<?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-13266718</id><updated>2011-11-30T20:37:04.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mom is a secret agent</title><subtitle type='html'>i'll tell your story for $5</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13266718.post-8241749399144151565</id><published>2011-11-30T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T20:37:04.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At what point do you think it is okay to completely cover yourself in perfume before you board an airplane? &lt;div&gt;I mean seriously. We're going to be confined to a very small very crowded space for the next FIVE HOURS!!!! and right now we're just sitting in the terminal several feet away from each other.  MY EYES ARE BURNING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;show a little consideration. gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-8241749399144151565?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/8241749399144151565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=8241749399144151565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8241749399144151565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8241749399144151565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2011/11/at-what-point-do-you-think-it-is-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-4507248398195941378</id><published>2011-11-11T16:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:07:25.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't be an idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-4507248398195941378?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/4507248398195941378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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wanted to be a pilot when i grew up because i wanted to be like Murdock from the A-team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-2814703039048527826?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/2814703039048527826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=2814703039048527826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2814703039048527826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2814703039048527826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2011/11/fact.html' title='Fact'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-8547513349511088106</id><published>2011-10-05T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:56:12.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to deal with the Dragon Lady:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Call her out on her bad behavior.&lt;/div&gt;Respond in a mature way. &lt;div&gt;(i.e. Don't call her names.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make sure she knows she doesn't scare you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow up with a nice note asking her to leave you alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the event of a repeat situation, Call 911 and have her arrested for trespassing and harassment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-8547513349511088106?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/8547513349511088106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=8547513349511088106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8547513349511088106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8547513349511088106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-to-deal-with-dragon-lady.html' title='How to deal with the Dragon Lady:'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-3677608231687962853</id><published>2011-09-27T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T16:51:32.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engrish Lesson 101: How to use your chopstick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FoQARHRm3oI/ToJhf-LP6aI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lz2LicoqOUY/s1600/Engrish.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FoQARHRm3oI/ToJhf-LP6aI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Lz2LicoqOUY/s400/Engrish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657191283824781730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my airport Chinese food chopstick wrapper. &lt;div&gt;More Engrish that i can normally handle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-3677608231687962853?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/3677608231687962853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=3677608231687962853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13266718.post-5356260336944772870</id><published>2011-09-21T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T23:32:58.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While it's fresh in my mind: A Dream of Space Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.spacetelescope.org/static/archives/images/medium/heic0503a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://www.spacetelescope.org/static/archives/images/medium/heic0503a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Night's  Dream:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was very far into the future. Astronauts had gone to space many times over. Now its our turn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and i were travelling by shuttle. The crew had flown before, quite some time ago. Their faces all familiar, but i can't quite place them. i always thought outer space would look black, white white specks for stars. But it was so much more magnificent than that. There was a hint of nostalgia as i looked out. I kept thinking that it couldn't be real, that it was a projection and we hadn't even left earth yet. It looked just like the pictures from the Hubble telescope. Each system was colorful and swirly and bright.  So i searched for a real window, not the passenger view screen. I found it, and it was just as the view screen showed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when i found the real window to outer space, i found something terrible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More on this later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------ADDITION 11:27 p.m. September 21st 2011--------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My memory of what we found is a little hazy but i'd venture a guess that it was some sort of virus. I remember it sort of melted whoever it touched. And the crew of the ship was not the crew that was originally hired to man the ship. they were a crew from a past voyage that had hijacked the ship in order to return the virus to outer space. The passengers were put in an  interesting position. This caused contentions to rise.  It was up to us to decide the fate of everyone on that ship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-5356260336944772870?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/5356260336944772870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=5356260336944772870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/5356260336944772870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/5356260336944772870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2011/09/while-its-fresh-in-my-mind-dream-of.html' title='While it&apos;s fresh in my mind: A Dream of Space Travel'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-5024262052622134749</id><published>2011-08-29T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T16:28:20.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leonard needs 3 places to hide</title><content type='html'>RECAP:&lt;div&gt;1) drive in movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Karaoke BBQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Filming Bridges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IDEAS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Train fish to do tricks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Create Something Delicious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Catch a baby owl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TO DO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Build a new container&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Have fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-5024262052622134749?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/5024262052622134749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=5024262052622134749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/5024262052622134749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/5024262052622134749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2011/08/leonard-needs-3-places-to-hide.html' title='Leonard needs 3 places to hide'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-8917062420852369235</id><published>2011-08-05T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T17:28:32.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have fun with your onion!</title><content type='html'>My world is becoming increasingly creepier to people who aren't a part of it. that makes me nervous. but it also makes me appreciate the people who are a part of my world, for putting up with my awkardness. &lt;div&gt;Whats for dinner tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thrift store appetizers followed by  a main course of MSM sandwich and energy drink. Desert will be homelessness and good times. i hope. that's the plan anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-8917062420852369235?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/8917062420852369235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=8917062420852369235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8917062420852369235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8917062420852369235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2011/08/have-fun-with-your-onion.html' title='have fun with your onion!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-1239492378800167725</id><published>2011-08-05T00:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T00:21:22.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOOOK so. i was sitting here, pushing the button that says "Publish Post" and it was quiet. and the stupid hound dog that lives next door starts howling its brains out. then all the sudden i hear these voices from outside. like... there were these kids in the bushes by my bedroom window. kinda freaky. but it reminded me of the time that me and katy and kimber were trying to find our way back to the clearing in the woods by the dump. and we totally got caught trespassing by these people's dogs. and the then people came outside to smoke and we just froze. and stood in their yard for like 20 minutes before they realized their dogs were jumping on us. then we got yelled at. &lt;div&gt;good times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-1239492378800167725?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/1239492378800167725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=1239492378800167725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1239492378800167725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1239492378800167725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2011/08/ooook-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-3298370532804245921</id><published>2011-08-05T00:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T00:13:35.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i've just spent the last hour catching up with my past self. me 6 years ago.... such a strange thought. It makes me sad to see how much i've change. how little creativity i have compared to what i had then, which was next to none. &lt;div&gt;Here is a list of things i miss:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)not always working during the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)spending quality time with my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)remembering things vividly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)being able to think without losing my attention to something else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)ice cream parties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling melancholy at the moment..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-3298370532804245921?