<?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-9378672</id><updated>2011-09-14T10:56:23.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're All Mad Here...</title><subtitle type='html'>"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice said. 

"Oh, you can't help that," The Cheshire cat said with a grin. "We're all mad here. You may have noticed I'm not all there myself..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-116424746118605076</id><published>2006-11-22T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:42:41.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've seen 101 of these 168 movies (aka I have no life)</title><content type='html'>SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 85 movies, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 168 movies on this list. Put your score in header and re-post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;(x) Grease(x) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;() Boondock Saints&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;() Starsky and Hutch&lt;br /&gt;(x) Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blazing Saddles&lt;br /&gt;(x) Airplane&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;( ) AnchorMan: The Legend of Ron Burgandy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Napoleon Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;() Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;(x) Saw&lt;br /&gt;(x) Saw II&lt;br /&gt;(x) White Noise&lt;br /&gt;(x) White Oleander&lt;br /&gt;() Anger Management&lt;br /&gt;(x) 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement&lt;br /&gt;Total: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream 2&lt;br /&gt;() Scream 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) scary Movie 3&lt;br /&gt;() Scary Movie 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Wedding&lt;br /&gt;( ) American Pie Band Camp&lt;br /&gt;Total: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 4&lt;br /&gt;() Resident Evil 1&lt;br /&gt;(x) Resident Evil 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Wedding Singer&lt;br /&gt;() Little Black Book&lt;br /&gt;() The Village&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;(x) Signs&lt;br /&gt;() The Grinch&lt;br /&gt;() Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;br /&gt;() White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;(x) Butterfly Effect&lt;br /&gt;(x) 13 Going on 30&lt;br /&gt;( ) I, Robot&lt;br /&gt;(x) Robots&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story&lt;br /&gt;() Universal Soldier&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;( ) Along Came Polly&lt;br /&gt;() Deep Impact&lt;br /&gt;() KingPin&lt;br /&gt;(x) Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet The Parents&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet the Fockers&lt;br /&gt;() Eight Crazy Nights&lt;br /&gt;() Joe Dirt&lt;br /&gt;(x) KING KONG&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminal&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br /&gt;() Passport to Paris&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dumb &amp; Dumber&lt;br /&gt;() Dumber &amp;amp; Dumberer&lt;br /&gt;(x) Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;(x) Final Destination 2&lt;br /&gt;() Final Destination 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Halloween&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Ring&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Ring 2&lt;br /&gt;() Surviving X-MAS&lt;br /&gt; () Flubber&lt;br /&gt;Total: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harold &amp; Kumar Go To White Castle&lt;br /&gt;() Practical Magic&lt;br /&gt;(x) Chicago&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;(x) From Hell&lt;br /&gt;() Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Secret Window&lt;br /&gt;() I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;() The Whole Nine Yards&lt;br /&gt;() The Whole Ten Yards&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;() Child's Play&lt;br /&gt;() Seed of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;() Bride of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;() Just Married&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gothika&lt;br /&gt;() Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sixteen Candles&lt;br /&gt;() Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;() Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;() The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;() Son Of The Mask&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Bad Boys 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Joy Ride&lt;br /&gt;() Lucky Number Sleven&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;() Ocean's Twelve&lt;br /&gt;(x) Identity&lt;br /&gt;() Lone Star&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bedazzled&lt;br /&gt;() Predator I&lt;br /&gt;() Predator II&lt;br /&gt;() The Fog&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ice Age&lt;br /&gt;() Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;br /&gt;() Curious George&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Indepenence Day&lt;br /&gt;() Cujo&lt;br /&gt;() A Bronx Tale&lt;br /&gt;(x) Darkness Falls&lt;br /&gt;() Christine&lt;br /&gt;(x) ET&lt;br /&gt;() Children of the Corn&lt;br /&gt;() My Boss' Daughter&lt;br /&gt;(x) Maid in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;() Frailty&lt;br /&gt;() War of the Worlds (the orginal version!)&lt;br /&gt;(x)Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rush Hour 2&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Best Bet&lt;br /&gt;(x) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;br /&gt;(x) She's All That&lt;br /&gt;(x) Calendar Girls&lt;br /&gt;() Sideways&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mars Attacks&lt;br /&gt;() Event Horizon&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ever After&lt;br /&gt;(x) Wizard of Oz&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;() Big Trouble in Little China&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminator&lt;br /&gt;(x)The Terminator 2&lt;br /&gt;() The Terminator 3&lt;br /&gt;Total: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x)X-Men&lt;br /&gt;(x)X2&lt;br /&gt;(x)X3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;(x)Spider-Man 2&lt;br /&gt;() Sky High&lt;br /&gt;(x)Jeepers Creepers&lt;br /&gt;(x)Jeepers Creepers 2&lt;br /&gt;(x)Catch Me If You Can&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Others&lt;br /&gt;(x)Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;(x)Reign of Fire&lt;br /&gt;() The Skulls&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cruel Intentions&lt;br /&gt;() Cruel Intentions 2&lt;br /&gt;(x)The Hot Chick&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;Total: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x)Swimfan&lt;br /&gt;() Miracle&lt;br /&gt;(x) Old School&lt;br /&gt;() The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;(x)K-Pax&lt;br /&gt;() Krippendorf's Tribe&lt;br /&gt;(x)A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;() Ice Castles&lt;br /&gt;(x)Boogeyman&lt;br /&gt;(x) The 40-year-old Virgin&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Add them up and put "I've seen xxx of these 168 movies" in the subject lineand repost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-116424746118605076?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/116424746118605076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=116424746118605076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/116424746118605076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/116424746118605076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-seen-101-of-these-168-movies-aka-i.html' title='I&apos;ve seen 101 of these 168 movies (aka I have no life)'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-116382644036660954</id><published>2006-11-17T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:12:55.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump on the bandwagon</title><content type='html'>Because I am bored and EVERYONE is doing it, I will do this quiz-like thingymabob. Because I'm bored. And yes, I know I haven't posted in months. And yes, this is technically not a real post. Did I mention I was bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. FIRST NAME? I have many names.&lt;br /&gt;2. ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Possibly. But I don't know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? It's been so long I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?  Yes, this font is very nice.&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Sliced.&lt;br /&gt;6. KIDS :  What about them?&lt;br /&gt;7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Probably not. Because I would be different then.&lt;br /&gt;8. There is no 8, So I made my own! Favorite idea you would like to see made real: Meathooks through a person's collarbone.&lt;br /&gt;9. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? Tell me, what is the difference between a journal and a blog?&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? No. But I would jump out of a plane. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Cocoa puffs.&lt;br /&gt;13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Who really does?&lt;br /&gt;14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Strong enough for what?&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Moose tracks&lt;br /&gt;16. SHOE SIZE? Not the kind I want.&lt;br /&gt;17. RED OR PINK? Depends on my mood. And the object.&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? Exactly how do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;19. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My Grandma probably.&lt;br /&gt;20. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? ...Why do you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?  I hope you know I changed my song after reading this to sound cooler. "I'm in love" by Counting Crows&lt;br /&gt;23. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Pea Green.&lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE SMELL? Laundry.&lt;br /&gt;25. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;26. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? Hair. Eyes. Pick a feature!&lt;br /&gt;27. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? I wasn't sent this. I stole it off a blog.&lt;br /&gt;28. FAVORITE DRINK? Vodka.&lt;br /&gt;29. FAVORITE SPORT? The ones I make up.&lt;br /&gt;30. EYE COLOR? Not want I want either.&lt;br /&gt;31. HAT SIZE? The size of the hat.&lt;br /&gt;32. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;33. FAVORITE FOOD? Don't have a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;34. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIE THEATER? Saw III. For ideas.&lt;br /&gt;35. SUMMER OR WINTER? Spring.&lt;br /&gt;36. HUGS, KISSES OR BOTH? I'm anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;37. FAVORITE DESSERT? Lots.&lt;br /&gt;38. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? No one, cause they all already did it.&lt;br /&gt;39. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? The people that don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? Uh.....none right now I think.&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE? I have no favorites.&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV? I don't watch tv anymore.&lt;br /&gt;43. FAVORITE SOUNDS: There are a lot of questions about favorites.&lt;br /&gt;44. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Rolling Stones, cause of Mick Jagger's big lips.&lt;br /&gt;45. WHAT'S YOUR SPECIAL TALENT? Wouldn't you like to know.&lt;br /&gt;46. WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? April 20, 1986, St. Louis, MO, in a hospital, 10:55 pm&lt;br /&gt;47. WHO SENT this to you? Uh, no one, remember? I stole it off a blog.&lt;br /&gt;48. The one thing you like most about yourself? If you don't know after reading this, go away.&lt;br /&gt;49.Who is the one person who knows you better than anybody? No one knows the real me!&lt;br /&gt;50. One thing you would like to say to those you are sending this to? This is sad how bored I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-116382644036660954?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/116382644036660954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=116382644036660954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/116382644036660954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/116382644036660954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/11/jump-on-bandwagon.html' title='Jump on the bandwagon'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-116182003399252075</id><published>2006-10-25T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T16:47:38.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple months without an update and now this? 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What a jip.'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-115246895836054957</id><published>2006-07-09T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:02:57.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a jar of dirt.</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to post, I really have! Well, it's been a long while. About a couple weeks? Ok, so most of this news won't be in order, but I don't think it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats have fleas again, which sucks super bad. Jess got them medicine so I'm hoping it won't be long until they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles went to the Demonhunter concert, which I am actually jealous about! I thought I could handle it, thinking "I wouldn't really want to go to any concert that had a mosh pit" (which Charles and all the guys he went with were in). But I am sorry I didn't get to go. Work and, well, no ticket. I told Charles to bring me something and he ended up bringing a recording. Now, this wasn't just any recording. It was the lead singer of Demonhunter saying hi to me! At first I was confused as to what it was, then Charles explained that after the concert he and about thirty other people got to meet the band and he asked the singer to say hi to me! Sounds sorta stupid but I was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went twice to get my license and failed both times. The first time I handled it fine, but the second time I was so pissed. The lady was a total bitch! I should have passed then. I know it. I had all these hopes for it, that I would go get a new job, I was planning on celebrating that night... I couldn't help it, I broke down crying. I scared mom to death cause I drove home crying and bitching (I couldn't make up my mind to be sad or angry, so I chose both) Then I knew that if I went into work like that I would most definately end up regretting either walking out or flat-out quitting, so I called in. My manager got pissed and was like "and YOU want to be a manager?" and I felt like saying "fuck no, fuck the job" but I just said I was sorry, and she told me "I'll remember this". I couldn't take it and just hung up and cried some more. Mom was really nice and bought me a shake from Steak n' Shake to make me feel better. Then she made me feel even better by listening to me bitch about my job. I love my mom. (even though she's nuts sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday before the fourth of July there were some fireworks downtown, and I went with Will and his sister to go see them. But there was traffic and road construction, plus we were already late, so we ended up going across the river and watching them from the side of the highway. It was still fun though, Sarah and I sat up on the car and we had a pretty good view, but Will stayed in the car cause he was in a bad mood and had had a bad day. Unfortunately for the fourth, I worked and came home to leftover bbq and no fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons we love working with David:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(he had just noticed a big hole in the side of my shoe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David: Why are you wearing your church shoes to work?&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;(confused)&lt;/em&gt; These aren't my church shoes.&lt;br /&gt;David: Yeah they are, they're hella holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it was a terrible joke, but it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a couple weeks ago, I had a day off and I was really bored, so I ended up organizing my entire photo collection. I mean that I went through and wrote on the back of all them and sorted it out. Took me forever. I am having dinner with dad tonight to talk about school stuff and money. I'm not thrilled, but it needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm about to be a manager at work. I have most of the uniform, we're just waiting on the shirt. I'm so thrilled. (that was sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my job. As soon as I get my license I'm going to find another one. What I really want is to work at a halloween store that is gonna be open soon. It's only seasonal, but I would really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night I went and saw POTC 2: Dead Man's Chest. Now, I suggest that if you don't want movie spoilers that you don't read the rest. I'll even space it out, cause I had movie spoilers and it pissed me off. (guys at work, you bastards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***spoilers ahead, matey***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the beginning felt a tad bit slow and confusing. It was also sort of boring until Jack Sparrow came in. He was the best thing in the movie. I still hate Keira Knightley, Orlando Bloom isn't that great of an actor, but he still looked great. The whole cannibal scene, while it had funny bits, I have to agree with Joe that it was a bit long and pointless. The story really picked up from there and there were tons of silly moments and bad jokes. They mentioned tons of things from the first movie which I found amusing.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that Davy Jones was absolutely amazing (he's done/voiced by Bill Nighy, whom I love and has always done an amazing job). Not to mention he looked great. Those tentacle things were so cool. He has got to be one of the best bad guys ever. Now, the rest of his crew bordered on the strange to just plain eye-rolling. Hammerhead guy was cool, but that hermit crab guy was just stupid. All others fell in between.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the big action sequence where they're fighting on the island, I loved most of it, but it did get a bit long by the time they got to the longboat. Of course, anything that Jack Sparrow did or said I loved. He is just so awesome, and Johnny Depp...no one else could have done it. Or at least made it so popular and loveable...etc.&lt;br /&gt;There were so many great lines in the movie also. I was pleased to see the two pirates from the first one, I can't think of thier names now. The wooden eye guy and his friend.&lt;br /&gt;I also thought that the imagery in the movie was incredible. Not just the CGI, but the sets! They were so beautiful. And the costumes! And oh my god, the Kraken. Cool cool cool. I have always loved sea monsters, and when I learned that he was in there and I saw him I was blown away. I think my favorite (non-Jack) moment of the film was when the Kraken sunk the first boat in the film. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The ending was not what I was expecting. I had it spoiled for me that the Black Pearl would sink, so I wasn't that surprised. What did surprise me was Keira(doing what she did to Jack, that bitch), Jack (that he was actually eaten, I kept expecting him to pop up outta nowhere), and Barbossa(I totally had no clue, I thought Jack was coming down the stairs). And the damn cliffhanger!&lt;br /&gt;I also didn't care for the return of Norrington. Admittedly he was much cooler in this one cause he lost his crusty upper lip and that damn ugly wig, but I still wasn't pleased with just how much they brought from the first movie. A lot of it was good, like most of the jokes, but there is such a thing as overkill. With as long as this movie was and all the stuff from the first movie, and that damn cliffhanger, a bit of overkill. But on the other hand, Jack Sparrow was so great and there were tons of great funny moments....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ***end spoilers if you're still here***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make up my mind to like it or not. To be pleased or disappointed. ....But I think I would buy it and watch it again. Yes. So that is my end decision on the movie. And just one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5307/680/1600/dirt.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5307/680/320/dirt.1.jpg" 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/9378672-115246895836054957?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/115246895836054957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=115246895836054957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/115246895836054957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/115246895836054957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-got-jar-of-dirt.html' title='I&apos;ve got a jar of dirt.'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-115038878743489823</id><published>2006-06-15T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:11:57.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phantom of the Opera is there...inside your mind...</title><content type='html'>So, first things first. Uncle Mike came in Tuesday afternoon and we all visited, shared pictures and videos and later went to dinner. It was great seeing him again. Then Wed morning I worked until it was time for....Phantom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5307/680/320/mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little trouble finding the theatre cause we had shitty directions, but thankfully a call to a friend's mom who knew where it was set us straight. (T, thank your mom for us again!) We found it successfully after that and now we know where to go next time! We had seats up in the middle balcony but we took our sweet time getting there because the theatre is just so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to our seats, we had a pretty good view. Unfortunately there was a lady two rows down from me with really big poofy hair and I thought she would block the middle of the stage for the whole performance, but luckily she leaned back in her seat during most of the play (at other points she liked to scoot around which would block my view for a moment) Other than than, I saw it pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play was absolutely amazing. Magic of the stage indeed! Everything was just so seamless and well done. All the parts were amazingly cast. Madame Giry was awesome, I was glad there seemed to be a little more of her in the play than there was in the movie. Meg was delightful, Carlotta a perfect diva with her airs and hard on the ears singing. Piangi (did I spell that right?) was ten times better than in the movie, Messers. Andre and Firmin were awesome, they are my favorite characters (besides the Phantom, of course) Raoul was twenty times better than that twerp they cast in the movie (he sang amazingly). Christine did a good job, but sometimes her singing got a little bit much for me. Maybe in a few years she'll go to Carlotta's role! And the Phantom! T, he was awesome. He was perfect. Marvelous! So much better than the movie. I mean, Gerard Butler is sexy and all, but he didn't quite have the voice for it. This guy, I wish he was on my soundtrack. When they came out for curtain call, everybody clapped for their favorite, but nobody stood up until he came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom - John Cudia&lt;br /&gt;Christine - Marie Danvers&lt;br /&gt;Raoul - Adam Monley&lt;br /&gt;Carlotta - Kim Stengel&lt;br /&gt;Andre - D. C. Anderson&lt;br /&gt;Firmin - Bruce Winant&lt;br /&gt;Madame Giry - Patti Davidson-Gorbea&lt;br /&gt;Piangi - Sal Sabella (I think, because there was a cast change)&lt;br /&gt;Meg Giry - Joelle Gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit - Thanks for correct my spelling, Jess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-115038878743489823?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/115038878743489823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=115038878743489823' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/115038878743489823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/115038878743489823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/06/phantom-of-opera-is-thereinside-your.html' title='The Phantom of the Opera is there...inside your mind...'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-115021061890230807</id><published>2006-06-13T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:23:26.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's...</title><content type='html'>a post! (What did you think it would be? Superman? Don't be ridiculous, he won't appear for a couple more weeks.) Anywho, yes. It's a post. I know I haven't been updating a lot recently. I don't know. Does anyone besides my sister read this? Not that I'm complaining, I love my blog, but sometimes I wonder at the point of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, right now I'm sitting here, bored and awake too early for a day I am off (9:30 am). I figured I would clean my room to pass some time, because my Uncle Mike is coming over and I want it to look good just in case mom decides to give him a tour (again). But all I had to do was make my bed and straighten my pile of shoes. Then came the sudden realization that - wait, didn't I clean my room a couple days ago? Yup. And it's still clean. Everything dusted and straightened and lookin' pretty. So I hopped on my computer, checked all my webcomics, mail, and other peoples blogs. Now I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I practiced my parellel parking (finally). After mom picked me up from work we drove down to an empty school lot so that I could practice. She got out of the car after telling me the basics and stood where the bumper of the car in front of me should be. After three times, I had pretty much gotten the hang of it. Not perfect yet, but what do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Phantom of the Opera! I'm so excited. I get off work early and I gotta come home and shower and get ready and then we'll be off! I think we have pretty good seats too - middle balcony. It would probably be best if we had lower balcony, but it was hard to find three seats together on the ticket site (stupid site). Oh well. I'd rather be up there than in the lower seats. (My sis told me that they really do crash the chandelier and that would totally freak me out) But the seats are pretty much in the middle, I believe, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why we love working with David:&lt;br /&gt;David: My biological clock is way off today.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You mean you're having the urge to have children before it's too late?&lt;br /&gt;David:&lt;em&gt; (pause)&lt;/em&gt; Well, that's not exactly the outcome I was looking for, but ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(We both laugh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David: No seriously, it feels like a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, maybe you had to be there, but it was so funny yesterday at work when that happened. I absolutely love some of my coworkers. David is one of them, we joke around so much. I wish I had a tape recorder with me when we're working together because we have the funniest conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Did I mention (no) that Jessie and I got Are You Afraid of the Dark? For those who don't know what that is, it was a kid's tv program that ran on Nickelodeon way back in the nineties. The show featured a group of kids around a campfire called The Midnight Society and they would take turns telling spooky or weird stories. Great show. My sister and I were hooked on it when we were kids. Naturally it ended (after seven seasons though!) and we never saw or heard of it again. For awhile now, since everything has started coming out on dvd, we've been looking for it. Jessie found it on a site called Limited Classics. It was all seven seasons (99 episodes) for only 44 bucks. Oh baby, we snapped that up. It's not fancy but it's all there and in good condition. So far we've watched three or four of the eleven disks. Great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also recently I've been watching a lot of my Batman cartoons. The animated series one (the only true one! ahem.) But I was bored, and when I just want something short to watch I pop a random disk in and just enjoy. That is truly the best Batman ever. And while I was watching it, I saw this one part with the Joker that I just HAD to have a picture of. Much searching on the net and I found it. The scene in the cartoon is basically one of the Joker's goons asks him a stupid question and this is the face Joker gets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5307/680/1600/unhappy%20joker.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5307/680/320/unhappy%20joker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not laugh at that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-115021061890230807?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/115021061890230807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=115021061890230807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/115021061890230807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/115021061890230807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/06/look-up-in-sky-its-bird-its-plane-its.html' title='Look! Up in the sky! It&apos;s a bird! It&apos;s a plane! It&apos;s...'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-114913565562384222</id><published>2006-05-31T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:20:55.