl1AhU674XI/s1600-h/P1010499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092775274531864322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq0sISddPwI/AAAAAAAAABU/Hl1AhU674XI/s320/P1010499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to start working on my other &lt;a href="http://www.xtreme-knitting.com/Dinosaurspattern.pdf"&gt;dinosaur&lt;/a&gt;, a Stegosaurus named Mr. Stegs. I am making it for Bryce for his birthday. I have to make it orange and maroon though. Not too siked about that but its for someone else and it will never have to be in my house again. (Go Hoos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-418939894251980570?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/418939894251980570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=418939894251980570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/418939894251980570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/418939894251980570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-finished-my-dinosaur.html' title='I FINISHED MY DINOSAUR!!!!!'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rq0rQiddPvI/AAAAAAAAABM/ANH9oHhaKzU/s72-c/P1010498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-3120045333368084866</id><published>2007-07-28T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T14:54:13.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rqu6_CddPnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DDSacmtMZRU/s1600-h/n509841879_16288_3093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092369395827424882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rqu6_CddPnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DDSacmtMZRU/s320/n509841879_16288_3093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't like the old layout of my other blog so I starting my new one. So from now on, please check out this one instead of the old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something that might make you smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-3120045333368084866?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/3120045333368084866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=3120045333368084866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/3120045333368084866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/3120045333368084866'/><link rel='alternate' 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break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(It sends you to me without wait)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say a prayer but let the good times roll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case God doesn't show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Let the good times roll, let the good times roll)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I want these words to make things right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Who does he think he is?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If that's the worst you got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better put your fingers back to the keys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night and one more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though they weren't so great"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One night, yeah, and one more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been looking forward to the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my eyesight is going bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this crystal ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's always cloudy except for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you look into the past &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(look into the past)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One night stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(one night stand off)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night and one more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though they weren't so great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"He tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One night, yeah, and one more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He, he tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In hotel rooms collecting page six lovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood, whoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night and one more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though they weren't so great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"He tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One night, yeah, and one more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One night and one more time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(One more night, one more time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though they weren't so great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"He tastes like you only sweeter"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One night, yeah, and one more time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(One more night, one more time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"He, he tastes like you only sweeter" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-4765432721109772824?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/4765432721109772824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=4765432721109772824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4765432721109772824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/4765432721109772824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/07/thanks-for-memories-even-though-they.html' title='Thanks for the memories even though they weren&apos;t so great'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7246873062857142774.post-8719089058156111560</id><published>2007-07-28T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T15:07:02.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JSL Champs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rqu9ICddPoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/43A_QuNr-ZE/s1600-h/100_0974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092371749469503106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rqu9ICddPoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/43A_QuNr-ZE/s320/100_0974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsl.org/"&gt;JSL&lt;/a&gt; Champs were this weekend. I spent most of Friday at UVA's pool sitting in a tent knitting. We, the &lt;a href="http://www.jsl.org/ghg.htm"&gt;Greene Hills Gators &lt;/a&gt;were in 4th place as of Friday night but who knows where we will fall on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say how proudproudproud I am of my wondeful little swimmer who got 25 out of 75 swimmers. I must say he kicked butt. Too see the full story, check out &lt;a href="http://anniebananie.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ann&lt;/a&gt;'s blog. She also took a picture of me knitting my dinosaur. Ignore the clevage. If you look closely, you can kinda see what the dinosaur will look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.xtreme-knitting.com/Dinosaurspattern.pdf"&gt;dinosaur&lt;/a&gt; is coming along but I am still having some problems with it. It is difficult but then again , not too difficult. I am making Bronty. There are two other dinosaurs and I am going to make them too. Got to finish one first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I head back to school soon. I am excited but not excited. I mean, I cannot wait till I get to see my friends again, but I am going to miss being home. So as of Aug. 20, please direct all letters for me to my address at &lt;a href="http://www.longwood.edu/"&gt;Longwood&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7246873062857142774-8719089058156111560?l=mermaidssplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/feeds/8719089058156111560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7246873062857142774&amp;postID=8719089058156111560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/8719089058156111560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7246873062857142774/posts/default/8719089058156111560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mermaidssplash.blogspot.com/2007/07/jsl-champs.html' title='JSL Champs'/><author><name>Ellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04450166789359286020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/SOGRxn2jU4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/L6ZFSKakEQY/S220/P9091590.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R98Um8Sa05c/Rqu9ICddPoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/43A_QuNr-ZE/s72-c/100_0974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