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/3298370532804245921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=3298370532804245921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3298370532804245921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3298370532804245921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-ive-just-spent-last-hour-catching-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-7815759106495990610</id><published>2011-07-24T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:19:23.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for something completely different... REALITY&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following photos were taken in Victoria, British Columbia July 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BPzzpte2JQ/Tiz71yI2X0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QZQW2iBqSAg/s1600/SAM_3619.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BPzzpte2JQ/Tiz71yI2X0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QZQW2iBqSAg/s320/SAM_3619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633154135344176962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Spock Visiting the Island at the same time as us. woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BFp2Q_A1LzA/Tiz71uWgk4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/nLmtsWKzDd8/s1600/SAM_3616.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BFp2Q_A1LzA/Tiz71uWgk4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/nLmtsWKzDd8/s320/SAM_3616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633154134327726978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And apparently Darth Vader has taken up street performing. Nice spin moves Mr. Vader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-7815759106495990610?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/7815759106495990610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=7815759106495990610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7815759106495990610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7815759106495990610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-to-reality.html' title='Back To Reality'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0BPzzpte2JQ/Tiz71yI2X0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QZQW2iBqSAg/s72-c/SAM_3619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13266718.post-17602469529533865</id><published>2011-07-24T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:08:43.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emerald City Comicon 2011</title><content type='html'>Here are a few of my most favorite sightings of the year thus far:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNTNHyIPHg8/Tiz4g-BUu8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/_MaAuK16gpc/s1600/SAM_0188.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNTNHyIPHg8/Tiz4g-BUu8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/_MaAuK16gpc/s320/SAM_0188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633150479221701570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a Genuine Gundam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RagLhyhG8aU/Tiz4g66zD6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/tVAIYYko5KI/s1600/SAM_0170.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RagLhyhG8aU/Tiz4g66zD6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/tVAIYYko5KI/s320/SAM_0170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633150478389022626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me (sailor Jupiter) and the 4th Doctor.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8h11kcc494/Tiz4gtmCK1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iMSwaOAeIZU/s1600/SAM_0153.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8h11kcc494/Tiz4gtmCK1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iMSwaOAeIZU/s320/SAM_0153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633150474812271442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I snuck this picture of the 10th doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKBrtngb2v4/Tiz4gSO7VdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9JxqRuefkI8/s1600/SAM_0142.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKBrtngb2v4/Tiz4gSO7VdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9JxqRuefkI8/s320/SAM_0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633150467467597266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anti- Venom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8te7blixKYQ/Tiz4gBRlnVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/A9sgP_XbEYo/s1600/SAM_0131.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8te7blixKYQ/Tiz4gBRlnVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/A9sgP_XbEYo/s320/SAM_0131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633150462915353938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me Again, with my own personal storm trooper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aiIs6OEj7M4/Tiz1Ges6VvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IhBf9MAkik4/s1600/SAM_0133.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aiIs6OEj7M4/Tiz1Ges6VvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IhBf9MAkik4/s320/SAM_0133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633146725603104498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weeping Angel, something like a human- TARDIS, and the 5th doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-17602469529533865?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/17602469529533865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=17602469529533865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/17602469529533865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/17602469529533865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2011/07/emerald-city-comicon-2011.html' title='Emerald City Comicon 2011'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNTNHyIPHg8/Tiz4g-BUu8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/_MaAuK16gpc/s72-c/SAM_0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13266718.post-7786398937811126477</id><published>2010-11-09T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:32:50.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renouncment</title><content type='html'>By Alice Meynell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, &lt;br /&gt;         I shun the love that lurks in all delight-- &lt;br /&gt;         The love of thee--and in the blue heaven's height, &lt;br /&gt;And in the dearest passage of a song. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, just beyond the sweetest thoughts that throng &lt;br /&gt;         This breast, the thought of thee waits hidden yet bright; &lt;br /&gt;         But it must never, never come in sight; &lt;br /&gt;I must stop short of thee the whole day long. &lt;br /&gt;But when sleep comes to close each difficult day, &lt;br /&gt;         When night gives pause to the long watch I keep, &lt;br /&gt;And all my bonds I needs must loose apart, &lt;br /&gt;Must doff my will as raiment laid away,-- &lt;br /&gt;         With the first dream that comes with the first sleep &lt;br /&gt;I run, I run, I am gather'd to thy heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a day that goes by where you're not on my mind. i keep you with me at all times. the distance is simply painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-7786398937811126477?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/7786398937811126477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=7786398937811126477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7786398937811126477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7786398937811126477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2010/11/renouncment.html' title='Renouncment'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-7609387865041226520</id><published>2010-09-17T00:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:21:05.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splendor in the grass</title><content type='html'>What though the radiance which was once so bright&lt;br /&gt;Be now for ever taken from my sight,&lt;br /&gt;Though nothing can bring back the hour&lt;br /&gt;Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;&lt;br /&gt;We will grieve not, rather find&lt;br /&gt;Strength in what remains behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in a long time i have a sense of hope. the future still terrifies me, but the past is done, and all i have left is to look forward and hope that its better than before. Preferably more balanced, happier and productive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-7609387865041226520?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/7609387865041226520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=7609387865041226520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7609387865041226520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7609387865041226520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2010/09/splendor-in-grass.html' title='Splendor in the grass'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-165793067686667830</id><published>2010-01-11T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:44:29.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>does your time melt away?</title><content type='html'>what if you were afforded the opportunity of all the time you need and the forced solitude necessary for contemplating your life and understanding what you've done. would it drive you crazy? or would you make yourself a better person? could you teach yourself new things? or would you turn into a vegetable, unable to perform the most simple of tasks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-165793067686667830?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/165793067686667830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=165793067686667830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/165793067686667830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/165793067686667830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2010/01/does-your-time-melt-away.html' title='does your time melt away?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-714067736185258806</id><published>2009-11-05T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:04:21.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the edge</title><content type='html'>it makes me happy to know you are thinking of me. i always think i see you and its always someone else. i've probably watched 20 movies this week.  pick of the week is "on the edge"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-714067736185258806?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/714067736185258806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=714067736185258806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/714067736185258806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/714067736185258806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-edge.html' title='on the edge'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-4093932791566750649</id><published>2009-10-21T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:37:10.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a feelin.....</title><content type='html'>everything feels upside down right now. i like the change. but i wish it wasn't all happening at once. ya know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really hoping that this winter will be significantly more creative than last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every once in a while i go back on my decision to move home. then i go visit, and i remember why i made that decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goals are to become a better person, happier, more healthy, more tolerant, more balanced, more creative and kinder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying hard to remember that change is a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-4093932791566750649?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/4093932791566750649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=4093932791566750649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/4093932791566750649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/4093932791566750649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-feelin.html' title='what a feelin.....'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-6248980852525606729</id><published>2009-09-25T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:25:39.