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, a Faire, and Plans</title><content type='html'>It seems forever that I posted...Well, here is a really long list of movies that I have seen recently and my thoughts on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Man - I watched this last night while I was bored; it was just on tv. Hilary Duff, Heather Locklear. Blah. It was ok while I was watching it but by the end I really didn't like it. My favorite character was the gay guy (that blonde from Queer Eye....what's his name? Carson?) Hilary's movies are definately going downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ringer - Johnny Knoxville and a ton of people I don't know. I thought I wouldn't like this. I came in the middle of it while my sister was watching it, and I really enjoyed it, so I had to watch the rest that I missed. Amazingly, I loved it. In fact, I've watched it twice and I still want to watch it. Very surprising for a movie I thought I wouldn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brokeback Mountain - Heath Ledger, Jake Gyllenhall. Wow. I wasn't sure what to expect with this movie, but wow. It was amazing. Definately earned it's best picture nomination. The performances are amazing, the movie is incredibly powerful. I feel sorry for anyone who refuses to see it simply because it is "two gay guys." I truly think this is one of the best representations of love in film that I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash - Uh, a bunch of people in it. Another that I didn't know what to expect, but damn, it also earned the best picture nomination. I won't say win, because I honestly don't know which one I liked better, Brokeback Mountain or Crash. This film made you think you knew what to expect and then totally went the opposite way, but in a good way. I really felt for the characters and it was such an emotional film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X3 The Last Stand - Hugh Jackman, Halle Berry, Patrick Stewart, Ian McKellan, etc. Honestly, I thought this was just ok. No better or worse than the other ones. But I have to admit I was disappointed in parts. Angel wasn't in it as much as I thought he would be. And Rogue was really disappointing. (No spoilers!) I mean, it was good, but I don't know. I have mixed feelings over things that happened. Can't really say without giving away stuff that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been seeing a lot of movies lately! In other news, Joe and Heather might be moving into their basement where Joe's mom's room is, and she'll be moving up to his room. But things aren't for sure yet, so wish them luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Greater St. Louis Renaissance Faire Sunday with my mom. I'll also be going this next Sunday with Joe and Heather. It was so great! I have some really good photos that I might post later, but don't be too hopeful. I did dress up this year, rented my costume and bought some medival shoes that are actually quite comfy. We saw lots of great shows and I can't wait to go back this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also last weekend, on Sat, the family and I (well, most of us) went out to a resort my mom bought into. It was alright I guess. The only thing I'm really looking forward to is the horseback riding. I've never ridden and I would love to learn someday. We pretty much just drove around, ate lunch and walked a bit, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this next Sat, we're having a huge garage sale that I have to help with, then Joe, Heather and I are all going yard-saleing to accumulate more crap. It will be fun, I think (hope?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, or long, I have been busy! Then coming up in a couple weeks is going to the theatre to see Phantom of the Opera and then Joe's birthday! I'm super excited about going to see Phantom. This will be my first time going to a live theatre show! And I've already bought Joe's presents, I just need to get the one in the mail and then I can wrap it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I've been working too. It seems that everything just decides to happen all at once. My calender is totally blank for weeks after Joe's birthday. And I've already started thinking about the next halloween party! I think I will end this post with a very appropriate quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans."&lt;/em&gt; - John Lennon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-114913565562384222?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/114913565562384222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=114913565562384222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114913565562384222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114913565562384222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/05/movies-faire-and-plans.html' title='Movies, a Faire, and Plans'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-114822343836913822</id><published>2006-05-21T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:11:45.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Code</title><content type='html'>I went last night to a late late showing of The Da Vinci Code with a few friends, two of whom read the book, two who are reading it, and two that haven't read it and never will. Personally, I have read the book, but it was some time ago. Still, from what I can remember, they did a fairly good job adapting it to the big screen. Julie had read the book most recently, and she, along with Joe and I, had a huge discussion over everything they had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, I thought it was pretty good. I would definately go see it again and I would buy it. The last five minutes of the movie were so well done, so beautiful and moving... That was probably my favorite part in the book and I was really looking forward to seeing how Ron Howard portrayed it on the big screen. He did good. I can't say what the ending is here, I think, because I don't know if *insert you* have read the book or seen the movie. But if you have done either, you should know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theatre itself was pretty full. There were no protestors, although we had been sort of looking forward to seeing some. The kind of people we noticed in the theatre were odd though. A lot of preppy looking sorts. Not that I don't want them seeing the movie, but I had just thought that more, well, intellectual sorts would be there, not high school preppy kids. The ones in front of Joe even fell asleep during the movie! One kid was messing with his cell phone the entire time. But for the majority, I didn't notice anyone walking out or being upset at the end, so I was pleased that apparently we had an open-minded audience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-114822343836913822?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/114822343836913822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=114822343836913822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114822343836913822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114822343836913822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-code.html' title='The Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-114784635099709162</id><published>2006-05-16T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:12:31.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These people are nuts</title><content type='html'>So I went to a concert tonight with Will at a little bar. He had been to see them before, but it was my first time. It was...interesting. The band was great, and the music was awesome. The people there though, whew. We got there early and got seats right up front by the dance floor. It wasn't really crowded, so we just sat and listened and watched the three people dancing. Later on it got really crowded. Will kept trying to get me to dance, but I refuse to dance in public and I'm as stubborn, if not more so, as a mule, so he didn't succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people that were dancing were really interesting and fun to watch. Although I kept thinking, "these people are nuts." I did have my favorites to watch though. There was Seizure Guy, who could not dance at all. It was almost painful to watch. There was an older guy whose only dance move was to shake his hips and make up different variations on shaking his hips. There was girl in the blue skirt, very pretty but....how to word this without sounding offensive...hippie-ish? I don't mean it derogatory, but I guess you just had to see her dance. Well, she was just one of many dancing like that, but for some reason she was the most noticable to me. There was air-guitar guy. He would just stand there bobbing his head to the music and all the sudden do some funky air guitar, then go back to standing there bobbing his head. It was hilarious. There were many others, but my definate favorite was The Cowboy. He (obviously) was wearing a cowboy hat, and he was one of the first dancing. He just had so much energy! At first his dancing was absolutely horrible, but after awhile of watching him, it was almost mezmerizing. He was just so fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I counted at least 14 girls wearing peasant skirts. It was totally ridiculous. It was so cliche. I mean, I can definately see where stereotypes can come from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a fun night, with the exception of Will bugging me to dance. I felt bad for saying no, but no force in hell would make me get up and dance in front of him. I may have danced in public before, but it wasn't very fun for me and I feel ridiculous doing it. I am glad I went though and spent some time with Will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-114784635099709162?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/114784635099709162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=114784635099709162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114784635099709162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114784635099709162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/05/these-people-are-nuts.html' title='These people are nuts'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-114744799120165953</id><published>2006-05-12T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:52:34.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If you knew you were going to die on at specific day at a specific time, what's...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The last song you would listen to?&lt;/strong&gt;   - I think Bolero from the Moulin Rouge credits. Joe understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Book you would read?  &lt;/strong&gt;-Hmm. I think maybe "And then there were none" by Agatha Christie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Person you would talk to?  &lt;/strong&gt;-Can I have two? Joe and Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Food you would eat?  &lt;/strong&gt;-Chocolate. Definately lots of chocolate. Or maybe some turkey, but it's gotta be the best turkey I've ever eaten, like the kind they had on that cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Goal you would accomplish?   &lt;/strong&gt;-I would take out all my savings and borrow some from somewhere and go to Scotland. Most likely straight to Loch Ness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-114744799120165953?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/114744799120165953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=114744799120165953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114744799120165953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114744799120165953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/05/friday-five.html' title='Friday Five'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-114619710065675897</id><published>2006-04-27T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:43:20.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mastercards Latest Commercial, Kati-Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Deck of poker cards: $1.97&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-pack of Pibb soda: $3.95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from Heather: Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These recent gems came from Heather while Chris and Joe played poker and Heather and I discussed bras while taking turns being dealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The all-clear plastic bra by the Heather and Kati corporation! 'Be you, be see-through!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's clear like plastic but soft like cotton! We'll call it...Placotton!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cheese bra...it brings out the mouse in you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - If I ever find out someone has taken our amazing wonderful stupendous ideas, I will hunt you down and hang you with the bras. Have a nice day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-114619710065675897?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/114619710065675897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=114619710065675897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114619710065675897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114619710065675897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/04/mastercards-latest-commercial-kati.html' title='Mastercards Latest Commercial, Kati-Style'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-114602191418235319</id><published>2006-04-25T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:39:22.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And it's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how lazy I've gotten with blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's only a few weeks of school left and I've been trying to boost my grades after slacking a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was Thursday, and for the most part the day was normal. Went to the eye doctor and spent $344 on an exam and new glasses that I haven't picked up yet. Then dinner with the family at a Scottish restaurant, which was absolutely excellent. Friday I worked, then had a party at Joe and Heather's which was SO MUCH FUN. I got drunk, and Heather and Will both got tipsy. We played poker and a couple other games, I got a couple presents ( a movie and a framed Ariel print) and Heather made me an awesome cake. I will definately have to post pictures. Oh, and I got silly-stringed by everybody at one point, total surprise and total mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I stayed in and watched movies all day and sat around. Very good day. Sunday I went out to lunch with my dad and Andy, then we went to the movies and saw Silent Hill. I must say that was one of the worst movies I have ever seen. Total what the fuck movie. Well, at least I didn't pay for my own ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we got that new Asian salad at McDonalds, Tom has just been cracking me up. He's Vietnamese, and the first day of salads he walked in a put one of the stickers we use for the salads on his hat - A big purple sticker that says "Asian." He hasn't worked a day without wearing one now. As he says, he's gotta represent since he's the only Asian at our McDonalds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-114602191418235319?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/114602191418235319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=114602191418235319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114602191418235319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114602191418235319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-its-been-awhile.html' title='And it&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-114460112758166821</id><published>2006-04-09T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T09:45:27.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Material Girl</title><content type='html'>It's a known fact that I like stuff, not money. That being said, for the last couple days I spent a lot of my money on stuff. Jessie and I went out shopping Thursday and I bought a tart burner and some tarts for it. (For those who don't know, it's like a candle thingy but it heats the wax from below...) Then I bought the soundtrack to Saw, which is awesome! It's all worth it for one song, the one from the end when you find out the twist... Can't say more for people who haven't seen it. Then I bought the movie SawII at Borders, which I will watch later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then left the mall and went to Wal-Mart where I bought some recordable cds, a cd player, and a new PC game. It's called And Then There Were None, it's based off one of my favorite books of the same name by Agatha Christie. Pretty good so far in the story, and the graphics are beautiful. Got home and found out the cd player won't work. It's like the story of all my technology! Grr. So yesterday we went back to Wal-Mart and returned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but before we went to Wal-Mart yesterday, we stopped in a pet store so we could both pick up a couple things, and then we went to Best Buy where I bought a new pair of computer speakers. Then Wal-Mart, where I tried on eleven articles of clothing and ended up only buying a package of underwear. Then home where Jess tried to hook up my new speakers, only to find out that they work fine, it's just that MY DAMN COMPUTER WON'T WORK WITH THEM. So we've got to have Mike look at it and find out what the hell, cause with my old speakers I could hear things, it just had static all the time. But with these new ones, absolutely nothing comes out. It's so frustrating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-114460112758166821?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/114460112758166821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=114460112758166821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114460112758166821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114460112758166821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-material-girl.html' title='I&apos;m A Material Girl'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-114412502926073411</id><published>2006-04-03T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:35:56.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salsa Shark</title><content type='html'>Man, I had a great day today. I pissed off two people, one to the point of almost quitting! Yay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got a new grill at work. The only reason I mention this is because it's the spiffy new advanced one that makes a lot of noise and does stuff by itself. The best part of it is that when the meat is about to come up, it plays the Jaws theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding. It goes "duh-dun, duh-dun, duh-dun" and then it pops up. It doesn't get to the fast part, sadly. But it's an amusement at work. Randal starting joking that we were serving shark meat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Fools day was really fun with the guys, especially Randal. We kept trying to get each other. I got him once, and he kept catching me when I would try to fool him. I can't think of any moments right now where he got me, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I watched the new version of Pride and Prejudice. Now, my mom is a huge fan of Jane Austin's work, and has therefore gotten me hooked on it. We were both big fans of the tv miniseries of P&amp;P, and we were pretty worried that this new version would suck. Well, she says its ok, but not that great. I love it. I still love the other version, but there's things I like and dislike about both versions. But I was really impressed, it was much better than I was expecting it to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-114412502926073411?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/114412502926073411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=114412502926073411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114412502926073411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114412502926073411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/04/salsa-shark.html' title='Salsa Shark'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-114327471146967862</id><published>2006-03-25T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:32:08.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new...</title><content type='html'>I have recently discovered a popular blog-thing. It's called the Friday Five, and I'm going to start doing it every, well, Friday. I hope it catches on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Of the various cultures, ethnicities or nationalities you belong to, which most strongly do you consider yourself?  -I consider myself Irish. I'm around 40% Irish, and damn proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Is there a culture you cannot claim heritage from but which you feel quite close to?  -I would say Scottish, but I don't know if that could be a valid answer since I have a slight bit in me. But it would totally be Scottish all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What's one language you wish you knew fluently? Definately Gaelic. (Even though experts say it is dying out and almost no one knows it anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If you could move anywhere in the world and be guaranteed a job, etc., where would you go?  -SCOTLAND. No question. Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If you had a time machine, and could witness any one event without altering or disturbing it, what would you want to see? Man oh man. I would really have to think about this one for quite some time before answering. But right off the top of my head, I would have to just the assassination of JFK. And my only reason for choosing that would be to see if there really was a second gunman on the grassy knoll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-114327471146967862?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/114327471146967862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=114327471146967862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114327471146967862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114327471146967862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-new.html' title='Something new...'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-114321564219103442</id><published>2006-03-24T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T07:54:02.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad news...</title><content type='html'>Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this made you smile for even a brief second, please rise to the occasion and take time to pass it on and share that smile with someone else who may be having a crumby day and kneads it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-114321564219103442?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/114321564219103442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=114321564219103442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114321564219103442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114321564219103442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/03/sad-news.html' title='Sad news...'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-114280202782666574</id><published>2006-03-19T12:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T13:02:36.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Batman Villian Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5307/680/1600/1069274226_catwoman.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5307/680/320/1069274226_catwoman.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take the quiz, go here &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/BrawdYmchwil/quizzes/Which%20Batman%20Villain%20Are%20You?/"&gt;http://quizilla.com/users/BrawdYmchwil/quizzes/Which%20Batman%20Villain%20Are%20You?/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-114280202782666574?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/114280202782666574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=114280202782666574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114280202782666574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114280202782666574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-batman-villian-are-you.html' title='What Batman Villian Are You?'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-114197216931493402</id><published>2006-03-09T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T22:29:29.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kilts and Cotton Candy</title><content type='html'>So I have finally figured out what to do for my birthday! It came to me this morning...via the radio. I was upstairs fixing breakfast for myself, about to head off to school, when the radio announced the circus would be in town a week after my birthday! I was like "GAH!" and ran to tell my mom that I wanted to go to the circus for my birthday. I love the circus and I haven't been in years! Now, the thing is, it is the Moolah Shrine Circus. I've never been to one of their shows, mom always took us to see Barnum and Bailey (or The Ringling Bros, whichever you prefer). She says the difference is that B&amp;B is the bigger better show. Well, I want to go anyway and I really hope it will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing - Heather has informed me that she has never been to the circus! I was just floored. So Heather, no matter what, if I gotta pay for you, if you gotta take off work, if I gotta drag your ass there, YOU ARE GOING TO THE CIRCUS, DAMMIT. And I'm sure you'll love it (and have no objections to going...).  *big grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people can come with us too! If you're interested let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that will take place somewhere on April 28-30 - either a Thursday, Friday or Saturday, depending on, uh, stuff like schedules. Yeah. Oh yeah, and tickets are like, $12, I think. Will inform more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the actual day of my birthday, which is a Thursday *cough20thforthosewhoforgotcough* I would like to do something simple. I would like to go to dinner. Most likely have some friends back over to hang out at the house later... Not really a party, just a sort of hanging out. Of course, I still would like cake and maybe some balloons! (and presents...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to go to a restaurant I haven't tried yet, one that I've been REALLY wanting to go to. It's called The Scottish Arms. I'll most likely go back there for my next birthday (21!) so that I can legally drink some of their Scotch whiskey! But I would like to go with family and a couple friends and just soak up some Scottish atmosphere (and food!) They have a menu online, and I don't see it, but I was really hoping for some sort of a sampler platter cause I want to try some of everything. Who knows, I might even dare to try a bite of haggis if possible! (Those who don't know what haggis is...Shame. Or, maybe good. If you're curious, look it up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in checking out this restaurant go to &lt;a href="http://www.thescottisharms.com"&gt;www.thescottisharms.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited! And I've already starting making a present list in my head. ...You know, for, uh, those of you who want to get me a gift and don't know.... not that I expect it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-114197216931493402?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/114197216931493402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=114197216931493402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114197216931493402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114197216931493402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/03/kilts-and-cotton-candy.html' title='Kilts and Cotton Candy'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-114136313338181709</id><published>2006-03-02T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:25:18.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm Still Alive</title><content type='html'>So let's face it. I basically didn't post for a whole month except for fillers. Well, what can I say. 1) I'm lazy. 2) I was out of the country for a week. So that makes three weeks of laziness.... Well, and I just didn't want to update. I knew that when I updated I would probably have to type about my week in the Bahamas, and let's face it, I just didn't want to do it. I still don't want to do it. If you wanna know the details of my week that bad, comment and let me know and I'll, uh, think about typing it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But pretty much, there wasn't really much else to blog. There's school, work (which I still absolutely hate and have to force myself NOT to quit), friends and American Idol. That's how my days are spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent my money that I really shouldn't be spending on dvds that are not necessary but I really really wanted. I bought two SNL dvds (David Spade and Dan Ackroyd) and Trading Places, one of my favorite movies. Can you tell I love Dan Ackroyd? Now I just have to force myself to call up one of my estranged friends and demand my Steve Martin SNL dvd back. *sigh* I really don't want to do that. But dammit, I want my dvd back! A little help here on how to do it nicely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's birthday is in a few days. He is going to be 14. God, that makes me feel old. I think back to when I was fourteen and how long ago it was, and how far I've come since then. Now I just really need to focus on what to get him. He's so hard to buy for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of birthdays, mine is coming up in a month and a half. I'll be turning 20 on the 20th. Because of this reason, I really want to do something special! Badly! But I can't think of anything. I don't really want to have a traditional party, and the thought of going out to dinner doesn't thrill me. I would like to do some sort of group outing, but I don't know what. And if you're maybe kinda sorta possibly wanting to get me a present, and don't know what to get me, I will post something later, closer to my birthday about ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit - So I was just glancing through my previous posts and saw some stuff I could comment on for February. Jessie had her birthday and it was much fun, spent the day with her and her friends, went to dinner and such. Valentines day, which was blah as usual, bought myself discounted candy the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, now I forgot what else. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-114136313338181709?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/114136313338181709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=114136313338181709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114136313338181709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114136313338181709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/03/yes-im-still-alive.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m Still Alive'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-114098554643995617</id><published>2006-02-26T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T12:25:46.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Don Knotts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://donknotts.tv/photos/knottsdon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://donknotts.tv/photos/knottsdon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Knotts died Friday night in Los Angeles at the age of 81. He was most known for his role on The Andy Griffith Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I will always remember him for his great movie roles. He was an amazing actor and he will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-114098554643995617?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/114098554643995617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=114098554643995617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114098554643995617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114098554643995617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/02/rip-don-knotts.html' title='R.I.P. Don Knotts'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-114032946040714894</id><published>2006-02-18T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:10:37.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Quotes...Again</title><content type='html'>Louis: Can you help me out, I'm a million bucks short of a million bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Look at all you guys just standing around.&lt;br /&gt;Randal: Yeah, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...Standing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone(I forgot who): If Nina came in and said you couldn't say what anymore, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Louis: I'd say, "What?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my personal favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis: I'm so hot I make the devil say goddamn.