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Sr17T-OanLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZzWEZ4cDqtk/s1600-h/0925091514a-755812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Sr17T-OanLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZzWEZ4cDqtk/s320/0925091514a-755812.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385596312456174770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;a long time ago we used to be friends but I haven&amp;#39;t thought of you lately at all&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-6248980852525606729?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/6248980852525606729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=6248980852525606729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/6248980852525606729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/6248980852525606729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-ago-we-used-to-be-friends-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Sr17T-OanLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZzWEZ4cDqtk/s72-c/0925091514a-755812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13266718.post-6570866754504463763</id><published>2009-09-17T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:43:36.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>memories are like crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;for a while you keep them, because you would like to have access to them when you feel like it. and every once in a while you want them so bad you turn the bag upside down and dump them all into your mouth at once. but usually, you hang on for a little while and then eventually they get brushed away, forgotten and sucked into a vacuum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-6570866754504463763?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/6570866754504463763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=6570866754504463763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/6570866754504463763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/6570866754504463763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/09/memories-are-like-crumbs.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-5493325231086239413</id><published>2009-09-10T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:10:49.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't feel like i'm at all in the same dimension as everyone else. its like i'm looking in a mirror and everyone else is clear and i'm blurry. and nothing is really happening because i'm observing the wrong dimension. its all extremely complicated. its stressful. its scary. it would be nice to get things right for once. it would be nice if everything was a lie and the real dimension was what things should be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-5493325231086239413?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/5493325231086239413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=5493325231086239413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/5493325231086239413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/5493325231086239413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-feel-like-im-at-all-in-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-1019899590952353085</id><published>2009-09-10T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:35:03.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things i don't want to forget</title><content type='html'>awkward hellos and holding back tears. five mile drives, confessions, sneaky deer, hippo ponds and mustache trees. Meaningful conversations. growling tummies, fishwiches, corn dogs, dirty windshields, and switching shoes. getting all the red lights, throwing things (religious emblems, moss, chains and the like) off of bridges, how to use my camera and pictures in the sky, leaving a very stinky bag of garbage on the street, lifelong promises, the BNI and dates that don't change digits (090909.) Really long parking lot hugs. Getting ready to drive away only to realize your shoes don't match. more long parking lot hugs. Remembering a friendship bracelet that you keep forgetting. even more long hugs.tears shed on the interstate and most important...a really good friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-1019899590952353085?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/1019899590952353085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=1019899590952353085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1019899590952353085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1019899590952353085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-i-dont-want-to-forget.html' title='things i don&apos;t want to forget'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-3845753843185837090</id><published>2009-09-09T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:04:32.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think what makes this all so hard is knowing its going to get so much worse before it gets better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-3845753843185837090?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/3845753843185837090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=3845753843185837090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3845753843185837090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3845753843185837090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-what-makes-this-all-so-hard-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-503719123341598184</id><published>2009-08-08T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:17:30.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like i'm constantly wasting time. It is as if nothing i do is worth the time spent on it. I would say maybe 10% of the productive things that i do are worthwhile.  too many distractions. poop&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-503719123341598184?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/503719123341598184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=503719123341598184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/503719123341598184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/503719123341598184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-like-im-constantly-wasting-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-5726630874693620440</id><published>2009-05-20T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:58:53.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a page torn out</title><content type='html'>so much has happened. I feel very overwhelmed. No. I feel almost nothing. Ambivalence. Or something like it. Almost like i've missed the programming that makes me human. and i'm suddenly learning how to feel and it's all coming at once.. This is almost enough to make me overload. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good news is.... there is no good news. Right now i want to just disappear. Become someone unknown, unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were up to me i'd start over a million years ago. Fix every dumb mistake ever made by anyone. I'd give that to my best friends, and their best friends. Aren't i generous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could sleep. My eye is twitching. I think that means it's saying "hey dumb dumb, you're not sleeping enough. Hit the hey already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's time to dream unsweet dreams of hate, disaster and the usual, yet again &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-5726630874693620440?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/5726630874693620440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=5726630874693620440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/5726630874693620440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/5726630874693620440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/05/page-torn-out.html' title='a page torn out'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-8775868177953778274</id><published>2009-05-02T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:29:03.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Angry Red Planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Sf05qYByhZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7jS64OY3EwU/s1600-h/0502091928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Sf05qYByhZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7jS64OY3EwU/s320/0502091928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331480934043780498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth's first expedition to Mars loses contact -- and never gets it back. Mission Control successfully lands the ship remotely, but finds the crew's only two survivors in a fight for their lives. Horrific creatures, flesh-eating plants and unfriendly, intelligent life waiting for them at the ship they've struggled to get back to are only the start. It's what's they find out later that's truly frightening. …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-8775868177953778274?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/8775868177953778274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=8775868177953778274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8775868177953778274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8775868177953778274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/05/angry-red-planet.html' title='The Angry Red Planet'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Sf05qYByhZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7jS64OY3EwU/s72-c/0502091928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13266718.post-442357287824978743</id><published>2009-04-03T23:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:32:02.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>night crawlers all dried up on the sunny side walk</title><content type='html'>sometimes when it rains it rains not only drops of water but also worms. Lately we've been having a lot of worm rain. does this happen anywhere else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-442357287824978743?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/442357287824978743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=442357287824978743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/442357287824978743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/442357287824978743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-crawlers-all-dried-up-on-sunny.html' title='night crawlers all dried up on the sunny side walk'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-4129576741381765096</id><published>2009-03-31T00:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:18:51.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i think lonely people buy vans so they can keep their kids with them at all times, or so they can steal other peoples kids to keep with them at all times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-4129576741381765096?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/4129576741381765096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=4129576741381765096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/4129576741381765096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/4129576741381765096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-i-think-lonely-people-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-2596514611473412524</id><published>2009-03-25T17:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:47:28.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For just a few minutes Monday night she forgot she was a grown up and had more fun then than in nearly twenty years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice she said to much. Still it did not seem to matter to anyone there that she might at any moment become someone totally different than who she appeared to be. And they knew this was a possibility too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slept better that night than she had in a long time, for there was work to be done in the morning and she couldn't risk forgetting something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she forgot the most important thing. Which she remembered she had forgotten but it was already too late. And the day went on as normal as any other day, even though something was missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-2596514611473412524?