&lt;br /&gt;PS&gt; Yes, I realize I haven't posted in weeks. I'll do it eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-114032946040714894?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/114032946040714894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=114032946040714894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114032946040714894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/114032946040714894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-quotesagain.html' title='Some Quotes...Again'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113893646848662952</id><published>2006-02-02T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:14:28.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5307/680/1600/offonajedicruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5307/680/320/offonajedicruise.jpg" 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/9378672-113893646848662952?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113893646848662952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113893646848662952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113893646848662952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113893646848662952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113848004521263814</id><published>2006-01-28T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T07:24:23.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Cups Of Sugar Does It Take To Get To The Moon?</title><content type='html'>So long time no post! Well, my Internet was out for awhile...it's very tempermental and goes in and out whenever it pleases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So current news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled a back muscle on Wednesday and now have missed two days of work because of it. I am in PAIN....thank god for medicine (that still doesn't work that great) and the heat pad I have to heat up constantly. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gots my package from Amazon yesterday! YAY LADY! In it were two movies and a pack of mermaid tarot cards. So now I am learning how to use the tarot (I knew a little bit, but I want to be really good at it) and I already watched both movies. I got A Life Less Ordinary, which I've seen before and love (even though it has Cameron Diaz, blah) and Nightwatch, which was SO GOOD. I hadn't seen it before but I LOVE IT. Ahem, and yes, they are both Ewan McGregor movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom finally found my other Trans-Siberian cd. Finally! We've only been looking for a really long time. Apparently it was in with Larry's cds, we don't know why or how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some quotes! These first two are from my brothers from a while ago when we went to Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: I'm taking this.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy: Oh darn, I was really hoping to take my jug of bleach with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next two are from a few nights ago, hanging out at Joe's house with John and Julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: There's something fluttering outside the window. It's a bug or bird or something.&lt;br /&gt;Joe: There's always people looking in that window.&lt;br /&gt;John: Do they flutter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie: I used to eat Easy Mac all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Joe: It was easy.&lt;br /&gt;Julie: It was great!&lt;br /&gt;John: It was Mac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these last two are priceless gems from Heather....we were playing my Goth trivia game last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who was the disciple that betrayed Jesus and then hung himself?&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Here's a hint, it starts with a J.&lt;br /&gt;Heather: George?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: In the movie The Exorcist, what two words appeared on Reagan's stomach?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hell here? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Heather: (&lt;em&gt;long pause&lt;/em&gt;) Sex wanted?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113848004521263814?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113848004521263814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113848004521263814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113848004521263814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113848004521263814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-many-cups-of-sugar-does-it-take-to.html' title='How Many Cups Of Sugar Does It Take To Get To The Moon?'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113764743910739809</id><published>2006-01-18T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:10:39.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>So school started yesterday. I was cleaning out my backpack from the last semester and I found some papers with quotes I had written down and forgot about. So here are the old ones with a new one thrown in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randal: I have the best costume.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Randal: I'll give you a hint. It starts with a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Joe, I just saw one of the most ugly, stupidest things ever.&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Which way did it walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy#1: I watched the Food channel last night and learned how to make taffy.&lt;br /&gt;Guy#2: I've never made taffy.&lt;br /&gt;Guy#1: Neither have I, but I know how now and that's what counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: &lt;em&gt;(holds up candy)&lt;/em&gt; Is this yours?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, but eat it anyway, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Good, I already stuffed five in my purse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113764743910739809?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113764743910739809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113764743910739809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113764743910739809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113764743910739809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113650759751363181</id><published>2006-01-05T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T19:20:03.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel The Beat of the Rhythm of the Night</title><content type='html'>*points up to title* Great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...so I'm bored, waiting for dinner and I thought, why not post? My eight-ball tells me not to. Honestly, I love that thing. Let's review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So absolutely nothing important happened since my last post. I did learn that Will might be moving away, and that sucks, but I think it might be for the better.   ...I don't want to really talk about it. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*taps chin* School will be starting again on the 17th. I'm sorta excited, but I will miss my free time. Already I've read five novels and I'm in the middle of another one. Of course, they're all romances that will not help me at all either educationally or this-is-not-the-real-world way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I got my car back? Yeah. I think I did, but I don't remember, so there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been playing Sims a lot also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming events....Well the Bahamas/Disney cruise is in February!!! Yay! I'm excited. I need to start making a travel list and stuff. Then right after that I have Valentine's Day to suffer through, followed closely by Jessie's birthday! Hmm, what to buy her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mardi Gras...but I've never celebrated that, why should I? Blah. Then Andy's birthday! Dear Lord, he'll be 14! I feel old. But he's never done much for his birthday, so I'm betting it won't be that big of a deal for the family. He's such a stick-in-the-mud. Then Will's birthday/St. Patrick's Day. Yup, they're the same day. I know I won't get to see him, but I am going to buy him a pint of Guiness (his favorite) because he's turning 21! Assuming he hasn't moved away by then... (and I think I spelled Guiness wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Fool's day....never was much for fooling, I'm a terrible liar. Easter, mmm candy. And my birthday! I'll be turning 20 on the 20th. Sarah once said it would be my golden birthday. I kinda want to make it special just for that reason, but I have no idea what to do. I was thinking a dinner thing.... I considered getting drunk, but I don't really want to do that. Don't really want a party either. I think it would be fun to do something I've never done, or maybe something really unusual, maybe a friends get-together and do something thing. Know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll go further with plans anymore. April is a good stopping point. Don't you just hate/love it when something you looked forward to so much is over and you realize just how much and all the stuff you hadn't realized is coming up? Yeah. That's how I feel since I was looking forward to Christmas so much, I just didn't think past it until it was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113650759751363181?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113650759751363181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113650759751363181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113650759751363181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113650759751363181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/01/feel-beat-of-rhythm-of-night.html' title='Feel The Beat of the Rhythm of the Night'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113618425653616381</id><published>2006-01-01T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:48:28.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God bless the Internet, every page.</title><content type='html'>So after a week (a &lt;em&gt;week!&lt;/em&gt;) of no Internet, I have it back! Naturally I first ran to my mail, followed closely by my webcomics and icons. *hugs the screen* I'm pathetic, I was going crazy without it! But anyway, you don't want to hear about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see, since Christmas, nothing much has happened. My brother has started working at McD's with me, and that kinda sucks. No, it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other real news is of last night. Happy New Year, everyone. I got totally and utterly shit-faced drunk, and I loved it. Definately the best New Year's ever. No regrets that I ended up praying to the porcelain god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Jessie had her holiday party and that was much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp* And I just remembered I promised that spooky video to everyone! Lemme go find it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atomfilms.com/af/content/home_video"&gt;http://www.atomfilms.com/af/content/home_video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so just clicky on that, and then click to watch the film. And don't watch it alone. Or in the dark. Or near bedtime. Because it WILL scare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Von, if you're interested in Hostel clips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=11453"&gt;http://www.comingsoon.net/films.php?id=11453&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta scroll down a little for the clips. Can't wait to see this movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113618425653616381?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113618425653616381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113618425653616381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113618425653616381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113618425653616381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2006/01/god-bless-internet-every-page.html' title='God bless the Internet, every page.'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113566544700737482</id><published>2005-12-26T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T21:43:34.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is Christmas</title><content type='html'>Actually, it's the day after, but eh. Well everyone else's blog has posted about Christmas, I suppose it's time I got on my lazy ass and typed up mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 23rd was decent most of the day, which I had to work. But then Joe, Heather, Joe's sis Becca and thier accquaintance (sp?) Jennifer and I all went to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert. I was so excited and the show definately exceeded my expectations. It was amazing! They really went all out this year and did the best show ever. If you have never seen TSO, I HIGHLY reccommend going to see them next year. After that Heather, Joe and I all came back to my house and we exchanged presents. I got a Harley Quinn Barbie, which I love and is enjoying her perch on my computer tower. Now I need to get Poison Ivy Barbie so the pair can be together. They also got me a magic 8 ball, which is awesome because I have been needing a new one! It's been on my desk and answering many questions for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was presents with the family, since we wouldn't be able to be together for Christmas Eve night or morning. Opening presents with the family was one of the best ever, everyone was so happy and fun. Mom's big present was definately the highlight for me. It was quite funny, when she was opening the big box and digging through all the tissue paper. Then when she found the little box and opened it, she said "It's good that this is a jewelry box" with such a funny expression. And when she saw the necklace, I was tearing up so bad and she was crying and I had to stop my videotaping to go give her a hug and for us to wipe our eyes. She was so surprised and happy, I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of that day I had to work. Oh, but Jessie got me Rescue Rangers on dvd, and I was so surprised! She and I have been working our way through the three disks and absolutely loving them. It makes me feel like a kid again watching that theme song and remembering when she and I would run for the tv whenever we heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day was uneventful, as the family had already done all our Christmas stuff. So I slept in (a first for Christmas day) and sat around the house. I read a whole novel, watched tv, got on the computer, played with some of my presents, etc. You get the picture. I was bored. But everything made up for my non-Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for something that has absolutely nothing to do with Christmas: A quote from Mikey.&lt;br /&gt;Mikey: You say po-tay-to, I say po-tah-to. You say x-box 360, I say piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I certainly thought it was funny. Maybe you had to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113566544700737482?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113566544700737482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113566544700737482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113566544700737482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113566544700737482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-this-is-christmas.html' title='So this is Christmas'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113463873800828605</id><published>2005-12-15T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T01:59:25.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody likes Lists, or, I am Pathetic.</title><content type='html'>So, it's late, I'm kinda bored, and I was updating my list. And just for the heck of it, I thought I would post my list. What list is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list of Ewan McGregor movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm obsessed, if you already didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I Own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trainspotting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Serpent's Kiss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Star Wars Ep. I&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eye of the Beholder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Star Wars Ep. II&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Down With Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Young Adam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big Fish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Movies I have Seen (but do not own):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shallow Grave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Life Less Ordinary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little Voice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desserts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black Hawk Down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Star Wars Ep. III&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Robots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Island&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Movies I Haven't Seen and Do Not Own But Want To See and Own:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being Human&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue Juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Pillow Book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brassed Off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nightwatch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Velvet Goldmine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rogue Trader&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nora&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anno Domini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Valiant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Movies That Aren't Out Yet:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gnomeo and Juliet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flora Plum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scenes of a Sexual Nature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stormbreaker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Great Pretender&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Potter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then there are the tv movies and series, but I won't get into that here because they are just too hard to find. Think I'm pathetic yet? Uh, and anyone who's interested in any of these can talk to me about them, I'll at least know a little bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113463873800828605?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113463873800828605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113463873800828605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113463873800828605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113463873800828605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/12/everybody-likes-lists-or-i-am-pathetic.html' title='Everybody likes Lists, or, I am Pathetic.'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113449308906605353</id><published>2005-12-13T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T08:58:09.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like movies!</title><content type='html'>So when I was Christmas shopping a few days ago...I broke one of the Christmas rules. I bought something for myself. Three things, actually. See, the game store had used dvds on sale, so I got two for ten - Eye of the Beholder and Can't Hardly Wait. Then when we were at Suncoast, I found The 10th Kingdom for only fifteen bucks! Jessie and I watched The 10th kingdom first a couple nights ago. I love that movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, it's almost seven hours long. But worth it! Anyone who likes fantasy I highly recommend it. It's got romance, action, humor, anything you could want. We started it around midnight and watched it until six am, then went to bed, woke up, ran an errand and finished the movie. I got Jessie hooked on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we watched Eye of the Beholder. That's one of Ewan McGregor's many movies and another to add to my growing collection of his work. I had seen the ending but never the beginning, so it was great to finally see the whole thing through. And I did love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did get all my Christmas shopping and wrapping done. I wrapped mom's necklace really pretty in it's little box, then I put that in a huge box and filled the thing with tissue paper. Then I wrapped that box. Also, both boxes have ribbons tied around them. So she's gonna have to work for that present. I deliberately left it where she would spot it and a few moments later, I heard her shout "oh my lord what is in this box?!" I can't wait for her to open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny quote from yesterday -&lt;br /&gt;Mikey: Well if Mitch gets a smoke break then I get a fresh air break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he sure got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I go in four to nine to work for Charles. I'm taking his shift today and he's taking mine on Saturday because he needed today off. I got the better deal, because I'm doing a five hour shift and he'll be doing an eight hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm finally done with school for this semester! I'm hoping and praying I pass my gender class. I know I failed math. And I'm definately sure I passed fitness and psychology. I also got registered for next sememster. I'm going to be re-taking math, taking fitness center 2, cross-cultural psychology, and human sexuality. Sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to post about the battle of the bands! Ack! Well, long story short, Vicki invited me to go with her on a free ticket to battle of the bands. I, having nothing to do, said yes. It was awesome. We had to wait to get inside, but we did get a table right up front. The first band sucked, the second band, Estrus, was my personal favorite. Third and fourth bands were ok, but just eh. Vicki's stepbrother's band was next, they were pretty good. And the last band was really good. Vicki and I even got up to stand by the stage and, well, bob our heads. Not so much dancing. There was lots of moshing going on though. Then it was food and home. For a full and much better review of the night/bands, go to Vicki's blog! It's Homeade Honeytown on my side links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113449308906605353?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113449308906605353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113449308906605353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113449308906605353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113449308906605353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-like-movies.html' title='I like movies!'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113372167598162103</id><published>2005-12-04T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T10:41:17.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Wow, long time no post! I suppose just nothing that big has happened. Lemme see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go Christmas shopping. But, Joe and Heather have already gone, and they keep having car trouble, and Jess is always working or I am working...you get the picture. It's hard finding a time to go. All I have so far is Joe and Heather's presents because I bought them online. But oh boy, I've been itching to get people presents and wrap them. I lurve wrapping presents! If anyone wants help I will wrap your presents for you! *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is everyone doing for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car has finally been towed. I didn't want it to be, but Mom is all like, the car is still in my name so we're doing it my way even though you will pay for it. GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for it to snow! I really really want a white Christmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Borrowed Chobits from Heather/BigWill (let's call him Bobo from now on). It's wonderful! I've been wanting to see that anime for forever and it was awesome! Vickie you will definately love it. Ohhh, and there was this persocom guy at the end that I know you will just squee over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Barbie from ebay finally came, but Joe still has her over at his house (because I used his ebay). Heather keeps asking me if I will take her out of the box. The doll appears to have never been opened but the box is in really shitty condition. I kinda want to get a class display thingy so I can have her protected still but out of the yucky box. But where would I find one? And then where would I put her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a good idea of what to get Jessie for Christmas. No real clue what to get other people though. And Jessie doesn't know what to get me! Hmm. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to post a little something here.... Any Ewan McGregor movies I don't have ( I can give a list if needed), pretty mermaid art, or even fairies or dragons is fine! I likey jigsaw puzzles. Been wanting Evanescense cd, or Rob Thomas, or Rob Dugan, or Matchbox 20. Pretty and soft pillows are happiness. I love Disney stuffage! Movies are always fun. Cinderella on dvd, Best of Dan Ackroyd SNL,...I can't think of any more movies right now! Will post more later if people want me to, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm excited for Christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113372167598162103?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113372167598162103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113372167598162103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113372167598162103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113372167598162103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/12/sleepy-sunday.html' title='Sleepy Sunday'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113281089869029843</id><published>2005-11-23T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:43:31.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't think of a witty title</title><content type='html'>So, quick news post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My brother has gotten a job at McD's with me. Why, God, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Stopped in the car repair place today on my way to work and made arrangements. Mom's going to call the tow company on Friday and have them tow it and get it looked at. Am hoping things go well and they fix it and the bill is not big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Heard from an estranged friend! Becca, if you're reading, good to hear from you! I sent an email but I don't know if the address is still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Bid on a Belle Barbie on ebay. (lots of B's there) Half of me says, what am I doing? I'm nineteen and I want a Barbie I had in 1991! I'm such a loser! And the other half is saying, cool, the Belle doll I had way back when! I loved that doll! Want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Oh my god! I was just looking at my archive list on the side and I just realized...In a few days, on the 29th, my blog will be one year old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113281089869029843?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113281089869029843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113281089869029843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113281089869029843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113281089869029843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-cant-think-of-witty-title.html' title='I can&apos;t think of a witty title'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113267705385984559</id><published>2005-11-22T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T08:30:53.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, operator? The number for Internet Addicts Anonymous, please.</title><content type='html'>I have been without my Internet for about a week now, I think it is. And I'm going crazy! I want my email and webcomics everyday! I want to be able to look up stuff on the Internet whenever I feel like it! I wanted to post and I couldn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain. The main computer upstairs is fucked up. I have no idea what's wrong with it. Mom says she's going to call Geek Squad today, or Dell, or someone today to fix it. I hope so! Apparently, since that computer is messed up my Internet is messed up. Which makes no sense because Jessie's Internet is working just fine. I've asked her repeatedly to fix mine, but she apparently hasn't had the time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my name is Kati and I have an Internet problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, other stuffage that's been going on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failing math. Will have to retake it. Blah. Trying desperately not to fail my gender class - finished my five-page essay before the night before it is due! Yay for me. Other classes going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving in a couple days! Have the day off from school and work so I get to stay home with mom and cook. Was talking to Danielle at work about it and she asked me what I was thankful for this year. I hadn't really thought about it, I never do, but I would definately have to say my friends. *big hug to them* Ok, mushy stuff over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is boring. Hate it, want to quit. Nathan has officially left and I miss him already. Well, actually I saw him yesterday at work when he came up for something and luckily I was on my break so I got to talk to him for a minute. But it's definately not as fun and much quieter since he's not there. Thank God for Will and Randal, without them work would be hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote from work:&lt;br /&gt;Charles: Danielle, would you get that for me?&lt;br /&gt;Danielle: What do I look like?!&lt;br /&gt;Charles: Like someone who's eating my bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly died laughing when he retorted with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and saw HP4 twice already. The first time I went with Joe and Heather at the IMAX screen. We got there on time, but the theatre was packed and we had to sit in the third row. Which sucked because it's a huge screen. So half the detail I missed. But it was nice for certain scenes. *coughsecondtaskcough* Plus there were these two bitches behind us who kept talking and this jackass in front of me that kept playing with his cell phone. So last night when Jessie asked if I wanted to see it again, I agreed. We were in a regular theatre, and it was not packed. It was quite nice to be able to watch the whole thing from a good seat. I had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's about it. I need to go get ready to head off to class. (I've been using the library computer again, thank god for it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113267705385984559?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113267705385984559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113267705385984559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113267705385984559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113267705385984559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello-operator-number-for-internet.html' title='Hello, operator? The number for Internet Addicts Anonymous, please.'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113228709687744500</id><published>2005-11-17T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:11:36.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny stuff</title><content type='html'>Joe: You know what's sad?&lt;br /&gt;Me: That you lie to your mother?&lt;br /&gt;Joe: No, that's typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in a fit of rage behind a really slow old guy)&lt;/span&gt;You're ninety years old, you shouldn't be driving. You should be on a Craftsmatic adjustable bed waiting for death instead of looking for it at twenty mph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randal: I have a really cool costume.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Randal: I'll give you a hint: It starts with a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I may be crazy, but at least I'm always interesting to talk to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113228709687744500?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113228709687744500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113228709687744500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113228709687744500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113228709687744500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/11/funny-stuff.html' title='Funny stuff'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113209647993769113</id><published>2005-11-15T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T15:14:39.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have that net, please?</title><content type='html'>I want it to capture the butterflies in my stomach. I'm so nervous! Only one hour until I'm supposed to meet up with Will and get his answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the trip went pretty good, I was nervous when we took off the first time, but by the time we landed I was fine. The wedding was really pretty, but I didn't care much for the reception. I never do. We did some sightseeing and shopping while we were down there also. Yay for spending money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I would write more about my trip, but I just can't get my mind off of meeting with him. I'm so nervous about it I even dreamed about it. Gah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113209647993769113?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113209647993769113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113209647993769113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113209647993769113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113209647993769113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/11/can-i-have-that-net-please.html' title='Can I have that net, please?'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113160223741326275</id><published>2005-11-09T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:57:17.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am freaking out!</title><content type='html'>Called Will. Didn't want to tell him over the phone but had to since I won't see him until after I get back from Georgia and we couldn't hang out tonight or tomorrow. Finally told him I liked him more than a friend and wanted to know if I would have a chance. Told him to think about it while I was gone but we do need to talk about it. He said he already had a pretty good idea but was going to think about it anyway. So nervous! Pretty sure answer is going to be good, but have to wait until Tuesday to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO KNOW NOW, DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to my nights of sleep until then, won't be able to concentrate in class and will be wishing to be back here while in Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to dress in my pretty new Chinese-looking top when I see him on Tuesday, because if it's a yes, then I will look pretty. If it is a no, then at least I will look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it Tuesday yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113160223741326275?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113160223741326275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113160223741326275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113160223741326275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113160223741326275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-freaking-out.html' title='I am freaking out!'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113158786784134585</id><published>2005-11-09T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T17:57:47.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants to trade lives?</title><content type='html'>I'm suffering from chronic nervousness. Is there such a thing? Well, let's see what all we missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll start by talking about that other night from the post below.... I was having a bad day in a string of bad days and Monica and I were supposed to get drunk after work. Well, after much phone tag, we ended up going bowling with a bunch of friends because they all wanted to go out and I was the only one who wanted to stay in. It was my first time really bowling, and I sucked. So after that we went to Monica's boyfriend's place, where we watched Half-Baked and everyone except me got high. (which sucked) Then Will drove me home. Not a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was boring. Monday I worked, and I can't think of anything signifigant to post. Tuesday was school. I don't remember what day we went to Steak n' Shake on, but that was really fun. Our server told us it was her birthday, so when we left we decorated the back of a placemat for her with happy birthdays, I left her a big tip (considering our bill total...*shrugs*) and Heather left some Halloween candy she had in her purse. We didn't get to see her pick it up, but I hope she enjoyed it. I think the world would be a better place if people did stuff like that more often. Happy birthday Barb! You were a great server!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was work again; it wasn't a great day. I got my first bad write-up for being "insubordinate" to my manager. Total mix-up, I thought he was joking and it turns out he wasn't. Oh well. I finally got to talking to Will, but was cut off by Fred the manager when he sent me home early (too many people) and technically I volunteered for it, I needed to get some stuff done. Mom and I went shopping and I got a new shirt and some jewelry to wear for the wedding. Now I'm waiting for laundry to get done so I can finish packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really getting frustrated with trying to talk to Will and always getting inturupted. (I totally spelled that wrong) But I think I'll actually have a chance when I do ask him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I have left is tomorrow, school and working on a paper....and then...Friday! Gotta get up at 4am to get to the airport and get on our plane. That is what is really making me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much this has been a bad week. I think things will be better after this trip is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113158786784134585?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113158786784134585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113158786784134585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113158786784134585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113158786784134585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/11/who-wants-to-trade-lives.html' title='Who wants to trade lives?'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113125905895660461</id><published>2005-11-05T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T22:37:38.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I went out tonight intending to get drunk and forget all the stress that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back home, and not drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should explain my night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113125905895660461?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113125905895660461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113125905895660461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113125905895660461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113125905895660461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113090341717932402</id><published>2005-11-01T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:50:17.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend (part 2)</title><content type='html'>Get this - the second half of the weekend was just as boring as the first half was fun. I think all my fun was used up by Saturday. Sunday I pretty much sat around all day and later on made the photo album of the party. Blah. But the album looks good. I was supposed to hang out with Will, but he cancelled on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday (Happy Halloween everybody) was not that great. Thank god I had celebrated already, or this Halloween would have been the worst ever. I had to work, and the first bit of work wasn't too bad. The second half I just got into this funk and was "grr" to everything and couldn't wait to get home. It had been raining all day, and still was by the time I got off, so I ended up begging Jessie for a ride home so I didn't have to walk home in the rain with my photo album. She gave me a ride to the library, since she was still working, and I walked home from there with my photo album stuck under my hoodie and my hood pulled so low I could barely see anything. It was a nasty night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home about eight, and mom and Bill are just wrapping up trick-or-treating (early because of the weather). So I took a shower and waited for one of three people to call me, since we were all supposed to hang out. It ended up that no one called me, I looked at the cruise guidebook mom bought, and got a message from Monica. A message that said came at 10:18, and I received at 11:30. Damn phone! Then bed because I had school in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was blah too. I was in such a bad mood that Joe and I skipped school. Hey, it's only my first (and only!) one of this semester, give me a break! (Don't let mom know) Instead we grabbed Heather and went out to breakfast, because I was starving. Then to Best Buy so Joe could get Episode3, then to his house where we watched a couple special features. After that we picked up Heather's paycheck and I went shopping (again) for wedding clothes. I did find a skirt that I like, but no shirts yet. I hate fancy clothes. Then we journeyed to Wal-Mart, where I splurged on a dvd. I got the special uncut edition of Saw, with all the extra features that should have been on the regular edition. I'll be watching that later. Then we cashed my paycheck and I came home to dinner, cleaning, and posting. I think I'm more cheered up now, I just hope that I don't go back into my funk tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blah post. What a blah couple of days. I'm just in one of my funks, I guess. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113090341717932402?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113090341717932402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113090341717932402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113090341717932402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113090341717932402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-weekend-part-2.html' title='What a weekend (part 2)'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113065412656361658</id><published>2005-10-29T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T23:35:26.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend! (And it ain't over yet)</title><content type='html'>Whew! Where to begin? Friday started off great, woke up at nine to let Heather in and get started setting up for the party. We sat and chatted and ate for a bit, then started cleaning the basement. After cleaning it was time for decorations. The bathroom definately got most of our attention - it was done in a bug theme, with roaches in the shower, flies on the walls and mirror, worms in the sink and spiderweb everywhere. The stone wall was set up (what was left) and last minute decorations were set up. Then lunch and a movie, and after that Heather left really quick with Joe to pick up things. When they got back it was time to start getting the food set up and get into costume. My room became a war zone of stuff thrown everywhere and we ran around setting up the food while keeping an eye on the time. Soon everything was set up and it was time to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we did not realize just how many people were going to be arriving late, so the first couple of hours of the party went by slowly with just a couple people here, but it was all good. But I was getting a bit worried that no one would show and that this party might not turn out that great. Boy was I wrong. Soon people starting showing up in droves. Laura had already been there with Brooke (a witch and a carebear, respectively). BigWill was the next to arrive, as Big Baby Retard. I'm not sure after that who all showed up in what order, but the guests were: Bill as an army man; Kyle as a witch, I think; Vickie as a French maid; Von as a devil; Drew as a transvestite; Will from work as a Civil War officer; Randall as a pirate; his girlfriend Alyssa as Alice in Wonderland; John as a psychopathic guy; Chris as a mental patient; Julie as Catwoman; Joe as Captain Hook; Heather as Tinkerbell; Kristen and her boyfriend Chris as formal dressed people; Tara as a Renaissance maid; Jessie as a witch. A couple people showed up and didn't stay long, that was Monica, her boyfriend, and thier friend Priscilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the party got going, it was awesome. Everything seemed to go perfectly, everyone looked great and the food seemed to disappear. The games - Find the skeleton hands and the Mummy Wrap - went perfectly also, won by Julie (for the hand game) and the team of Will from work and Joe (for the Mummy Wrap). Good job to them! Many fun moments were had. We ended up taking four and a half rolls of film. We have two of them back, and we're getting the rest tomorrow. I'm planning on making an album of Halloween '05. The costume contest was definately a highlight of the evening. Joe won best costume and BigWill won worst costume. Good job to them, they deserved their prizes! The party didn't end until two in the morning, and I stayed up an extra hour to clean everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to go into work, where I nearly fell asleep until I got some caffiene and then bragged to the guys about what a great party it was and it was too bad that they couldn't make it. After work Joe and I picked up some of the photos and then picked up Heather from work. Then it was off to the movies to see Saw 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing! I was pretty sure it was going to be good, but this is one of those rare sequels that actually is as good as the first. I won't say that it's better than the first, as Joe did, but it certainly was good. Naturally, I won't be spoiling it here, but you know the tagline, "Oh yes, there will be blood"? Well, they're right. Lots of it. And I loved it. It really keeps  you on the edge of your seat, and if you have a weak stomach, I don't recommend seeing this. But if you want a great thriller and puzzler, then see this. If you loved the first one, then see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am cleaning here, going through the pictures with Joe and Heather, and I'm supposed to hang out with Will. (I'm tired of saying Will from work, blah) Hopefully we'll still be on to hang out, he said that he didn't know if he would be awake enough. Blah. But I'm hoping! Then Monday is Halloween, yay! I get to work and then come home, dress up and hand out candy. But I'm hoping that I can get together with Will, Nathan, and Monica and go trick-or-treating. If not, I'll enjoy seeing the little kids in thier costumes and hearing bad jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more about the rest of the weekend after it happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113065412656361658?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113065412656361658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113065412656361658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113065412656361658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113065412656361658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-weekend-and-it-aint-over-yet.html' title='What a weekend! (And it ain&apos;t over yet)'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113029359348793540</id><published>2005-10-25T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T19:26:33.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Live King Richard!</title><content type='html'>Well, I was going to put a picture in this post, but my pop-up blocker keeps blocking it and I'm too lazy to try and figure out how to disable it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what I bought today! Disney's Robin Hood! God I love that movie. We had to go to Best Buy today to get something, and while we were there I wanted to look at movies to see if they had it, plus I had a nifty $5 gift card thingamagig that I got from my rewards card. AND THEY HAD IT! I was so excited I hugged it to my chest and I think I scared the lady next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally I came right home and watched it, along with all the special features. The only good extra on there was the Oh-de-lally sing-a-long.  Other than that there was a trivia game I totally kicked ass in, an old Mickey Mouse cartoon that really had nothing to do with Robin Hood (and was quite sexist...but I think that's just from me being in my gender class.) Oh yeah, and a storybook that was kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course the movie was the best. I haven't seen it in years, but I love it more than ever now. And now that I'm older I can see all the bits that have gone to other disney movies. The voices, the bits of animation and jokes. Believe it or not, this movie is chock-full of little Disney trivia. Did you know that the dance Little John does is the same as Baloo from Jungle Book? And that they are both voiced by the same guy? (Whose work I totally love, he has the coolest voice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, and the humor. Prince John calling for his mommy, the fiesty Lady Kluck, the looks and subtle more adult jokes....Can you tell I love this movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to post that has happened....I think I was followed today. I'm pretty sure I had a stalker. Wiiieeeerrrddd. What had happened was - first I see this guy, who I see often in the fitness center. He was coming in just as I was about to leave. So I leave, change, and when I come out, Joe was waiting for me. But that guy was right there, not really doing anything. I didn't think too much of it except that it was wierd he didn't stay in the fitness center and work out. Joe and I walked to the library, and as I was walking in the door, I see that guy again! He's a few feet away just sort of loitering about. We walk in and I'm about to tell Joe how weird that was, when I glance behind and he's totally coming in the doors! And I'm pretty sure he was looking right at me. I shut up immediately and dragged Joe upstairs. While we were up there for about 5 min, he didn't show. Then we went to leave and go to the student center, and he was still down there. When we got outside I told Joe about him and we kept glancing back to see if he was following us. But apparently he decided to stay inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence or freaky stalker?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113029359348793540?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113029359348793540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113029359348793540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113029359348793540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113029359348793540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/10/long-live-king-richard.html' title='Long Live King Richard!'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-113012584536584492</id><published>2005-10-23T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:50:45.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired....</title><content type='html'>Heather and I have been putting up the stone wall in the basement for the party, and it is much more complex than I had imagined. Let's just say that if it wasn't for Heather, the job would probably never get done and I would wind up tearing my hair out. Thank you Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also for the party, I have sacrificed my white bedsheet for the good of the party. It's now hanging up and looking great. Big thanks to Joe for doing that for me. Now I need to go buy new sheets for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the basement is starting to look great! I'm not really looking forward to the day after the party, though. That stockroom will have to be cleared out. I want to get mom down there and get some of that crap OUT OF OUR BASEMENT. It's ridiculous! That stuff just takes up space, and we really need to sell some of that old furniture. And just how many times has she said that she's going to fix up the basement? Too bad I can't do what I want and just chuck a bunch of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get everything done for this party. This is such a big thing for me - I really want everything to go well and look great. Then after the party I can worry about birthdays coming up - Mom's and Bill's - and our trip to Georgia. November is a busy month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-113012584536584492?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/113012584536584492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=113012584536584492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113012584536584492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/113012584536584492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-tired.html' title='So tired....'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112978798672261049</id><published>2005-10-19T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T22:59:46.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The coolest thing ever</title><content type='html'>Or has the Internet gone too far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogstickers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bumper stickers, blogstickers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogstickers.com/sticker_page1.html"&gt;http://www.blogstickers.com/sticker_page1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogstickers.com/sticker_page3.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112978798672261049?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112978798672261049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112978798672261049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112978798672261049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112978798672261049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/10/coolest-thing-ever.html' title='The coolest thing ever'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112857011598148386</id><published>2005-10-05T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T16:23:39.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Quotes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Joe was coloring a toothpick black)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Joe: It was a toothpick, now it's a niggerpick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Just a note on that one...We're not racist, seriously. It was just oddly funny.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(driving along and a car was backing out on my side)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Don't hit me! Wait, go ahead and hit me, think of the insurance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(I look at him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Oh yeah, and we hope Kati's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: I'm all manly, I don't need a whole cup of water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112857011598148386?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112857011598148386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112857011598148386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112857011598148386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112857011598148386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/10/some-quotes.html' title='Some Quotes...'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112830969989964348</id><published>2005-10-02T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T20:21:39.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Bono said, it's a beautiful day</title><content type='html'>So Jess and I went out to the Demarree Fair today. It was a small affair, but fun! There were a few booths set up, and I bought a candle and a bar of scented lye soap. Jess bought a fox face (yuck.) We wandered around for awhile and met up with Will a couple times. At one o'clock they had a civil war skirmish, which was most excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First they fired the cannons a lot, and finally all the Union cannon guys died. Then the Union guys on horses and the Confederates (some on horse, some on foot) fought. In the end, the Confederates captured the Union guys and killed them all by firing squad. Then one of the Union guys who had been dead(?) got back up and started running away. Will (on horseback) rode after him and shot at him while the other Confederates on foot starting shooting. They eventually got him, and one Condfederate got down off his horse and starting kicking him, then took his shoes. It was a great show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards Jess and I headed home, where we spent some time with family. (And got some of mom's beef jerky!) Then we went to Joe's Crab Shack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time there for Jess and me, and it was great! The place was really cool and laid back, and the decorations are awesome! The food was good, but the chocolate cake at the end was the best. Jess got a drink (because I really wanted to try it.) I forget what it was called, but it was four layers of different flavored alcohol. Mom, Jess and I all had some and it was so much fun to play with it. Our server was officially the best I've ever had.  He was so much fun, really talkative and playful. And he gave great service! Not like one of those waiters where you see them twice and that's it. There were even times when he wasn't at our table that he was fun. At one point he whistled really loudly and everyone in the restaurant quieted down and looked around, and he chuckled and said, "I love when that happens." We all agreed to leave a big tip, and since Mom was paying the dinner bill, I got the tip for her. We left him twenty bucks and Jess wrote a note for him saying, "Great job!" As we were walking out we heard him yell back at us a big thanks and that he loved us. It was great. All the other people (the host guy, the girl in the shop) were all really awesome as well. We'll definately be going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm home, and planning even more for the party. I hope everything goes well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112830969989964348?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112830969989964348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112830969989964348' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112830969989964348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112830969989964348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-bono-said-its-beautiful-day.html' title='As Bono said, it&apos;s a beautiful day'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112826267612622512</id><published>2005-10-02T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T07:17:56.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God....</title><content type='html'>I have just been upstairs to grab some quick breakfast....and...and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM'S MAKING HER FAMOUS BEEF JERKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH! Oh my god! She didn't tell me she was going to make it! When will it be done? I don't know. It smells so good up there, I want to eat it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I am a beef jerky whore) My mom makes it the best! You know that pre-packaged jerky? Tis shit. My mom's? Tis heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112826267612622512?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112826267612622512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112826267612622512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112826267612622512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112826267612622512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/10/dear-god.html' title='Dear God....'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112815107864539369</id><published>2005-10-01T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T00:17:58.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Terrible Weakness</title><content type='html'>Jessie gave me a brownie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which wouldn't be bad at all, except today was the first day of my diet. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to save it for later, but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had those little pellets of candy-coated chocolate on it. Similar to M&amp;M's, only not. And tinier. And not really round. Anyone who has had a Cosmic Brownie should know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the problem is, I love those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ate the brownie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112815107864539369?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112815107864539369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112815107864539369' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112815107864539369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112815107864539369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/10/terrible-weakness.html' title='A Terrible Weakness'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112805672482705976</id><published>2005-09-29T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T22:07:16.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it...