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/2596514611473412524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=2596514611473412524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2596514611473412524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2596514611473412524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-just-few-minutes-monday-night-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-8437515630699399274</id><published>2009-03-03T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:45:56.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things i don't remember</title><content type='html'>every day i wake up a little bit earlier. i think the loss of sleep is making me lose my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-8437515630699399274?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/8437515630699399274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=8437515630699399274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8437515630699399274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8437515630699399274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-dont-remember.html' title='things i don&apos;t remember'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-8148417274349965066</id><published>2009-02-16T01:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:04:34.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kickin it old school</title><content type='html'>i just polished my shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-8148417274349965066?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/8148417274349965066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=8148417274349965066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8148417274349965066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8148417274349965066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/02/kickin-it-old-school.html' title='kickin it old school'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-8403106478450499942</id><published>2009-02-14T15:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:57:37.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Makes Transparent</title><content type='html'>seeing things more clearly lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namely, i am tired of this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to leave the house, but there's nothing to leave for. When i do leave i want to go straight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's got to be something worth going out for.... got to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-8403106478450499942?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/8403106478450499942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=8403106478450499942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8403106478450499942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8403106478450499942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/02/winter-makes-transparent.html' title='Winter Makes Transparent'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-3249252629362481371</id><published>2009-01-06T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:08:09.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artificial Intelligence</title><content type='html'>Last week my zune broke. For some reason, possibly because of mild trauma (being shoved violently into my locker,)  my zune shut off. When i turned it back on  the loading screen would appear but for some reason it couldn't get past that screen. The loading screen apparently drains the battery in a matter of minutes. So after the battery dies i plug it in, charge the bad boy up, turn it on and the same thing. This pattern was repeated until i gave up.  I call this an electronic coma (EC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't yet decided to pull the plug on my good friend yet, so i left him plugged in for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Thursday last week my zune had come back to the land of the living. It had awaken from the EC and was back to working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was different though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now normally my zune displays a sort of artificial intelligence(AI) and telepathy. For a year it was been linked to my brain waves and always played exactly what fit my mood. Occasionally it would throw in something a little weird. Which was like it was saying "hey, try listening to this, you haven't heard it in a LOOOOONNNNGGGGG time." which i appreciated because then i get a little more variety in my daily listenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after Newton(my zune, not my cat) came out of it's EC it no longer played any normal music at all. Just all the weird random stuff other people had put on my computer and things i just couldn't bare to listen to at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this Electronic Amnesia (EA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="me"&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;It was as if Newton(the zune) had completely forgotten who i was and what i was like. It seemed as though we had never met, never used the same brain waves. We just couldn't connect. I did my best to reintroduce it to familiar things, places and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, glorious tuesday,  at work it's memory returned. The EA had vanished completely. Almost as though nothing had ever happened. We were back together again, Newton(the zune) playing all the perfect music, never missing a single beat. Not one weird song played all day. It may have been just getting back to work that freed it from the clutches of EA, the smell of cleaning supplies and the sounds of running water, vacuum cleaners  and soft scrub bottle farts. Whatever it was it doesn't matter, i just thank the lord we've got our old Newton(the zune) back! Me and Newton(the zune and the cat) are an unstoppable team now! Stronger than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This strange phenomenon has proven to me that microsoft has created a computer with a degree AI possibly unknowingly. If they are aware of the Zune's AI i'd be worried that we're being spied on a lot more than we think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at any rate i'm just glad it's working and back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true story. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="me"&gt;artificial intelligence&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the capacity of a computer to perform operations analogous to learning and decision making in humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="me"&gt;e⋅lec⋅tron⋅ic am⋅ne⋅sia&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;i-lek-&lt;span class="boldface"&gt;tron&lt;/span&gt;-ik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈni&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;ʒə&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" alt="Toggle for Spelled Pronunciation" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html"&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/dictionary_questionbutton_default.gif" onmouseover="swapLunaImage('default', this);" onmouseout="swapLunaImage('selected', this);" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;am-&lt;span class="boldface"&gt;nee&lt;/span&gt;-zh&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;uh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;loss of a large block of interrelated memories or data; complete or partial loss of memory or data caused by trauma, shock, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="me"&gt;e⋅lec⋅tron⋅ic co⋅ma&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;i-lek-&lt;span class="boldface"&gt;tron&lt;/span&gt;-ik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;&lt;span class="boldface"&gt;koh&lt;/span&gt;-m&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;uh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;plural &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;-mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a state of prolonged unconsciousness, including a lack of response to stimuli, from which it is impossible to rouse an electronic device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="me"&gt;te⋅lep⋅a⋅thy&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;təˈlɛp&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;ə&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;θi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" alt="Toggle for Spelled Pronunciation" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html"&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/dictionary_questionbutton_default.gif" onmouseover="swapLunaImage('default', this);" onmouseout="swapLunaImage('selected', this);" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;t&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;uh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="boldface"&gt;lep&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;uh&lt;/span&gt;-thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  communication between minds by some means other than sensory perception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-3249252629362481371?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/3249252629362481371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=3249252629362481371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3249252629362481371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3249252629362481371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2009/01/artificial-intelligence.html' title='Artificial Intelligence'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-8204326737993044916</id><published>2008-12-26T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:45:57.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight we're starting a juice/alkaline balance cleanse thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought a juicer.&lt;br /&gt;and vegetables galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This starts with peeing on a little piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what i'm going to do right.... NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-8204326737993044916?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/8204326737993044916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=8204326737993044916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8204326737993044916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8204326737993044916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/12/tonight-were-starting-juicealkaline.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-3687932024008333018</id><published>2008-12-23T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:33:36.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all in all i think i've had the crappiest week ever. Which is severly disappointing because it was the first time in years it has snowed enough to keep me from leaving the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though now i'm painfully aware of my desire to live the rest of my life in my bedroom watching paul newman movies. Never to meet a new person ever again, and right now i really feel like i could go for the rest of my life without ever seeing another person again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday much good fun in the sledding area by our house. And good time spent with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday work butt off day. Roller skating, which i have little to say about except it just reminded me of some stuff i had hope to keep locked in the brain vault for years more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdy work morning, breakfast, home to read and listen to records for hours. Which was perfect. If i could spend my every waking moment like that  i would be the calmest person on earth.   Evening rolls around more snow hits the ground and walking is our only mode of transportation.  The rest of the evening is a something i prefer not to ever relive again, and yet another motivation for me to stay in doors for the rest of my life. The result was a sprained thumb, many bruises in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we wake up really late, the rest of the day i don't really remember, which makes me think we didn't do much of anything at all. maybe walked to the grocery store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday canceled work again. This was the best day! Went to marysville built and igloo at the walker's and had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of snow can be found here: www.npackage.buzznet.