</title><content type='html'>I've had it. I am going on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp* No, not the dreaded D-word! "Diet" is Die with a T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It has been decided. I'm cutting down on the chocolate and sweets (not like there's any around here anyway), and &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to cut down on fast food, although that part will be hard because unless I bring something that doesn't need to be put in a fridge to work...yeah. Then I gotta eat McD's at work on break. But that is only (*scoff*) four days a week now, and I'll try to eat the healthier items, like salads and grilled chicken. (I'll miss you, cheeseburgers!) And no soda, unless it's diet! Which will also be hard because I get free soda at work, and the only diet kind we have is Diet Coke. Damn our non-variety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OF COURSE I'll be making an exception for Halloween. DUH. How can you not? I mean, come on, it's fricken Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask why I am doing this? What has pushed me over the edge? It's simple really. Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One - I've been doing my workout for Fitness Center and...well...I really like it. I can tell a difference, and I'm sure there would be more difference if I would go on a diet as well. I'm becoming happier with how I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two - Going to my cousin's wedding in a couple months, and yesterday I realized.....I need to get a new dress for it. AH! I HATE, no, LOATHE, dress shopping. Especially with my mother. I can never find anything I like. Long story short, I want to look good considering I haven't seen my family in a year or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three - Just tried on my costume from last year that I was considering wearing again, and decided it looks horrible. But it looked so cute last year! Which is really fricken weird because I weigh less and am more fit now than I was last year when I bought it. Huh, go figure. So now I have to go costume shopping for this year. And dammit, I want to look good! I want to look sexy! (For two reasons...heh heh, certain someones know who I'm talking about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four - checked myself out in a full-length mirror earlier while trying on said Halloween costume and decided that bulge around my middle looks absolutely horrible. Not that it didn't before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I know I'm not that overweight, and on some good days I think I look spectacular. But my goal is to lose (thebulge) twenty pounds. Let's hope I find the motivation and willpower to keep at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, today I bought Halloween decorations and a big cookie. Irony much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end Kati's announcement to the world/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112805672482705976?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112805672482705976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112805672482705976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112805672482705976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112805672482705976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/09/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s it...'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112796927959223534</id><published>2005-09-28T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:47:59.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tequila!</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love listening to songs you love that you haven't heard in awhile? I've been on an Oldies kick, and listen to it all the time. God I missed these songs! Right now "Tequila" is playing, and I can't stop bouncing to it. I also heard "Wipeout" a couple days ago, and many others that I missed. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't posted in awhile, and I know that's horrible of me. I had so much I wanted to post! Oh well. I can't even remember half of it now. Nothing really important, just little funny things and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am totally having a Halloween party! Invitations hopefully going out on or by Oct. 1. If you're a reader of this blog and I know you in real life, then you're most likely invited. (Who reads this? Joe, Heather, Mous, Von, Tara, Jess...? Did I forget anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, two of the people I was most looking forward to having at the party won't be able to make it, but we're trying to make plans to go trick-or-treating together just for laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am so full from Jack-n-the-box....WAFER-THIN MINT! (yayness and woot to anyone who got that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am re-reading HP4 in preparation for the movie in November. I can't wait! GACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112796927959223534?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112796927959223534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112796927959223534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112796927959223534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112796927959223534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/09/tequila.html' title='Tequila!'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112648627512085835</id><published>2005-09-11T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T17:51:15.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much...</title><content type='html'>Reasons why we love working with Randal: He comes back and stands there silently, with a slight grin upon his face. After a moment he lets out a small chuckle and says, "My pockets are full of toys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly killed Robert at work. The boy is physically unable to shut up! Even after two managers yelled at him (because his talking was annoying everybody and causing arguments), he still wouldn't shut up. His defense was that other people kept talking to him. So I made a sign for him to wear that said "Don't talk to Robert." It was funny, but not very effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that anyone really cares, but my eye has something wrong with it. Mom doesn't know what it is, but it's semi-swollen and hurts when I blink and stuff. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got the plates and stuff done on my car, but still no license. There's just never a time when mom and I are both home to practice driving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112648627512085835?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112648627512085835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112648627512085835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112648627512085835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112648627512085835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing Much...'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112633130120228751</id><published>2005-09-09T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:48:21.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Love is a many splendoured thing; love lifts us up where we belong; all you need is love!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love reminds you that nothing else matters."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To love is to understand each other, laugh together, smile with your heart and trust one another."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is like swallowing hot chocolate before it has cooled off. It takes you by surprise at first, but keeps you warm for a long time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is happiness given back and forth."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is when there are a million things you want to say to someone, but when they look you in the eyes and hold you in their arms nothing in life matters other than being with that person at that moment."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is a noble act of self-giving, offering trust, faith, and loyalty. The more you love, the more you lose a part of yourself, yet you don't become less of who you are; you end up being complete with your loved ones."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is what you make it and with whom you make it; it is what it is."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is a strong word, easy to spell, difficult to define, impossible to live without."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112633130120228751?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112633130120228751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112633130120228751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112633130120228751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112633130120228751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112584914140291390</id><published>2005-09-04T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T08:52:21.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, What A Night</title><content type='html'>What a day, actually. Up at 8 a.m. to go out to the Civil War reenactment out in Jerseyville. That was tons o' fun. Got there about 10:45 after getting almost lost (mostly confused.) The day was already in progress there, so we walked in and watched a bit of the Victorian dress show, then meandered about the tents of the soldiers and looked around. I wanted to find Will, but after finding the regiment he was supposed to be with, they told me he wasn't there yet and he would be in about 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bill, Andy and I all went and looked at the old farm equipment they were showing off, then went up the front of the Victorian mansion to watch the stagecoach robbery. That was really fun. There was a President Lincoln walking around; he looked amazing. He gave the Gettysburg Address later in the day, but we were all walking around the shops and I lost track of time and missed it. I bought a replica token coin at one of the shops. It has the name of a saloon on it with "Good for a screw/stogie/whiskey" written on it, and on the back it says "Good for all night" surrounded by a couple hearts. They had other ones as well, and it was only three dollars. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we came back up from the shops and Bill and I watched a duel going on in front of the house. It was very well done. Then I went to go look for Will again and found him over by the cannons. We talked for a little bit, but he had to go and do something with his regiment. So I took a tour of the mansion, which was very gorgeous. After that ran around looking for everybody else and found them eating food and watching a concert. Stayed with them for a bit, met up with Will again. Then it was time to head over for the big battle. We got pretty good seats, right on the edge of the battlefield next to the Union cannons. The battle was pretty good, well done. Will was on the Confederate side and I could see him every once in awhile (he was on a horse near the cannons so it was pretty easy to spot him.) I also got sunburnt because I was stupid and didn't think to put any sunblock on. Then it was time to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home I really wanted a nap, but I went with Jessie to run a couple errands. Then Joe and Heather came by to pick us up for her birthday dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to T.G.I. Fridays, it was us four, BigWill and Chris. The food was great, and Heather was duly embarrased by the balloon hat a guy made for her. Then the party headed over to BigWill's house, where he was supposed to have cake but he forgot to pick one up. John and Julie joined us, which is always fun. For the first part of the night, we gave Heather her presents (which she loved) and sat around and talked. Heather and I started drinking, and pretty soon she was long gone. I wasn't quite there, but getting there fast. Later I had Jessie go get us some more of the stuff I liked. Parts of the night are fuzzy and not quite in order, but fun times were had. Joe got blackmail drunk pics of me on my camera, so I'm getting that developed soon. Then John and Julie left, and Joe and Jessie went out to get cake (cause I really wanted some.) After cake Heather and I were ready for bed, so we all piled in Joe's car and went to our homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning feeling great. And the guys at work were right, I am a fun drunk. At least that's what I think, and what I was told. Hell of a fun day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112584914140291390?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112584914140291390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112584914140291390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112584914140291390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112584914140291390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-what-night.html' title='Oh, What A Night'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112527922620935731</id><published>2005-08-28T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T18:33:46.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Stuff</title><content type='html'>So I was going through random blogs and found this one blog that was filled with quiz results. I followed a couple of the more interesting ones and was amused. Here's an overview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The award for best quiz title I've ever seen goes to - "Common Sense: Do you have it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found an interesting site I'll have to go back to for more quizzies later,  &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com"&gt;www.zenhex.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a shoe quiz that says I am black boots. Rock on. Boots are best! (Except for sneakers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that apparently, my word is "brooding." I suppose this fits. *goes off to brood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, I'm scarred. I took a quiz to see what Jedi I would be with, and it said Yoda! *cries* Why oh why? Why couldn't I have gotten Obi-wan like I was so sure I would?  (P.S. Just took a look at all the quiz results for that. Oooo, or why couldn't I have gotten Aayla Secura? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is an interesting title - How good are you at certain things?  Now that certainly tells me a lot about the quiz, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just sad. One of this girls quiz results said that she was from "Mid-evil times." Honestly, can't anyone spell nowadays? Or perhaps I am wrong. She's just from the middle of the evil times. Must have been an interesting period of history. (That was bad of me, I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it for her blog. Thank you, Melena Estaine of Alabama, for an amusing half hour of quiz stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112527922620935731?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112527922620935731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112527922620935731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112527922620935731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112527922620935731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/08/quiz-stuff.html' title='Quiz Stuff'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112512118916728676</id><published>2005-08-26T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T22:39:49.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ima edumacated!!!</title><content type='html'>Skool is fun! I love my Abnormal Psychology class; it's heaven. My teacher is so much fun, he makes jokes all the time and makes class really interesting. Math is decent, at least I can understand a few things. Gender class is fun also, but it's not all about gender. Since it's what they call a Cornerstone class, we basically learn about learning/college life. It's weird. I can't wait to get to the actual gender part of it, that's what I signed up for. Fitness class is ok so far, but we're still in orientation. (Learning all the machines and such.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still learning to drive. Getting better very slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work still sucks. Today I fucked with Mary's (bitch manager from hell) head. She made me and Will switch places because apparently he was going to slow for her (she's a moron, he was fine). So I didn't serve orders off, went very slow, pretty much made it look like I was doing horribly. I made sure to keep the screen full with orders (that I had already made). Eventually she got frustrated with me (but didn't figure out what I was really doing!) and came back to help out. As soon as I saw her coming, I served off everything and stood (smugly) around, all done. She got confused and walked away, and I then busted up laughing. Will just smiled at me and rolled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan dyed his hair again. It is now what Mikey dubbed "Elmo red." Which it actually looks like. I mean, I wouldn't have made the connection myself, but as soon as he said it, I was like "...yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today all the guys had a conversation about monkeys. I believe it was ninja monkeys and animal assassins, but I didn't get to be in on the conversation. Whenever I was around and started trying to get in on it, they would hush up and declare that I knew too much already and they would have to kill me with thier assassin Bengal tiger. I work with such weirdos. On Wednesday they were all about pirates and were making plans to turn Randalls car into a pirate ship on wheels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started watching Sin City with Jessie and Mike last night. Wow, that's a long movie! We didn't get to finish it before we were all tired and wanted to go to bed. But it's interesting so far. Unusual to say the least. Practically filled to the brim with cliches, and anything that could possibly happen does. If it weren't so damn interesting and intriging, one might want to roll their eyes at it. But I was so into it, I was physically leaning forward. The best part was the torture scene of Elijah Wood. Not that I have anything against Elijah, it was just really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Wedding Date with Heather and Jessie, but I was disappointed. I was expecting it to be super wonderful good movieness, but it was just ok. It had some funny moments, but it could have been done so much better, the ending wasn't that great, things weren't tied up, and parts just didn't seem realistic enough. Le sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112512118916728676?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112512118916728676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112512118916728676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112512118916728676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112512118916728676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/08/ima-edumacated.html' title='Ima edumacated!!!'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112477178054098150</id><published>2005-08-22T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:36:20.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose leg do you have to hump to get a dry martini around here?</title><content type='html'>So work still sucks a lot. My manager is a total bitch who will yell at people for no reason. Today I got mad at Mitch and Mikey; they just kept pissing me off. Then everything was going wrong, we had no people, I nearly lost my mind. I can't wait to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a funny quote from a couple of days ago, though:&lt;br /&gt;Randall: &lt;em&gt;("reading" a piece of gibberish our grill printer had printed)&lt;/em&gt; It says, "This printer is a piece of shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Heather's birthday is in about a week and a half. I've got about half of her present done, she'll love the....(HA! You thought I was going to say it, Heather!) I also know what Joe is doing for her, and greatly enjoy torturing her with that. I'm so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my debit card and pin number, so I can now spend money that I don't have with me! Muahaha, fear me and my money-spending abilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow, and I'm excited yet nervous. I keep checking to make sure I have everything ready and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun night last night walking the streets with Heather. Get your minds out of the gutter! We walked from her house to mine, since Joe was feeling bad and I offered to feed Heather at my house. I wanted to take the shortcut, and we would have been fine if someone hadn't said turn left (coughHeathercough). Ah, you know I love ya, Heather. We had lots of fun teasing each other though. Crazy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. Better get a good night's sleep for tomorrow. I need to get myself on a new sleeping schedule, no more sleeping super late for me. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112477178054098150?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112477178054098150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112477178054098150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112477178054098150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112477178054098150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/08/whose-leg-do-you-have-to-hump-to-get.html' title='Whose leg do you have to hump to get a dry martini around here?'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112451519746595896</id><published>2005-08-19T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:19:57.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what's funny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5307/680/1600/skittles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5307/680/320/skittles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste the rainbow, dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112451519746595896?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112451519746595896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112451519746595896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112451519746595896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112451519746595896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-know-whats-funny.html' title='You know what&apos;s funny?'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112424212054377510</id><published>2005-08-16T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T18:45:51.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Blog</title><content type='html'>Well, I tried to post yesterday, but blogger was being stupid and it wouldn't let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, let me say I hate my new manager. She's a total bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the president of McDonald's came to ours today. So all yesterday we cleaned, and this morning, all the way until he came. They stayed for ten minutes, standing in one spot of the lobby, and left. All that cleaning for nothing! GAH! Stupid big cheeses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at work Mikey, Will, Nathan and I all traded bad jokes. That was a great time. Today wasn't so bad, after the big cheeses left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote more yesterday, but for the life of me I can't remember what I wrote about. Oh well. I'll hopefully remember later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I remembered what I was going to talk about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I totally got two identical spam comments on my blog. Let me just say, what the fuck. Seriously. I didn't read them, since it was quite long, but I skimmed it and it looked totally pointless and stupid. We live in a sad world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112424212054377510?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112424212054377510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112424212054377510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112424212054377510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112424212054377510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/08/stupid-blog.html' title='Stupid Blog'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112398132338876810</id><published>2005-08-13T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T18:02:03.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Sucks</title><content type='html'>It really does. Today I got so frustrated and mad about everything, not to mention I wasn't feeling good. Later on in the day Randal tried to throw a bag of lettuce to Esmir, but missed and hit me in the head. It just made me go over the edge. I glared at Randal and threw a bun at him and stomped off in the office, where I was pissed for a little while and then I just started crying. But thankfully I got ahold of myself and got calmed down before any of the guys could see me, and I went back and apologized to Randal for throwing the bun at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny quotes from Heather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Snow White isn't blonde!  &lt;em&gt;(I was coloring a picture of Cinderella)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: There was this ghost fucking a dead body...(pause)...it's a comedy. &lt;em&gt;(We were discussing horror movies)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but we love her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got to see John and BigWill when Joe and I picked up Heather from BW's house. It was nice seeing them again, I enjoy their company. Too bad I don't care much for the rest of the group that hangs  out, or I would hang out more with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to blog about more, but I honestly can't remember. I hate it when that happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112398132338876810?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112398132338876810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112398132338876810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112398132338876810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112398132338876810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/08/work-sucks.html' title='Work Sucks'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112354940740838426</id><published>2005-08-08T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:12:14.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gots a car! (a.k.a. What have I done?!)</title><content type='html'>Tis true! I got a car on Saturday! It's a blue Kia Rio, 2002, 61 thousand miles, good condition, for 4 thousand 8 hundred something. I thought it was a good deal. And I really like driving it! It's so much easier and nicer to drive than the van. Easier to see around, also. It's a four-door, four-cylinder, no power windows or locks, also no cd player, but I can live without those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nervous though, about getting everything paid off and done. I can't stand having debts! I wish I had enough money to just pay everything, but I don't. So I'm stuck making payments for a little while. Ugh, not to mention now I'll have to add insurance payments to my monthly bills. (Which now consists of only my cell phone, but yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finally have my desk all put together! So much nicer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I just got in this weird mood. I was sort of bored, sort of upset and worried. It had been a bad day. So I cleaned. I cleaned the whole family room and all the floors, cleaned most of the bathroom and part of my room. I probably would have kept cleaning, but Laura and Brooke came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke is getting so cute! Jessie painted her fingernails and toenails for her; it was this bright red color. They called it spicy toes, and Brooke danced around singing "spicy toes!" I got to talk with Laura for a while, which is always nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been frustrating. Yesterday I got so mad I lost my temper and yelled at Esmir, making that the second time I have lost my temper at work. Today I learned that they fired three people, the only one I care about being David. He was a nice guy. But of course, McD's always has new people coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit to add: Man, can you believe Peter Jennings is dead? I heard it on my radio (yesterday?) and I was just surprised. I mean, I don't watch the news that much, but damn. That man is like...Dan Rather....(who's that other big news guy?)...yeah. I dunno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112354940740838426?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112354940740838426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112354940740838426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112354940740838426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112354940740838426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-gots-car-aka-what-have-i-done.html' title='I gots a car! (a.k.a. What have I done?!)'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112305937516793347</id><published>2005-08-03T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T01:56:15.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never give up, never surrender!</title><content type='html'>So tired....I had absolutely nothing to do tonight after work, so I filled my time with a Disney movie while I colored in my coloring book, read a couple more chapters in the new book I started (&lt;em&gt;Mr. Darcy's Daughters&lt;/em&gt;), and finally played on Sims2 for about six hours. God, I'm pathetic. I have no life. Well, it is about 3:45 in the a.m., and I am dead tired. But I thought I'd make a quick post first before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I stayed up late also, but I was struck over the head by my muse, who had been inspired by Heather. Yesterday I had Heather over for a few hours. She mainly played on my Sims (poor girl, a Simaholic like me, but doesn't have the Sims on her computer yet from lack of a videocard.) I didn't mind, I did some other stuff. Then we hung out and talked for awhile. All her talk of vampires and such, and me wanting to write something recently combined into a new short story. I posted it up on my fictionpress account, and sent it to Heather. But I warn you, it is a bit graphic near the end and some might not enjoy that sort of thing. But if you do want to check it out, here's the link: &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/~calmlychaotic"&gt;http://www.fictionpress.com/~calmlychaotic&lt;/a&gt; Just scroll down and click on &lt;em&gt;A Night At The Club.&lt;/em&gt; I'm too lazy to go get the direct link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny moment at work today. Actually, a couple. God, sometimes I wish I had a camera with me up there. Today, Will jumped into Nathan's arms. One of the funniest things I have ever seen. See, Will is really tall and skinny, much taller than Nathan is. So when he jumped up and Nathan was all surprised and kinda struggled to not let him fall...well, I guess it was one of those you-had-to-be-there things. Another funny (yet irritating!) moment at work - Mikey and I got into a bit of an arguement, and I really wanted to stay mad at him. But damn him, I can't! He'll just do something goofy and bug me until I smile again. And no matter how hard I try, I can't help but smile. I was literally struggling to keep a stony face, and when he made me crack into a grin, I just yelled "DAMMIT MIKEY!" Then I realized everyone could hear me. Naturally he didn't let me forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is set to start soon, on August the 23rd. I actually can't wait. Well, I'm not thrilled for math class, but the others sound promising. And I'm a weirdo, I like classes (for the most part.) I love the college experience. I can't wait until I'm done with community college and I can ship off to a dorm at a higher college. The dorm experience is one I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car shopping with mom on Saturday. I hope I can find something good, cheap, and halfway decent looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112305937516793347?