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart,&lt;br /&gt;noodley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i realize that doesn't seem all that crappy but i left out the life changing bits, like when i lost my ex-boss's stupid dogs. and other things i'd rather not talk about. so you're going to have to trust me on this one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-3687932024008333018?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/3687932024008333018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=3687932024008333018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3687932024008333018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3687932024008333018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-in-all-i-think-ive-had-crappiest.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-8009477006443682983</id><published>2008-12-20T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:36:29.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing could possibly be more feel good than spending the evening snowed in with your favorite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow storms. Beer. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet lacking the few inaccessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i am very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;nothing could possible feel better than the relief that comes with this. REALIZE the TRUTH. no person should ever be the way you assume. NOTHING is ever as real as it feels until you slash it to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two people i want around right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not who you think it is. OR maybe it is. But i need you. And you're never there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit.____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bleed to please you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-8009477006443682983?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/8009477006443682983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=8009477006443682983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8009477006443682983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8009477006443682983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/12/nothing-could-possibly-be-more-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-2800150951391309161</id><published>2008-12-18T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:19:43.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on Expanding my Brain activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfing in hawaii this summer i got tossed by a wave and slashed my foot on a rock. Not terribly exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture my sister drew of a robot. and.... white paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your typical anti-technology wont break too easily flip phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. WHAT MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i listen to music? whatever is playing in my head at the time. currently dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no... sometime during the 24 hour period known as september 30th 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE FLIPPIN SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss...... my sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION/s?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newton.. definitely newton, i couldn't live with out him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this is an interesting one... i only get claustrophobic when i am in a large room and it's mostly empty except for when the area where i am is completely crowded with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, the lights are never off in our apartment... which bothers me cause i like the dark the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em..... i was crying while driving but i don't remember why..... so... OH! right it was cause i lost my ex-boss's dogs, which thankfully turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOGNE / PERFUME?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a supersmeller, perfume makes me want to die. So please don't wear it around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really doesn't matter. i prefer hair and eyes to no hair or eyes.... so... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO AT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably somewhere really lame like... the kitchen or dicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINKS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely coffee. coffee is love. love is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pizza sounds so horrible right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. IF YOU CAN EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing. food disgusts me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself. i dunno. i try not to get mad at anyone too often. Irritated is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE EVER GAVE YOU:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a warm gooey uterus to live in. Best apartment ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. DO YOU LIKE ANYBODY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i would say yes i like sombodies, but not everybody, i can tolerate almost anybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely not. but my sister was so 2xjointed when she was a baby they did studies on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.  Was a stupid question&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM CAR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss my truck. i dream about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26&amp;amp;27 &lt;/strong&gt;were cut due to content and unapplicableness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i did. but a logical minded person wouldn't fall in love with someone that they knew they couldn't be with, so i would like to think that being the logically minded person i am i wouldn't let that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit them in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. also a stupid question&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. another dumb one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably randees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loud noises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. non applicable question&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. YOUR WEAKNESSES?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a superhero i shouldn't divulge such information as it could be used against me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. FIRST JOB?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first job ever was being an awesome kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no prank calls are immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED OUT THIS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a gingerbread house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no... i don't think i would change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boredum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now how amazing my hair is.. Thanks to a little elf named demetri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a lot more money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44.i don't celebrate my birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have newton that's all i need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad recently told me i was named after natty gan.... whoever that was. i'm going to google that right now.... http://www.ultimatedisney.com/images/nattygann1.jpg  which now that i know, may have determined a lot of my childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm. i can't see the stars cause i live in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like the 9 that don't have really painful hangnails at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe monday? or tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes but only because it looks like a 5 year old boy's handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roast beef. god i love roast beef. Natalie &amp;amp; Roast Beef always and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nail bitting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none. i have learned to embrace my guilty pleasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe. i am pretty cool. but i smell pretty bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. some people are really good at dragging stuff out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being able to look at things is very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really release anger. i guess that means someday i will explode into a huge firey ball of rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently randee's house in ballard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. i wont even trust my own family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um. hmm. probably my stuffed wolf, which i think i named wolfie... i still have it too. or maybe one of the cats we had at the time... or a hammer. i used to nail pieces of wood together all the time... man. woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see....i have no way of knowing... but 90% of them are just so i know not to answer the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no never.. i hate sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. Most recently i got the crap kicked out of me... good fight. good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any qualities or features similar to paul newman.... the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lots. currently most used is Nads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. DO YOU UN-TIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only if they are too  tight to get off without untying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Here's me wishing i could eat ice cream. It used to be mint chocolate chip, but MCC soy ice cream is gaggy. sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLORS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the color brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73.this was a redundant question. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none, i've never had any. my dentist says i'm highly evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75. BELETED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randee tip tapping away at her computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffles with strawberries... NO! gingerbread house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom. She's going to build a snowman tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. FAVORITE THOUGHT PROVOKING SONG:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooh Bear's Exercise song. Mostly cause i'm having a hard time remembering the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate..... ASSparaGUST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. FAVORITE DRINK(S)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water, whiskey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. I don't have even a funny answer to that question.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate Snow Playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now nearly black..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. EYE COLOR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color of poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah  the average big black framed nerd glasses. i can't see a thing without them. unless i'm wearing my contacts, like right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. SIBLINGS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sister.  She left me for an island. It's such a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. FAVORITE MONTH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now this month cause its snowing so muCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. YOU LIKE SUSHI?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to be in the right mood for sushi which is usually not very hungry and have lots of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tigger too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Dumb Question about days. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't usually let anyone know how i feel about that gushy stuff.  So i doubt i'd tell the person i feel gushy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This winter RULES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. KISSES OR HUGS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is good almost always regardless of the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooo. both scary scary scary. Me no likey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97&lt;/strong&gt; currently MIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. ARRRGGGGHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at the moment.. looking for something Gripping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. IS ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly doubt that. Except maybe.... NEWTON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-2800150951391309161?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/2800150951391309161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=2800150951391309161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2800150951391309161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2800150951391309161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/12/working-on-expanding-my-brain-activity.html' title='Working on Expanding my Brain activity'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-7174268450040378183</id><published>2008-11-19T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:30:05.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats wrong with seattle's police?</title><content type='html'>This morning while taking the garbage out at work i saw two bicycle cops riding up the hill from western to 1st ave hardly making it up the hill. They were going probably slower than i was walking carrying a large garbage can. Then one hit a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i laughed they both stopped and glared at me. Then i ran away cause i was affraid they'd arrest me on trumped up charges of laughing at dumb cops&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-7174268450040378183?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/7174268450040378183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=7174268450040378183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7174268450040378183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7174268450040378183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-wrong-with-seatles-police.html' title='whats wrong with seattle&apos;s police?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-69572393204759599</id><published>2008-11-16T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:08:01.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grin and beer it</title><content type='html'>i'm getting super stressed about the superhero party. more so now after this housewarming party that kinda blew my mind last night. i'm having a hard time recovering from it. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-69572393204759599?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/69572393204759599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=69572393204759599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/69572393204759599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/69572393204759599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/11/grin-and-beer-it.html' title='grin and beer it'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-1961054765035008865</id><published>2008-10-12T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:53:24.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you and i think about the same things dream the same dreams</title><content type='html'>introductions are never easy. this one was. so natural.  a comfort formerly unknown to the likes of myself. Times like they used to be. missing one intregal part of the equation. A very necessary element. One which science cannot work with out. The experiment is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those times when going home is hard but always for the best. As much as it hurts. But who else provides this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Never asked for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to take pride when nothing is up to par.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the look of the country changes with the men we admire, what happens when the really good ones die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything we do is wrong, everything we say is cryptic. How much longer can this go one before i lose it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i'm feeling lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-1961054765035008865?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/1961054765035008865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=1961054765035008865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1961054765035008865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1961054765035008865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-and-i-think-about-same-things-dream.html' title='you and i think about the same things dream the same dreams'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-5194857767820642074</id><published>2008-09-08T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:47:50.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grapes with seeds are delicious but kind of a pain to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm in the air. then in the water for a week and back in the air and then on dry land again.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to a change of scenery, but will be missing home very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-5194857767820642074?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/5194857767820642074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=5194857767820642074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/5194857767820642074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/5194857767820642074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/09/grapes-with-seeds-are-delicious-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-8523869993905032280</id><published>2008-07-31T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:56:08.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;How old was the last person you kissed? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something funny that happened this week?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i made an enormous mess of toilet paper in a park bathroom, confetti style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is bothering you right now? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my digestive track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with girls? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some, most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to call you baby? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;probably my mom when i was a baby. she said "yeah man... .this is my baby"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person you had a deep meaningful conversation with? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;probably mariah, just cause we talk all day long at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mind right now? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i only have 1 hour left at this job, and this questionaire thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is more romantic: sunrise or sunset? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm not sure i can tell the difference, i mean if you took me and put me in a box for several hours and didn't tell me what time it was and put me out side as the sun was moving, i'd likely be more confused about what was going on than feeling romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell your best friend EVERYTHING? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't believe in best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you felt today? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bored, hot, hungry, full, happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old do you look?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't think that is a fair question because we always perceive ourselves differently than other people, so what age i might think i look like might be totally different that what everyone else things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for something?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the day to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at ten last night?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taking pictures in a park bathroom, confetti style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last myspace message you received?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dunno, i don't get many myspace messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone hate you?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm sure someone out there does. sometimes i think hubble hates me. like when she pee's on the floor, i think she has got to hate me to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i believe that the truth, while it may hurt is always better than a lie. The truth gives you ideas for improvement, lies just lead you to believe everything is okay when you shouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you'd like to say to anyone?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sure lots of things. doesn't mean i'll ever get the chance or have the guts to say them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i think i read ender's game in one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; at what? sometimes second chances lead to unnecessary third and fourth chances. Take Hubble for example. She pees on the floor once, i tell her i'm getting rid of her if she does it again. And now it's like a daily thing and i can't get rid of her! gosh. Second chances aren't always worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; always. Many people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last GIRL you had a conversation with?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no, i don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your ex still likes you?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard to say.  I  like to tell myself that he does not, cause it's less stressful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could move to Africa would you?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i would visit, probably not move there though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been held back a grade in school?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;since i was born in september i had to wait a whole extra year to start kindergarten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you easily scared by horror movies?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no. why would you be scared by something that you know is fake? its the stuff that's kinda real that's scary.... like documentaries on eating too much fast food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still turn to your parents for advice or comfort?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;depends on the subject. i try to avoid asking anyone for advice or comfort.  I'd rather not burden other people, not even my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long would it take you to walk home from school?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 3 years, since i haven't been to school in that long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever punched a tree? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Not that i can recollect. One time when i was a kid i ran into a tree in our yard with my head and when my head hit the tree i knocked a bees nest out of it and was stung all over many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find the opposite sex confusing?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not all members of it, sometimes. But then i find all people confusing most of the time. so it's hard to differentiate between girls and boys and who is more confusing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who's been in jail?