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112305937516793347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112305937516793347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112305937516793347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112305937516793347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/08/never-give-up-never-surrender.html' title='Never give up, never surrender!'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112245036343718985</id><published>2005-07-27T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:15:35.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: This post contains offensive language.</title><content type='html'>God-damned motherfucking computers! Why do they never work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, it was a bad day. I slept in past noon, which I hate doing, then I did fricken nothing. Which sucked because I had made all sorts of plans, like going to the bank to cash my paycheck (mmm money) and going to buy things with said money. But no one called and I ended up eating at home (ramen). This sucks because we have practically no food here. Our power went out, twice, because apparently something was wrong with a pole up the street. I ended up finally calling Joe and Heather to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up back at their house where we watched Freddy vs. Jason, which I must say is one, no, the crappiest movie I have seen this year. I actually feel stupider for having watched it. Then it was run errands time. We went to Kmart, and then the mall, both of which pretty much sucked. After that was WalMart, where I hoped to buy the Sims2 and it's expansion pack, but NO, they were sold out of the first one, and what good was the expansion pack without the first? By this time I was very grumpy. Then Joe suggested Best Buy, which is where I wanted to go in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went there and I got my Sims2 and University, plus a new sound card to replace the piece of shit one I have now, and a pair of new speakers. In short, lots of money spent. After that was Denny's, because we were all starving. Joe paid for me since I didn't have any money due to not going to the bank (Thank you Joe! I'll pay you back, I swear). Unfortunately the Italian chicken sandwich doesn't seem to be agreeing with me because my stomach keeps hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I was dropped off at home where I hoped to install and spend many hours playing my new game. But my computer had other ideas. It kept messing up and freezing and giving me error messages. I had to restart about five times. Stupid computers! It finally installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all that, when I think I may finally get to play this beautiful game...BOOM. An error message everytime I go into make a new Sim. My technical support, aka Heather, tells me that I most likely need more memory or an upgraded video card. Dammit! This computer just sucks up money like a fucking vaccuum! I wonder how much more memory costs and who am I going to have to pay to install it and my new sound card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the link below for a representation of how I felt with my computer today. I would have made a better link to it, but of course, things fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/wolfhearted/250274.html#cutid1"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/users/wolfhearted/250274.html#cutid1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112245036343718985?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112245036343718985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112245036343718985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112245036343718985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112245036343718985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/07/warning-this-post-contains-offensive.html' title='Warning: This post contains offensive language.'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112166668773361400</id><published>2005-07-17T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T23:04:47.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I finished it...</title><content type='html'>It's one a.m. in the morning, and I just finished reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I will not say anything about it yet, as some people have not finished reading it. I must call Joe soon, because I promised him I would call him when I was done reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, what a book. What an ending. Things I would have never expected...Great moments, funny moments, sad moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I have ever loved reading more, even if it did make me cry from the sad and the happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K. Rowling is a genius, pure and simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112166668773361400?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112166668773361400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112166668773361400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112166668773361400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112166668773361400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-finished-it.html' title='I finished it...'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112149424939146535</id><published>2005-07-15T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T23:10:49.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Boogie</title><content type='html'>Well, I saw the movie! *zips lips* But I won't say any spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say it was pretty good. I won't go as far as to say it was excellent, but it was pretty close. Full review later on when it won't spoil things for anyone. Oh, and the Oompa Loompas - a million times better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Joe and Heather picked me up from work and dropped me off at home so I could get ready. They went up to Ronnies to get the tickets, but apparently it was PACKED. So they came back here for a bit while we decided what to do. We ended up going down to a smaller theatre. It had less crowds but a bigger screen. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book comes tomorrow! I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112149424939146535?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112149424939146535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112149424939146535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112149424939146535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112149424939146535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/07/lets-boogie.html' title='Let&apos;s Boogie'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112139105903391416</id><published>2005-07-14T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T18:41:11.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerio-Eating Scotsmen</title><content type='html'>So, still nothing much new to report. Work is usual (crappy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie did a spiffy henna tattoo on my back. It's so pretty! I need to get a picture of it, but there is no film in my crapalicious camera. Hmm. Well, the tattoo is a gorgeous picture of Poision Ivy from Batman: The Animated Series. Anywho, it is spiffy. I showed it off to some of the guys at work, they loved it. Much kudos to Jess for doing the drawing, I know it was tough, but hopefully you think it's worth it! She did much of it freehand, since we didn't have a transfer. But she did a great job! Clicky on the link below for the original drawing of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catsuka.com/interf/gengal/sketches/batman/batman/croquis/ivy4.jpg"&gt;Pretty picture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I might be going to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Since none of us have a credit/debit card, we can't order them online, and they won't let us buy them at the theatre in advance. So we'll see what happens tomorrow night. Maybe we can get the tickets early in the morning. But I work tomorrow, so we'll (hopefully) be going to the 8:15 showing, because I get off at 7. I'm so excited! Mmm, Johnny Depp-Tim Burton movieness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy says Joe is weird. That came out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt like saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My radio is playing one of the best songs ever. "Let's give 'em somethin to talk about." Great song. *dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the big news, you will not be seeing any posts from me after tomorrow. Why, you ask? Because I am getting Harry Potter book 6 on Saturday!!! Woot! Therefore I will be doing nothing but reading. Hell, I might even call into work on Sunday just so I can read. Muahahaha and evilness. Don't worry, I won't post any spoilers for the book on here until I am sure everyone who reads the blog (which is not a lot) has read the book. Unless they don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*excitedness* I suppose that's all for now. Expect a post tomorrow about the movie, or about me not being able to see the movie and being pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112139105903391416?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112139105903391416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112139105903391416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112139105903391416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112139105903391416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/07/cheerio-eating-scotsmen.html' title='Cheerio-Eating Scotsmen'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112097361788491970</id><published>2005-07-09T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T22:33:37.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGSTFU</title><content type='html'>I hate Internet lingo sometimes. Does anyone know what my title means? (besides being a jumble of capitalized letters) In Internet lingo, it means "Oh my God shut the fuck up." Despite me disliking the complete idiocy of using Internet lingo, it pretty much sums up a moment in my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three words: Men In Kilts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard me correctly. Today at McDonalds, we had a whole group of men in kilts. I was in heaven. Mikey pointed them out and I nearly freaked. The guys naturally had a great time for the next couple of hours teasing me about how excited I was over them. One of the guys was so hot. That pretty much made my week right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for quotage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can I borrow your pen when you're done with it?&lt;br /&gt;Randall: No.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Randall: Because it's mine, I stole it, fair and square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: Why do you have that?&lt;br /&gt;Joe: I stole it, why else would I have it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112097361788491970?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112097361788491970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112097361788491970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112097361788491970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112097361788491970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/07/omgstfu.html' title='OMGSTFU'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112068911171545637</id><published>2005-07-06T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T15:43:59.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up, Doc?</title><content type='html'>Well, not much. The past, oh...week has been pretty boring and uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I called into work yet again. That's twice in the same number of weeks. When asked why I wasn't coming in, I told them simply, "I have absolutely no reason." I thought that I would surely get punished, but so far nothing. I heard from Crystal that I got written up for it, but I have not seen any write-ups yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to quit my job soon. Anyone who's ever worked at a McDonald's knows what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really happening around here. Went to see the fireworks downtown on Sunday. They were pretty spectacular. It was my first time ever seeing the fireworks downtown. The rides and games they had there weren't much to talk about, and it was very crowded. The fireworks were the only good part of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only ten more days until Harry Potter 6! I'm so excited. I'm a little more than halfway through reading book five again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is finally moved to my new desk. I got tired of waiting for the part to connect the connecting piece to come in, so I just moved the file cabinet over and had Jess help me move the comptuer to the new desk. Afterwards I brought in an old white shelf that no one has been using, and it's now where my old desk used to be, covered in books, games and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom bought me a file frame thingy to use in my file cabinet so I can actually use it for files, but the damn thing needs to be assembled, and anyone who knows me should know that equals not good. I am incompatable with assembling things. For heaven's sake, I can't do answering machines, computers or anything like that, so why does mom expect me to just snap it in? Gah! I took it out of the box, took one look at it and the file cabinet, and was overwhelmed. It's now in the box again waiting for someone to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God only knows how I will live in the outside world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112068911171545637?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112068911171545637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112068911171545637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112068911171545637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112068911171545637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-up-doc.html' title='What&apos;s up, Doc?'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-112007617067064168</id><published>2005-06-29T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T13:16:10.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Burnt) French Toast</title><content type='html'>I'll admit, sometimes I tend to exaggerate my skills on certain things. Unfortunately, I did that last night and then had to show that I really had no skills. I said that I could make great French toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe  wanted French toast and pancakes last night while we were all hanging out at his house, so after a quick grocery run, everyone settled in the kitchen to cook. I was appointed the French toast maker, since I had bragged I made it so well, Joe made blueberry muffins and Heather attempted pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first few pieces of toast were burnt, I made a bit of egg mess, and the kitchen was filled with smoke. At least it wasn't black smoke! The muffins turned out decently. And the pancakes...well, after a little confusion and help from Mike, I think they turned out fine. I say think simply because I didn't eat any pancakes. But no one died, so I call the cooking a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I leave you with a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All around the country and coast to coast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People always say what do you like most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to brag, I don't want to boast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always tell 'em, I like toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get up in the mornin' about six a.m.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a little jelly, have a little jam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a piece of bread, put it in the slot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Push down the lever and the wires get hot &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now there's no secret to toasting perfection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a dial on the side, and you make your selection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Push to the dark or the light and then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it pops too soon, press down again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the first caveman drove in from the dregs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Didn't know what would go with a bacon and an eggs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Must've been a genius, got it in his head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plug the toaster in the wall, buy a bag of bread&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oui mouisser bonjour coquette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un croissointe vouzi-vette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maurice Chavelir Eiffel Tower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oui Marie baguette bonsior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;French toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;French toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry about the bad French translating!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-112007617067064168?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/112007617067064168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=112007617067064168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112007617067064168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/112007617067064168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/06/burnt-french-toast.html' title='(Burnt) French Toast'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111992257075754746</id><published>2005-06-27T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T18:36:10.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Score: Nathan 3, Kati 0</title><content type='html'>Today Nathan scared me for the third time. Gah! I need to get a bell on that boy's neck so he won't be able to sneak up on me. He comes up right behind me and waits until I either notice him and freak (like that time in the break room...) or yells (like the other two times) and makes me jump. Damn me and my jumpiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing happened today. Usually when Nathan goes in the back freezer, I like to run back and turn out the lights for a moment, just for fun. Well, today I did that, and after I turned them back on I went in to laugh at him. We were talking in the freezer, and all the sudden the lights go out and we just got the most dumbfounded looks on our faces. After a moment the lights came back on (that's how I knew the look on his face) and I said "Ok, that time it was SO not me." And he just said plainly, "I was about to say, you are quite talented." Later we learned that it was Andrew messing with the lights. But funny nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually a pretty good day. Considering the past few days have been kinda crappy, anways. This weekend I really did not feel good. Well, Sunday I felt ok, but I called in anyway. Horrible of me, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack! I gotta go, Joe just called me, and he and Heather are going to be over in three minutes. I shall post more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111992257075754746?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111992257075754746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111992257075754746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111992257075754746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111992257075754746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/06/score-nathan-3-kati-0.html' title='The Score: Nathan 3, Kati 0'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111949959611363899</id><published>2005-06-22T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:06:36.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike on my computer?</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true. I have a picture of Mike as my background wallpaper. Why on earth is he there, you ask? Well, apparently Heather put the picture up last night. I saw it this morning when I turned my computer on, and I was so confused as to how it got there. I finally figured it out (gotta give my brain a moment to wake up). After I finish this post I'm gonna find a pic to replace it. Mike's cool and all, but I don't want to have to stare at him when I could be looking at beautiful artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it's been awhile since I posted. At work I can think of so many things to put down for "Reasons we love working with", but when I get home I just can't remember them. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are having a garage sale on Saturday. I mention that for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Halloween. Heather and I are planning a big party here. It'll be great. I was telling Will and Nathan about it today at work. Then I told Nathan he should dress up like Peter Pan, because he just has that mischievious look about him. Plus he would look damn good in green tights. This naturally led to a conversation about men in tights. We brought Monica in on it also, and she agreed with me that Nathan would look damn sexy. Will even said he thought Nathan would look good! But Nathan kept saying he didn't think so, until I told him that if he dressed up as Peter Pan, I would jump his bones. He thought for a moment, then asked where the nearest costume shop was. Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111949959611363899?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111949959611363899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111949959611363899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111949959611363899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111949959611363899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/06/mike-on-my-computer.html' title='Mike on my computer?'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111790216903253307</id><published>2005-06-04T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T09:22:49.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, baby. Me.</title><content type='html'>Current Music: Bolero from Moulin Rouge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I woke up really early for no apparent reason (9:00 am), and decided to call in to work, just for the hell of it. I think I'll have a "me" day. When work asked why I was calling in, I told them I wasn't feeling well. But it's not a complete lie! My knee hurts a little bit. I also called right when I woke up, so my voice was still a bit scratchy and helped me sound believeable. I am so evil. But I figure I never call into work, so I deserve a day. Ugh, and yesterday was one of those days where I got so cranky I wanted to just walk out and quit then and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and Heather are still out of town, and Will has gone camping with his new girlfriend, so I will probably just stay at home all day, unless I give Jenny a call and we can finally get together for the first time in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at work I was in the best of moods when I first got there. I was so happy and energetic, the guys all thought I was on speed. Will and Nathan especially got a kick out of watching me bounce all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reason I was in such a good mood was because of Nathan. I have this huge crush on him, and I finally told him a couple days ago. I was so worried it would change things between us and he wouldn't want to be around me anymore, or at least not tease and flirt like we do. But after we talked things over, I felt so much better, and he told me that if he didn't have his girlfriend (yes, I knew already) that he would have so gone for me. That's alright, I am a patient person. But nothing has changed, we still tease and flirt, it's great. I'm so happy. Yesterday while I was talking to Will about it, he told me Nathan had said he was very flattered. I mentioned this to Nathan, and he said "Flattered doesn't even begin to cover it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see Will's new girlfriend yesterday. She came up to work to see him and everyone wanted a look at her. She's gorgeous, I have to admit. I told Will that he did good, and the boy actually blushed. He is such a sweetheart, she's a lucky girl. I can tell they are really into each other. I'm happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny moment yesterday at work - I was wearing my dangly silver ball earrings, and Steve started playing with them. Then he asked if he could wear one. I said sure and handed one over. He put it in and started walking around, I was laughing so hard. Some guys just should not wear girly dangly earrings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111790216903253307?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111790216903253307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111790216903253307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111790216903253307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111790216903253307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/06/me-baby-me.html' title='Me, baby. Me.'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111729775789778770</id><published>2005-05-28T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T09:29:17.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, New Bloggers!</title><content type='html'>I would like to welcome my two best friends, Joe and Heather, to the world of blogging. I helped Heather set up her blog last night, and Joe made his a week or two ago, but he hasn't posted anything yet. (Even with all my nagging to do so) I hope they find it as wonderful as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111729775789778770?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111729775789778770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111729775789778770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111729775789778770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111729775789778770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/05/welcome-new-bloggers.html' title='Welcome, New Bloggers!'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111725347646510529</id><published>2005-05-27T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T21:11:16.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amethistj/16026311/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/16026311_c748672bc5_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amethistj/16026311/"&gt;briar&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/amethistj/"&gt;amethistj&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My very first picture post! Big thanks to Jessie for helping me learn all this. Isn't this a pretty pic? Will had a poster of it in his room and I've been dying to find it so I can have one too.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111725347646510529?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111725347646510529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111725347646510529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111725347646510529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111725347646510529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111716524427117247</id><published>2005-05-26T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T20:40:44.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog-worthy</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love when something funny happens and you want to blog about it, then forget, and then remember? It's great. Just now I was standing around with Jessie while she was making food, and I just started laughing and said, "I just remembered something I have to blog about," and walked off. It was great. Anywho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons we love working with Nathan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I was pretending to cry over a teasing Nathan had just given me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan:&lt;em&gt;(yelling)&lt;/em&gt;: Hey look, Kati does have feelings!&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;(appalled)&lt;/em&gt; I can't believe you just said that! That's it, I'm writing about you in my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very humorous. I had to give him credit for creativity. We've been working a lot together recently and we absolutely love to tease each other all day. There was another funny thing with him I wanted to put in my blog, but I don't remember it now. Dammit. Oh well. Wait! I think something is coming...Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan had just been commenting on how I was writing about him in my blog, and in reply I said,"Oh yes, I write about you all the time. 'Dear blog: Today Nathan looked at me. It was hot.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both cracking up at that. Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the big reason we love working with Mitch: He gives free and numerous backrubs. Really good ones too. I got two today. *big grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair cut two inches shorter. I am so pleased, my dead ends are gone and the new ends are all soft and even. Yayness and woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, work sucks, but the people are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren faire is on Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111716524427117247?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111716524427117247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111716524427117247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111716524427117247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111716524427117247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-worthy.html' title='Blog-worthy'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111708494641369673</id><published>2005-05-25T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:29:10.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting hot in here...</title><content type='html'>For some reason I am really hot tonight. I think mom probably has turned off the air conditioning, not that I get much of that in my room with no air ducts. Damn unfinished basement. But it must be hot out tonight, because my room usually stays cool in the summer, as it is in the basement. Ah well, I shall suffer and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a bit of a melancholy mood. I borrowed Finding Neverland from Joe and Heather and watched it tonight. It was a very good movie, and Johnny Depp had me practically melting with his Scottish accent (fake, but you wouldn't know it unless you were a Depp fan). However, it was a sad movie. Don't you just love, yet simultaniously hate those good/sad movies? Anyway, it put me in a melancholy mood. And I don't think it was just the movie; I have been having some intersting dreams lately. Ones that really have had me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a seemingly yet somehow connected (you wouldn't understand my abstract thinking (unless you knew me?)