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm sure i do... Yeah, dan the formerly homeless man i used to work with was arrested twice over memorial day weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at the moment none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you shut off your alarm clock, do you tend to fall back asleep?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always. every single time it goes off. So i set three alarms, and i still fall asleep after each one goes off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone that lives in New York?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i try to avoid tomatoes as much as possible due to an unfortunate food allergy. and besides that aren't all tomatoes technically home grown, since they're all grown in their homes, even if that means they were grown in a lab somewhere, they were still grown in the tomatoes home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you argued about something with your boyfriend/girlfriend?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't have a boyfriend so when could i have possibly argued with someone who doesn't exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be in a relationship in a week? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not likely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you saw your best friend?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last time i saw newton was last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to call you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August. He called to find out where recycled cycles was, i didn't know what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you cry if you found out you were pregnant?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh heck yes, i'd cry because i wouldn't want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a pet fish? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lots. my sister murdered one once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are any of your friends pregnant?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not to my knowledge.. it's possible though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you need to go shopping for?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bicycle helmet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you have to do tomorrow?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pick up my bike from the shop, go ride bikes all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you'll make a good parent? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;probably not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you taller than 5'5? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 9 this morning? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing on Saturday?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe kickball, then omega man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like grilled cheese?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love cheese grilled or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the only things that i allow to enter my nose are 1)tissue 2) netti pot 3) my fingers and 4) other carefully chosen items (i.e. clean pens)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you admit when you're wrong? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah, as long as i am actually wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person of the opposite sex that means a lot to you? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sure lots, but not in a romantical sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to argue?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no. arguing is for sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you change a light bulb? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even when it's broken to bits i can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will your next vacation be?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;going to maui in sept. before that camping in august&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um, when the guy backed into me at taco bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you spent money on?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tostada salad for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if your ex called and wanted you back?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; honestly i don't think i'd answer the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your name? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you craving right now? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you cried about? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let me think, i don't know. i don't remember the last time i cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever blocked someone?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can't say i have ever turned someone into a block before. though it sounds really cool. If anyone knows how please teach me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear a nametag at school?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't go to school. but if i did i would wear my name proudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm happy i don't have to work tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last movie you watched in theatre?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dark Knight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in your pocket? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fabric?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you hurt? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my tum tum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's something fun you did today? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something fun... nothing yet. been at work all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of milk do you drink?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soy. mammal milk makes me ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do after this?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hopefully getting paid, depositing my check and going home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like pickles? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mmmm. pickled spears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone in love with you?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if they are i don't know about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite popcorn flavor? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um... carmel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you wearing when your last kiss took place? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no idea.. it was soooooo long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song playing right now?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the sound of traffic outside my office and keys clattering on the keyboard and the girl who is replacing me complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone like you?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if they do... i don't know about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing an hour ago? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;working, probably this stupid thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not really. just uncomfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is the shirt you are wearing? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black hoodie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person in your missed call list? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;randee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you called? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;randee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like dogs? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some are ok. but i prefer cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you at noon yesterday?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;probably sitting where i am now in the office playing freecell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-8523869993905032280?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/8523869993905032280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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sisters and me</title><content type='html'>hot dogs and beer to rockeroke and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to krista's ridiculous ideas, long nights, seeing high school counselors act like fools, and really rough mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooo. last night was a hoot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-1428356874839422162?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/1428356874839422162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=1428356874839422162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1428356874839422162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13266718.post-4111138251927421321</id><published>2008-07-22T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:33:36.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoid eyes will always come back for more</title><content type='html'>The weekend has left me covered in bruises (physically and emotionally.) I hate that certain people turn me into a total retard. I Love them. But i hate that it always ends that way. I guess it could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk away broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-4111138251927421321?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/4111138251927421321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=4111138251927421321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/4111138251927421321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/4111138251927421321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/07/paranoid-eyes-will-always-come-back-for.html' title='paranoid eyes will always come back for more'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-8628851193194987436</id><published>2008-07-17T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:58:16.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sick of workin for a living...</title><content type='html'>I finally told my boss last night that i'm starting my own business and i either want to work part time for a little while or i'm out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO RELIEVED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately when i told him he said he couldn't make a decision right away. So we'll see how it pans out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-8628851193194987436?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/8628851193194987436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=8628851193194987436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8628851193194987436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8628851193194987436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-sick-of-workin-for-living.html' title='i&apos;m sick of workin for a living...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-1109153001300607546</id><published>2008-07-16T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:54:28.