(parenthesises(sp) in parenthesises are fun)) note (if you can follow all that), I hung out with Will again on Monday. I got an early shift that day, and he offered to pick me up from work and we would go see a movie. Fate, Megan and Juan all gave me shit about it, calling it a date, which I repeatedly had to tell them it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after we came here and I got changed, we found out that our movie (Kingdom of Heaven) didn't start until 10:20 and we had some hours to waste. We hung out here for a little while talking until he suggested we go get ice cream. I suggested this one place that he had dubbed the "pink place", where we both had never been. It was awesome, all done up in a fifties/sixties style. The ice cream was wonderful and we sat there for an hour and a half talking and enjoying the nice weather. Then we were off to the theater, had some time, and played air hockey which I got my ass kicked in. The movie itself was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Tuesday night, Sarah called me up and we went and saw Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It wasn't what I was expecting, but it wasn't bad either. Funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I seem to be on a chess kick recently. We've played three games so far, which is great because I haven't played chess in so long, and I love it. He kicked my ass twice, but I finaly won. Oh, and it's Star Wars chess, which makes it all the more fun since you can pretend the pieces are fighting, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I may, back to the melancholy-ness. I think...I don't know how to say it. While I love Joe and Heather, I think I am jealous of them. They're all lovey, and I know it's not perfect for them, but still. Seeing things like this only makes me realize yet again what I do not have. I do not blame them; I am happy for them. And this ties in yet again with the dreams, which I shall not repeat here, simply for the fact that other people's dreams may seem boring, unimportant or meaningless to everyone but the dreamer. It it simply put as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not for people or company. Of that I have plenty, thanks to wonderful friends. But I see Heather cuddled up to Joe, and I am jealous that I do not have a someone to cuddle up with. I never have had someone. I know it is not my fault. I know that I do not need someone to make my life complete and happy. I know that at times I am lucky to be single and free. But isn't it natural to want someone? Here I am, at nineteen years old, and I have had only one date. I know that certain friends I would talk to would reassure me that my time will come, and I know they are right. But the question is, when? And I know they would tell me their stories of how they felt this way before. But when they felt this way, were all of their friends in a relationship? No. And maybe not all of my friends are currently in a relationship, but every single one of them has had at least one. I have had one very bad date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am just bitching and this all means nothing to you. But this is what is on my mind. It is always there, lurking in the back corners, brought out when I see something romantic-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is worse is, I worry that I am getting desperate. I sit and wonder if my crushes are really crushes, or am I just that desperate for a boyfriend. I over-analyze and I worry and I try not to think of things like these. I tell myself that my crush on him is just me wanting a boyfriend bad and putting him in the role. I worry that they only see me as a friend, a fun person to work with, or one of the guys, and nothing more. I see my friends all around me, getting married, having kids, getting in relationships, and I wonder when I will get to experience it all. I do not want to be one of those girls that needs a boyfriend to be happy. I know I am not that girl. I do not want to think that having a boyfriend will solve all my problems. I know it won't and that it would probably cause problems of it's own. I worry that I am not good enough, even though I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I feel all this, no one ever knows. And this is why I am Calmly Chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I wrote all this down, and even more, I can't believe I am going to post it for everyone to see. I would appreciate if no one would reply with comments to this, especially if you are going to say any of the cliched phrases I get when I say this kind of thing. They consist of, as mentioned above, "your time will come", etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111708494641369673?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111708494641369673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111708494641369673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111708494641369673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111708494641369673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-getting-hot-in-here.html' title='It&apos;s getting hot in here...'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111665806258269151</id><published>2005-05-20T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:47:42.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Blog ---&gt;</title><content type='html'>Why is it so hard to find good blogs on blogger? When I am bored, I like to use the handy dandy next blog button that blogger so thoughtfully put up in the corner. But half the time I get blogs advertising things, or in a different language, or just plain stupid. And honestly, why can't the mass majority of bloggers use proper grammer and punctuation? It's not that hard, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, had to get that out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, today was fun. All day, actually, which is rare. I think it was because we actually had enough people scheduled for once. A lot of the fun people worked today, and I was lucky to have both Tim and Nathan there together. They're both fun, but when you get those two together, it's nonstop hilarity. Today Nathan and I had this huge thing of play flirting going on, it was great. I was like "You want me, you know it" and he would go "You're only worth five minutes in the stockroom" and then Monica popped in with "I think she's worth a little more than that *wink*". So he and I kept playing like that and insinuating stuff.  Well, I guess you really had to be there for it to be funny. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren faire is in one week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111665806258269151?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111665806258269151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111665806258269151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111665806258269151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111665806258269151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/05/next-blog.html' title='Next Blog ---&gt;'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111653681448603140</id><published>2005-05-19T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T14:06:54.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith</title><content type='html'>I went to the midnight showing of Star Wars Episode III, and Oh My God. It was amazing. A big thanks to Joe for the tickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say anything about the movie except that it was awesome. I don't want to spoil it for anyone who hasn't seen it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people there were dressed up and many others brought lightsabers with them. Tons of people wearing Star Wars shirts were there also of course. The line was out the door and in the parking lot. Luckily we got there early enough to get in about the middle of the line, and got good seats in the very back row. (Good for watching those big battles!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for something very special: A quote from Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Heather is commenting on Joe's Sith teeth)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather: It looks like you've been eating Oreos.&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Sith don't eat Oreos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Heather laughs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Can you just see Darth Maul - "Hey Sidious, pass the milk"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111653681448603140?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111653681448603140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111653681448603140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111653681448603140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111653681448603140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars-revenge-of-sith.html' title='Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111645810982940391</id><published>2005-05-18T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T16:17:31.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arr Matey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #320 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #320 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; LEFT: 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 25px 0px 25px -200px; BORDER-LEFT: #320 1px solid; WIDTH: 400px; COLOR: #320; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #320 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: serif; POSITION: relative; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #c9b390; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My pirate name is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 32px"&gt;Mad Mary Kidd &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 100px; POSITION: relative; TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #320" src="flag.gif" /&gt; &lt;div style="LEFT: 110px; WIDTH: 290px; POSITION: relative; TOP: -60px; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 100%; COLOR: #f8eecc; BOTTOM: 20px; POSITION: absolute" href="http://www.fidius.org/quiz/pirate/"&gt;Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edit: Well, something seems to be wrong with the code for this. If you desire to read my results, just highlight the text and you'll be able to see the missing bits. Unfortunately, the picture is not showing up either (for me at least). It's just a skull and crossbones if you really want to know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The quiz is great though. Check it out, ye landlubber.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111645810982940391?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111645810982940391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111645810982940391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111645810982940391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111645810982940391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/05/arr-matey.html' title='Arr Matey'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111621511431239234</id><published>2005-05-15T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T10:19:54.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball and Stuff</title><content type='html'>Good news, everybody! Well, you might not be excited, but I am. On Tuesday I should be going with the guys from work to play baseball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I am not actually going to be playing, most likely. But Randall invited me to go with them, and I told him I'd love to, but all I would do is watch and cheer. He seemed fine with that, but that's just because he has never seen me cheer. Anywho, so far we know that it will be Randall, Juan, Mitch, Derek, and Mikey going. And me. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun note at work today - Emily was going around asking any of the girls if they had "girly things". I did, so I went to give her a pad to help out. She declined, much to my surprise, and told me that she can't have a pad because she is not wearing underwear. WHOA. Waaaaaaaaaaaay more than I needed to know, Emily. I went back to where the guys were and just stood there. Randall noticed I was looking a bit odd, and pestered me to know what about. I told him he didn't want to know, but he kept at it until I said "Fine. You want to know? Emily does not wear underwear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped dead, his eyes bugged out and he dropped the bun he was holding. After a moment, he turned and walked away. Later he came up to me and told me that if he had nightmares from this, he would come back and kick my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good, Randall. Sweet dreams, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and Heather are back from Chicago. Their trip was great, and they had some really good pictures. I wish I had a scanner so I could upload them here. And now that they are back, Heather is moving out of her house. Lots of drama going on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, while Fate and I were working today, she came up to me all excited and told me the baby was moving. I put my hand on her stomach and I felt her baby move! It was pretty amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111621511431239234?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111621511431239234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111621511431239234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111621511431239234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111621511431239234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/05/baseball-and-stuff.html' title='Baseball and Stuff'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111595802225206504</id><published>2005-05-12T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:20:22.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play Catch....Up</title><content type='html'>Current Music: Holiday by Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school is over for the summer, which means at the start of next week, I will be going full time at McDonalds. Oh, lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is Danielle's baby shower, and I really need to get to where she is registered and pick something up. I also need to arrange a ride to and from her house, or get directions to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and Heather are up in Chicago for a U2 concert. They left Wed. morning and will be coming back sometime tomorrow afternoon. Joe joked that he would bring me back a snowglobe. I told him if he did I would hit him with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new computer desk came, but it still has a part that needs to be attached. So I have my computer still hooked up to my old one. Things seem to take forever to get done in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been hanging out more with Will, which has been great. He really is a great guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that if I suggest to Steve one more time that we should hang out and he still doesn't pick up the hint, I am going to state it as plainly as I can. Honestly, that boy does not get subtle hints. I'll say that we should hang out sometime, and he changes the subject. Will said at first that it was a good thing that he was avoiding the subject of me, but now he's not so sure. So tomorrow when I work with Steve, I am going to suggest it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so boring. Everyone was busy except for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111595802225206504?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111595802225206504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111595802225206504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111595802225206504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111595802225206504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/05/lets-play-catchup.html' title='Let&apos;s Play Catch....Up'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111487983199401817</id><published>2005-04-30T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T09:50:31.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty Crocker at McDonald's?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Steve brought in a tub of cookies he had made, &lt;em&gt;himself&lt;/em&gt;, for everyone. I was jealous and impressed. Jealous because they were really good, and freaking huge. I can't make cookies like that. Impressed for pretty much the same reasons. Guys who can (and like to!) bake/cook are awesome. I teased him for a little while about it, asking where his frilly pink apron was and calling him Betty Crocker. But he knows that I really was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was actually so much fun yesterday. I had all the great guys there: Randall, Steve, Will, Derek...We had so much fun goofing around. Steve started making a movie game where everyone had to think of movies and shout them out and we could talk about them. This lasted us from about 2 until 6. Even through people's breaks - we would come back armed and ready with more movies. But after everyone left at 7, I was left with dumbasses and I got really frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe picked me up from work, and after a quick run home to change, we went to his house and hung out with his family and Heather, which was great. He has such a crazy family. Made a Ted Drewes run (for those of you who don't know, that's ice cream), went back and goofed off some more. Later on we popped in Big Fish and watched that, then it was time for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe had been roped into going to a prom with one of his mom's friend's daughters, but the girl called up and said she had been burnt from fake tanning and couldn't go. Later we found out she had lied and gone without him. But that was more than ok, Joe didn't want to go. But he had his tux (which he looked very nice in), and he wanted to show it off. Hence the Ted Drewes run. Joe said he was going to have the picture his mom took of him made into a card and write on it "This is what you missed." Everyone loved the idea. After our ice cream run, Joe, Heather and I were all lying on the couch, Joe in the middle of us. His mom thought we looked too cute for words and took a picture. I can't wait to get my hands on a copy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111487983199401817?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111487983199401817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111487983199401817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111487983199401817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111487983199401817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/04/betty-crocker-at-mcdonalds.html' title='Betty Crocker at McDonald&apos;s?'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111473591292144885</id><published>2005-04-28T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:51:52.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain't dead yet!</title><content type='html'>So I was reading a blog just now, and the guy was talking about his new hat he had just gotten. Then, there it was. The best phrase I have heard in quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dangerously jaunty."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so much cooler when done in italics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like the title states, I am still existing. Quite the accomplishment, I know. School is almost over (one more week, YAY), and I am officially promoted at McD's to crew trainer! I keep planning to quit, but when I think about it, I think of how much I'll miss my friends there. *Sigh* Life. Got mom's mothers day gift all wrapped and done with, hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of friend drama going on at the moment, but I think I'll wait to talk about it all when it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111473591292144885?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111473591292144885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111473591292144885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111473591292144885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111473591292144885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-aint-dead-yet.html' title='I ain&apos;t dead yet!'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111405674055359418</id><published>2005-04-20T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:12:20.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to....uh...Me</title><content type='html'>So obviously, today was my birthday. What to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the people that mattered most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the people I invited (aka all my coworkers) did not show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker crush, however, called to apologize that he couldn't make it and to wish me a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We barbequed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music, games, and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if you put it all together, it was a good day/party. But I can't stop focusing on the fact that none of my co-workers didn't show. I plan on exaggerating the party for them to a wild bash and then say, "Oh, but wait, YOU weren't there." Bitchy of me, I know, but I can't help it, I'm a bit upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111405674055359418?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111405674055359418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111405674055359418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111405674055359418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111405674055359418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-birthday-touhme.html' title='Happy Birthday to....uh...Me'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111319465101067628</id><published>2005-04-10T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T21:44:11.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's going so well!</title><content type='html'>I doubt anyone realized that the title to this post was a quote from &lt;em&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/em&gt;, said by Monsieur Zidler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I believe it truly has. The problems I mentioned previously are now apparently over and done with, or at least on an upwards spiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a birthday party soon! It shall be on April 20th (a Wednesday), 6pm to midnight. Why Wednesday? Because it just so happens to be the only day I have off for the week. Plus the day is easy to remember, I think. The event shall take place at my house; presents are not necessary, but if you want to, go ahead.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, work was busy. I regret to say I don't have a RWLWW for this post. I wish I did, but I can't think of any moments that were really humorous at work. Well, ok, one, but it doesn't fit into the whole RWLWW scheme. It was Juan (who can be such a jerk at times) throwing a roll of paper towels at Maria, she threw them back and hit him dead in the balls. Let's just say he was on the floor in pain, we were on the floor in laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111319465101067628?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111319465101067628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111319465101067628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111319465101067628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111319465101067628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/04/everythings-going-so-well.html' title='Everything&apos;s going so well!'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111274015385040631</id><published>2005-04-05T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T15:29:13.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been One Of Those Days All Week...</title><content type='html'>It truly has. Have you ever had a time when everyone seemed to get a problem at once? That's what's been happening with me. To start it off, Joe and Heather both started having relationship issues. So I helped them with those, I don't mind, I like to help them out. Then I got into the middle of Sarah and Monica having some troubles with their friendship, and trying to work things out between them. And recently I've started having a problem that I can't get off my mind. It's getting pretty bad, I don't know how to help myself. And sadly, no one can fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in work related news, things have been going well. I still haven't talked to my boss about my promotion, but we're usually fairly busy when she and I are both around, and it can be hard to get a chance to talk with her. But I will try this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been going mostly good, except for math class. That is my last class of the day, and I am starting to really dislike it. Thank god it will be over soon. I have been finding so hard to concentrate in recently, especially today with all these problems on my mind. I found out that one of the girls I like to talk to in communications class is actually the cousin of a childhood friend I have. We both thought that was just crazy and started saying "It's a small world after all."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111274015385040631?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111274015385040631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111274015385040631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111274015385040631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111274015385040631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-been-one-of-those-days-all-week.html' title='It&apos;s Been One Of Those Days All Week...'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111206768829912480</id><published>2005-03-28T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T10:19:41.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo hoo!</title><content type='html'>So today was my technical first day as a crew trainer. I say technical because I have not been officially promoted yet. That should happen on Friday when my supervisor is supposed to talk with me. But, today I trained a new person. And I mean, it was his first day, and my job to tell him everything. Ahh! But it was all good. Whatever deity is up there, s/he must have been listening to my prayers because I got a smart nice guy to train. Everything went mostly well, but Juan kept messing with him and I'd yell have to go yell at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally sat down and wrote that essay for College Comp. Yes, the one due tomorrow and that I wrote this morning. It will be my first non-A essay in that class, simply because I do not have any peer reviewing. Well, Jess did a little, but she didn't notice there was a backside. Plus the essay is super short. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In happier news, I gave Sarah her birthday present today! I had been talking on the phone with her and mentioned how excited I was to give her the gift. So, even though her birthday isn't for another two days, she came over early and I gave it to her. Naturally, she loved it. In case you're wondering what I got her, it was a handmade, usable hookah. I know, I know, some of you don't approve, but I still love her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to take a shower for school tomorrow. See you all later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111206768829912480?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111206768829912480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111206768829912480' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111206768829912480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111206768829912480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/03/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo hoo!'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111181842917699266</id><published>2005-03-25T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T22:27:09.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Stuff</title><content type='html'>Reasons we love working with Will:&lt;br /&gt;Will: I've lost my sanity! Everybody check your shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously I worked with Will today, which was nice. Trained a new guy on table (making the sandwiches), and felt very smart, but he kept forgetting little things and it was a bit disheartening. Last fish Friday until next year! Hooray! Am working Easter though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to get working on the essay due in College Comp. Don't really want to write it. Have been talking to John from my Comm class a lot up there, good times. Got an A on my history test. Slacking in math because I simply cannot figure out how to do area and volume, especially on circles. But it's ok, I am three weeks ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news, ordered Sarah's birthday gift, can't wait to get it and give it to her. Put myself on a diet, been going good. Tis a good diet. Got my new bed, very comfy, can't wait to go sleep more. Bought a Disney princess coloring book, Mike teased me about it. Told him to stick it. Can't find my crayons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111181842917699266?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111181842917699266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111181842917699266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111181842917699266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111181842917699266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-stuff.html' title='More Stuff'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111147308486449902</id><published>2005-03-21T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:34:58.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaarrrrgggghhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>That is what my day was. One long frustration. It was one of those days that just makes me want to throw up my hands and quit. What went so wrong, you ask? Well, here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, we had a new guy come in, and Randall had to go train him on meat. Leaving me with only Matt to work with. Ugh, what a headache. First, he puts tomato juice on the grill. God does that stink. Then, to get rid of the smell, he puts lemonade on there. Randall and I told him and told him not to, but of course he did it anyway. Let's just say that while those two things stink separately, they stink worse together. It. Was. Nasty. Not to mention after that, he spilled the lemonade on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Randall and the new guy left, and we got another new guy in. Sigh. So Matt had to go train him (What a bad idea, Matt can't do anything right), and Nicole (aka psycho bitch) came in for an hour and I was left with her. Not to mention by this time I had a hell of a headache. Then Nicole left, I begged Margaret to send me home early, and she gave me a list of chores to do before I could leave. I tried to get them done, but as I was the only one left on grill, I had to keep stopping and do that. Finally Fate got sent back so I could finish up. In the end, I didn't get to leave early. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then home, and a shower, and a movie. I feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Von got married! *claps* Unfortunately I didn't get to go (work), but I heard all about it, and Jessie brought home a massive chunk of wedding cake. I must say, Von has &lt;em&gt;excellent&lt;/em&gt; taste in cake. I can't wait to see pictures! Congratulations Von and Drew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111147308486449902?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111147308486449902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111147308486449902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111147308486449902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111147308486449902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/03/aaarrrrgggghhhhhhhh.html' title='Aaarrrrgggghhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111099843732526944</id><published>2005-03-16T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T10:40:37.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation, baby!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh yes. I am on a mini-vacation. Spring break from school, and no work for three days. For once, I really am "lovin' it." (McDonald's humor there...laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we had DirectTV installed. I haven't tried it out yet, but I had to be here for when the guy came over to install it. He was very nice, and I just sat in a chair in read a magazine while he worked. Later, the furniture people came and dropped my new dresser and nightstand off, yay! I am getting the bed sometime later, they had to order it special. So yesterday afternoon I was moving stuff around in my room and getting some stuff out of boxes. I still have a lot in boxes, I really need to go buy a bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is my lazy day. Slept in, sittin' around on my computer, listening to Weird Al on my headphones....tis the life. Mayhap later I will do something productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another note, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't freaking wait for the Ren Faire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Holy crap, sometimes it is all I think about. I'm trying to save up my money so that I can buy stuff there, for once, and possibly even dress up. The perfect scenario is that I can buy the peasant outfit I want from Museum Replicas Unlimited, that it will fit, that I get my hair braided at the braiding stall they have every year, I can finally buy a piece of art from the art booth, and I have a bunch of my friends with me, some hopefully dressed up as well. So far, I'm pretty sure Athene, Mous, and Jess will all definately go with me. I asked Will from work if he would like to go, since he really wants to go to a Ren faire, and I asked Sarah because she went once, and really liked it. But I'm not sure about them yet. Any other takers? T, Von, anyone? The more the merrier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it May yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Monday night, Sarah picked me up from work, and after a pit stop at my house to clean up, we were off to the movies. We saw &lt;em&gt;Robots&lt;/em&gt;, that new animated movie from Pixar. I found it really funny. I know some people say they were making it just for profit, that it is a regurgitated storyline (which they were right about) but I still liked it. (Not to mention the cast! Not one person I don't like. *coughEwanasthemaincharactercough*) So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I saw the trailer for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, again, and again I loved it. I can't wait to see that. And they showed a teaser trailer for Ice Age 2, let's hope they can pull it off. And then.....they showed it. The trailer for Star Wars Episode III Revenge of the Sith. Oh my god. Yes, I admit it, I am a Star Wars geek. I grew up on it. I was already looking forward to EpIII, but....this was amazing to actually see it. It really did take my breath away. All I could say was "Wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I've been up to. Now I am off to go laze about. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111099843732526944?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111099843732526944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111099843732526944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111099843732526944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111099843732526944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/03/vacation-baby.html' title='Vacation, baby!'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111069474256602043</id><published>2005-03-12T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:19:02.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tonight I introduced Jess and Andy to the movie &lt;em&gt;Saw. &lt;/em&gt;It's already one of my favorites, and they really liked it too. I mean, an awesome beginning, one hell of a storyline/plot, and probably one of the best endings ever in film. But then again, I'm no professional film critic. But what do they know? Bah. Tis a very good movie. (HINT: I want it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work was blah. Some good moments, some bad. I am getting really unmotivated about my job. I can't wait to get out of there, but I know I will miss some of my co-workers. I swear, if I don't get a raise next month (which I really deserve) then I will leave. I'm gonna be extremely pissed if I don't. My managers have told me already that I am one of the best. I think there will be recommendations for raises (heard from Will) and if I don't get any....oooh, I'll be mad. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found the perfect present for Sarah for her birthday. It's a real, usable, &lt;em&gt;affordable&lt;/em&gt; hookah. Yup. Next paycheck comes around, and I am ordering it for her. I know she will just die when she opens it up and sees it. I am the best ever. (inflates ego a bit more) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons we love working with....Melissa M.&lt;br /&gt;Danielle: Move!&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: Hey! There's these words in the alphabet called 'excuse me'.&lt;br /&gt;Danielle: There's no words in the alphabet!&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: Well if you put the alphabet together it spells excuse me. Now move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was great because Melissa didn't even miss a beat with her comeback. I thought it was so funny, I had to go get a napkin and a pen to write it down so I wouldn't forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111069474256602043?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111069474256602043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111069474256602043' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111069474256602043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111069474256602043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-tonight-i-introduced-jess-and-andy.html' title=''/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111061161871231111</id><published>2005-03-11T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T23:13:38.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies and Scotsmen</title><content type='html'>So, I just finished watching &lt;em&gt;Cellular&lt;/em&gt; with the boys for the first time. It was much better than I thought it was going to be. If you have not seen it, you definately should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work was half fun, half "God I just want to get out of here." The first part before my break was fun because all the fun people were there: Steve, Randall, Will, Mikey. I had this great conversation with Will about why the Scots (and kilts!) are hot. Lots of fun and playing around with the guys. Then Will and Mikey left, I went on break, and we got a bunch of new people. Mostly ones I didn't want to work with. (i. e. Nicole and Matt) Then we got super busy (fish friday). After that, Steve and Randall left, and I was left dying to go home. 9:00 on the dot, I was clocking out and grabbin' my coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Von was with Jess when she picked me up, so I got to see her for a little while, which was nice. I gave Von her *woot* back (somewhat grudgingly). But all is good.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons we love working with....Margaret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Will and I are discussing the Scotsmen)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margaret: I want in on the conversation!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alright. We're talking about the Scots.&lt;br /&gt;Margaret: The who?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Scots, you know...&lt;br /&gt;Will: The Scottish!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Will: And why they are hot.&lt;br /&gt;Margaret: &lt;em&gt;(blank face) &lt;/em&gt;Right...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111061161871231111?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111061161871231111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111061161871231111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111061161871231111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111061161871231111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/03/movies-and-scotsmen.html' title='Movies and Scotsmen'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111021711068573629</id><published>2005-03-07T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T09:45:13.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffage</title><content type='html'>Haha, I have gotten me some White Castle. All yesterday I was craving it while at work, so when I got home I asked Jess to pick some up for me on her way home. My sister is so nice to me! (and I owe her money, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday's McD's highlight was karoke with Randall and Adam. Let me tell you, hearing them sing &lt;em&gt;Barbie Girl &lt;/em&gt;by Aqua together, &lt;em&gt;in harmony&lt;/em&gt;, was priceless. They would do voices for it too, like up high for the "ah ah ahs" and down low for Ken's part. They also sang bits of many other songs, like &lt;em&gt;Kokomo&lt;/em&gt; by the Beach Boys and &lt;em&gt;Summer Nights&lt;/em&gt; from Grease. What I wouldn't have given for a recorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness for a moment!! &lt;em&gt;Scotty doesn't know....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* Sorry, I was listening to a mix cd and that came on. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I have been plotting. Yes. And hopefully it will go into effect tonight. What be this plot, you ask? To hook up a co-worker of mine with my best friend. Justin just seems so perfect for Sarah, I have to give it a try. Muhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payday today! Yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111021711068573629?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111021711068573629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111021711068573629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111021711068573629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111021711068573629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/03/stuffage.html' title='Stuffage'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-111013030870446992</id><published>2005-03-06T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T09:31:48.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Castle Goodness</title><content type='html'>So, I finally watched &lt;em&gt;Harold and Kumar go to White Castle.&lt;/em&gt; Jess brought it over last night, and Tom and Vickie came over to watch it with us. I must admit, I thought it was going to be one of those really stupid movies, like &lt;em&gt;Dude, Where's My Car?.&lt;/em&gt; (Although that movie was funny, it was also quite dumb.) But this one was amongst one of the better movies of that genre I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn Jessie! She told me that I would want White Castles after seeing this (along with everyone else who had already seen it). I didn't really believe her. How could a movie make you crave something? But oh man, when they finally got to White Castle and were chowing down on the burgers, damn I wanted some. White Castle must be pleased as a pig in shit about this movie. (pardon my non-French French)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-111013030870446992?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/111013030870446992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=111013030870446992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111013030870446992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/111013030870446992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/03/white-castle-goodness.html' title='White Castle Goodness'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-110999772459110500</id><published>2005-03-04T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T20:42:04.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God, kill me now...</title><content type='html'>I just got home from work, and I am ready to curl up and die. I ache all over. I worked 9 hours today instead of my usual 8. Why, you ask? Well, Matt asked me to stay the extra hour for him, and I felt bad for him, seeing as how he felt really crappy all day from some accident he had. Plus he said he would pay me what I make in an hour. ($6.25) So, combined with my hourly wage from McD's, I earned $12.50 for one hour. (I'm so greedy)Not bad, even though I felt like I was going to collapse any minute. It was really hot back there today too, and we don't have air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the good side of work, for the beginning anyway, it was fun. Almost all the people I love to work with were there, and when you get those guys together, you get one hell of a laugh. Especially since Mikey is back on grill, combined with Randall they know every single "Your mama" joke there is. And they like to flaunt it. My favorite I heard from Randall was "Your mama is so fat, when she goes outside in a red shirt people yell, 'Hey, Kool-Aid!'" Will also decided to come up to me and put a sticker on my shirt. "It's my Christmas present to you!" He exclaimed. So I kept it there. Later Matt tried to remove it and I got upset at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, Matt was really annoying me today. So why did I stay for him? I don't know. I also worked with Nicole again today, and amazingly got along well enough with her. Eh. I guess she is not so bad, depending on what job she is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Can anyone tell me how to put links on my blogger sidebar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-110999772459110500?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/110999772459110500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=110999772459110500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110999772459110500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110999772459110500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-god-kill-me-now.html' title='Oh God, kill me now...'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-110947742110808677</id><published>2005-02-26T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T20:36:55.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a bad couple of days...</title><content type='html'>Because I have been sick. Well, sorta. First off, I had some "female problems" and had to go to the doctor. Namely, a cyst. I'm sure you all wanted to know that. Thankfully it turned out to not be serious, and I played hooky from work the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, when Jess came home, we got some McDonalds. From the one I work at. And guess what? I got (I think) food poisoning from it. How ironic is that? I woke up this morning with a terrible stomachache and ended up throwing up multiple times. Lovely, I know. But I went into work anyway and felt nauseous all day.  Then get this, this new girl I'm working with decides to go from nice to bitch in 3.5 seconds, and then decides that she feels sick. So she runs to the bathroom, and threw up. Melissa said she was right outside the door, and that this new girl had made herself throw up, that ass. So she gets sent home, while I had been there working my ass off for 7 hours already feeling like crap. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it is a special double posting of RWLWW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons we love working with....Adam!&lt;br /&gt;Adam: And you just dipped the pickle in the onions.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I did not dip the pickle.&lt;br /&gt;Adam: You dipped the pickle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons we love working with....Randall.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I didn't ask for a side order of smartass.&lt;br /&gt;Randall: I'm sorry, it comes free with every order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so that one with Randall was from a while ago, but it's still funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-110947742110808677?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/110947742110808677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=110947742110808677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110947742110808677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110947742110808677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-been-bad-couple-of-days.html' title='It&apos;s been a bad couple of days...'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-110922990732095448</id><published>2005-02-23T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T23:25:07.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's more fun than a barrel full of monkeys?</title><content type='html'>A webcomic about a monkey and a sheep in space! Check out Able and Baker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jimburgessdesign.com/comics/about/"&gt;http://jimburgessdesign.com/comics/about/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read about the comic (it's fun, really!) and then click on first comic to start at the beginning. I guarantee you will like it. :) Void where prohibited, offer only good in participating stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, recently, just finished another essay that is due tomorrow. Yes, I realize it is one in the morning and I basically procrastinated until the last minute. Deal with it. I bet you I will get an A on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is fine. I decided that when summer comes, and I am still working there, then I will go full time, seeing as how school will be out for summer. Ugh, but it will suck, as I must work at the only McDonalds in the world that does not have air conditioning. Seriously, it will get up to around 105 degrees back on the grill.      X-l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to have another "reasons why we love working with Randall", but I forgot it. Good times, though. Instead, I bring you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why we love working with....Fate!&lt;br /&gt;Fate: Kati, will you go up on the ladder and get me that box?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ugh, why me?&lt;br /&gt;Fate: Because I don't like going up ladders.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What if I fall?&lt;br /&gt;Fate: Don't worry, I will catch you!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *eyeroll*&lt;br /&gt;Fate: *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....what else? Oh yes, Jessie's party. It was wild. Which meant that I mostly stayed in my room out of the hubbub and crazyness. I know, I am such the party pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.......bedtime. I have school early tomorrow. Most likely I will fall asleep in history and kick myself later for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-110922990732095448?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/110922990732095448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=110922990732095448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110922990732095448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110922990732095448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/02/whats-more-fun-than-barrel-full-of.html' title='What&apos;s more fun than a barrel full of monkeys?'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-110868964583469683</id><published>2005-02-17T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T22:01:08.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha, Check This Out...</title><content type='html'>This is a great blog, really funny stuff here. Scroll down to check out Jim's horrible album covers of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jimvanblaricum.com/blog.html"&gt;http://www.jimvanblaricum.com/blog.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a news note, Jessie is turning 21 this Saturday! Happy Birthday, Jessie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day amazingly did not suck. Even though I worked. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is fine. Got an A on the essay I was stressing over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! That was some fast condensed blogging! *zoom*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-110868964583469683?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/110868964583469683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=110868964583469683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110868964583469683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110868964583469683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/02/haha-check-this-out.html' title='Haha, Check This Out...'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-110835463053594034</id><published>2005-02-13T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T20:17:10.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Women's Survival Show</title><content type='html'>Never have I seen so many women in one place. For those that don't know, the Survival Show is a once-a-year convention full of things useful to women. Booths, free samples, etc. Pay to get it, and just walk around. Mom and I went today, we both took off work so we could go. Spent a good few hours up there walking around and buying things. I got a cool pair of earrings they called "ear vines". It goes in your regular earring hole, then twists up to travel up the side of your ear to look like you've got more piercings than you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my very first cell phone! It's a camera phone from T-Mobile. I'm excited, yet a little nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Also known to some as evil, cruel, horribly depressing day. As for myself, I prefer to call it the latter. So, tomorrow shall suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-110835463053594034?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/110835463053594034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=110835463053594034' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110835463053594034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110835463053594034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/02/working-womens-survival-show.html' title='Working Women&apos;s Survival Show'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-110826717106372766</id><published>2005-02-12T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T20:01:41.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom of the Opera in fifteen minutes!</title><content type='html'>Well, sorta. This girl took the phantom movie and made a funny version of it that you can read. Jess and I were laughing so hard, we had to stop multiple times to calm down before going on and breaking into histerics again. Yes, it's that funny. Mous, I already sent it to you, but T, you'll love it. Von, I don't know if you're a phantom nut or not, but if you've seen the movie you might get a kick out of it. So enjoy!   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/m15m/6231.html"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/community/m15m/6231.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-110826717106372766?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/110826717106372766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=110826717106372766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110826717106372766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110826717106372766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/02/phantom-of-opera-in-fifteen-minutes.html' title='Phantom of the Opera in fifteen minutes!'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-110818270771515620</id><published>2005-02-11T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T20:31:47.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News of the day</title><content type='html'>Reason #27 why we love working with Randall: He does a great impression of Steve Irwin. "Crikey! He's merely a baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got burned and a bruise at work. We were very busy and sold a lot of fish as it was a Friday during Lent. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I painted a little bit more on my room (read - little).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my new computer up and running!! Much thanks to Mike and Jessie. Tis awesome. I loveth it. Got Zoo Tycoon and Roller Coaster Tycoon running, very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the extent of my day. What a life I have. *insert eye roll here*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-110818270771515620?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/110818270771515620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=110818270771515620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110818270771515620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110818270771515620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/02/news-of-day.html' title='News of the day'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-110770979844864747</id><published>2005-02-06T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T09:09:58.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chips!!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday at work I had a *squeal* moment. Since it was Mardi Gras, we were busy as all hell (it was like a neverending stampede of people). I went up to the registers to clock out for my break, but I had to wait until one was done with an order to use the time clock. As I was waiting, I noticed a gentleman standing off to the side of the counter with a cup.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you need a refill?" I asked him. I could surely do that, I thought. But he replied no, and said that he was waiting for his food. Ah, I see, and I turned back to Robert to see if he was done. Robert said that if I wanted, I could go get his food for him. Alright, but I have no idea how to do that, I told him. So he gave me a quick lesson, and I was off. I got the burgers, the pies, and handed the bag to the gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;"You forgot the chips," he said. This confused me, as we do not serve chips.&lt;br /&gt; "Chips?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, chips, you know," he gestured over to our fry fryer. Then it clicked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, fries" I said. Then I realized the gentleman had a British accent. So, after a little confusion over what size of fries, I got his order correct and clocked out for my break. Then I had myself a private *woot* in the break room. I served a British guy fries, and he called them chips! How cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is reason #5 we love working with Randall: So deadpan.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You ever seen that Arby's commercial where the oven mitt leans back and screams, "Will it never end?!"&lt;br /&gt;Randall: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I feel like doing that.&lt;br /&gt;Randall: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Me. ....But I think it would scare the customers.&lt;br /&gt;Randall: .......Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you had to be there. But it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-110770979844864747?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/110770979844864747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=110770979844864747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110770979844864747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110770979844864747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/02/chips.html' title='Chips!!'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9378672.post-110746385516327532</id><published>2005-02-03T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T12:50:55.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Woot*</title><content type='html'>I stole that woot from Von's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had reason to! My computer finally allowed me to watch the trailer for The Corpse Bride, and it looks amazing. I absolutely can't wait. Tim Burton, Johnny Depp, and a maybe on Danny Elfman. *faints* So, here we have an animated movie with those three coming out soon, and a live action movie with those three coming out soon. Can we say heaven is near or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, yet again, on my favorite computer in the library. Across the open space I can see someone sleeping on one of the long benches. That amuses me. Down below I watch random people study, walk about, and get on the other computers. I can watch people go up and down the stairs.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I am such a voyeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......And as I paused after writing that, I looked down and noticed a piece of pink paper peeping out from under my keyboard. (Didn't you love the alliteration there?) I pulled it out, wondering what it could possibly be, and it turns out that it is a scrap paper from the box next to the monitor, with the words "beefboy918" and "taco" written on it. Interesting. I think I shall leave it for the next person to find and be amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally started painting on my room yesterday. I got one window mostly done, and have started the trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some odd reason, I really wanted to watch Disney's Cinderella last night. So I did. Man, I haven't watched that in months. Mayhap a year or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to read my webcomics. And that person is still sleeping over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9378672-110746385516327532?l=calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/feeds/110746385516327532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9378672&amp;postID=110746385516327532' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110746385516327532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9378672/posts/default/110746385516327532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmlychaotic86.blogspot.com/2005/02/woot.html' title='*Woot*'/><author><name>Calmly Chaotic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15639363768660696578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