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning Suits You Well</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling extremely unproductive lately. Really looking forward to August and September. Wishing i had more time to myself. And more time with those i haven't seen enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make myself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry i'm on my way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things i've been dreaming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{in reverse chronology starting with last night}&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;0.I dreamt that i got three speeding tickets in one day. Two were your average speeding tickets and one was astronomical $6,657 for going ten over. The cop said that making the ticket that much was the only way he could avoid arresting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (Batman comes out tomorrow night/friday.) I Dreamt there was a sneak preview on tv and i was watching it, and realized i was watching it and got really mad at myself but i couldn't stop watching it. Then i realized it wasn't the one with christian bale and heath ledger, it was one with a hodge podge of people who have been in batman movies and was thusly very decieving because it was new and it seemed like all the actors that were in it should be in the new batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I dreamt that i was traveling from town to town with my mom. Like we were nomadic. and we stopped in a fishing town. In the fishing town was a big beardy fisherman that i had met previously. we fell in love. But as usual i didn't bother investing an real emotions into it because i knew we'd both be gone before long and why risk feeling hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I dreamt that me and randee were in a shipwreck and we survived because we're amazing. And since we were so amazing, the coast guard wanted us to train to be their rescue divers for the Bering Sea. So we did. This was some very hardcore training. It involved swimming in the bering sea. And i couldn't get the stupid gloves for my wet suit thing or the hood for it on cause it was too small and so i did the training without them and it was cold. But i lived. It built character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I dreamt that Tegan and Ryley had a second wedding ceremony and a guy from off the street came in during the wedding and put his finger in the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I dreamt that Tegan, Ryle, Kuma (tegan &amp;amp; ry's puppy), Randee and i were in the woods exploring this old abandoned house and i was sitting in our car when i wild pack of dogs and wolves started stalking us. And i saw them before it was to late and started yelling "WOLVES! WOLVES" and everyone ignored me. So i got out of the car and told them we need to leave. but by the time i got their attention it was too late. We were surrounded. (argh i just knocked my coffee over and it spilled all over my desk) And kuma who was very protective at first looked like she was about to turn on us. she was acting really weird, like she was stifling her wild dog tendancies. So i decided to sacrifce myself so my friends could get away. None of them tried to stop me so i walked up to this chow and expected it to eat me or at least attack me. But it just pushed the top of its head against my leg really hard. And suddenly i understood what was happening. The dogs/wolves were trying to figure out ways to communicate properly with humans. and when they pressed their heads against us they could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-1109153001300607546?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/1109153001300607546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=1109153001300607546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1109153001300607546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1109153001300607546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/07/early-morning-suits-you-well.html' title='Early Morning Suits You Well'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-2975519260570768409</id><published>2008-07-03T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:09:50.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I washed out the inside of my head last night. it feels a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that it was snowing last night. It wasn't winter, it was july. And my dad was taking my friends to jump in a frozen river for a swim. And it started to snow stars. I later found out it was my friends little sister making snowballs look like stars and dropping them off the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been lots of thunder and lightening this week. i love it. it makes me miss winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-2975519260570768409?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/2975519260570768409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=2975519260570768409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2975519260570768409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2975519260570768409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-washed-out-inside-of-my-head-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-3098581221029161736</id><published>2008-06-27T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:45:45.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've decided to give up</title><content type='html'>Everyone keeps telling me i'm great and i will have no problem finding something that suits me. But if that is really the case then why wont anyone take me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of being turned down and people lying to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to give up on the hunt. I'll just have to be miserable where i'm at forever i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-3098581221029161736?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/3098581221029161736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=3098581221029161736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3098581221029161736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3098581221029161736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-decided-to-give-up.html' title='I&apos;ve decided to give up'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-6492152640392545037</id><published>2008-06-24T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:33:20.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like a dead man walking..</title><content type='html'>They tore down the denny's in ballard last night. After a year of being boarded up they finally demolished it in a few hours. It'll probably be on the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skateboarding through ballard is super scary. too much speed. to much debris to hit. i scraped up my knee and palm pretty good trying to stop my board from shooting out into traffic. it hurts. but i'll live. i also stepped on the left front wheel on my board and fell on my back. which didn't hurt at all it was just hilarious. it hurt my pride a little. but not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;District convention this weekend. i'm pretty excited for it. my mom is coming. i haven't seen her in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rando came home last night. maybe she'll go skate with me tomorrow after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is finally here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-6492152640392545037?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/6492152640392545037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=6492152640392545037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/6492152640392545037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/6492152640392545037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/06/like-dead-man-walking.html' title='like a dead man walking..'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-2399068430030200062</id><published>2008-06-18T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:19:10.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search Continues</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of working because i have no other choice. and i'm tired of not being good enough. I feel like i'm getting dumber by the second. I'm grasping at the vocabulary i had as a child. So innocent and naive and enormous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night two people asked me if i cut my hair because i broke up with someone. They must not know me very well. Though i think they were on to something. I feel like i'm about to break up with the world. If things keep going the way they are i'm going to run away for good. Is it that obvious that i want to disappear right now? This very instant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to have someone to run away with. i feel like that's all i'm waiting for. I'm okay with being poor i've been that way my whole life. I don't need to save money. I just need out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-2399068430030200062?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/2399068430030200062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=2399068430030200062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2399068430030200062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2399068430030200062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/06/search-continues.html' title='The Search Continues'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-7615903734064563033</id><published>2008-06-11T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:06:04.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i'm a spinster for the rest of my life my arms will keep me warm on cold and lonely nights</title><content type='html'>The search continues. Everyday i get a little closer to freedom. I just gotta find that one door out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-7615903734064563033?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/7615903734064563033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=7615903734064563033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7615903734064563033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7615903734064563033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-im-spinster-for-rest-of-my-life-my.html' title='if i&apos;m a spinster for the rest of my life my arms will keep me warm on cold and lonely nights'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-983331859099255005</id><published>2008-06-09T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:01:24.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did nothing today but walk a blind man to his bus stop</title><content type='html'>of all the emotionally disturbing things that have happened lately. you were the worst.&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine now of course. and don't hold it against you. But next time don't mess with my head so much. i thought i'd be okay after that. but it took several strong drinks to get you out of my head and reorganize my thoughts. i'm wondering if this is your way of seeking revenge after all these years. i doubt it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between torrential downpours i warm up a little more. each day is flooding with unexpected dead trees and/or parts, which knock me over every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of being defeated, lied to and forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-983331859099255005?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/983331859099255005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=983331859099255005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/983331859099255005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/983331859099255005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/06/did-nothing-today-but-walk-blind-man-to.html' title='did nothing today but walk a blind man to his bus stop'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-62908627620866959</id><published>2008-06-06T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:03:55.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an enviable view point</title><content type='html'>you looked nice tonight.&lt;br /&gt;the dark rain of today has been perfectly matched by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;radiohead&lt;/span&gt; song (fade out) that randomly played during a burst of  downpour.&lt;br /&gt;condensed milk screwed me up good. i was sick. i fell down some stairs. i tried to laugh this off. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still feeling the effects. i cant' wait til this passes.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow shall be a convergences of past and future. I'm not entirely sure how this will go. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; probably need a shot of tequila to get myself through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; like to go live in the woods for some time. maybe that's what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; do if my current situation requires a great deal of change. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; find a cabin. and read all day. i better start saving my monies.&lt;br /&gt;i was walking down the stairs at my apartment last night. it smelled like child hood memories. which caught me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;off guard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;this morning i woke up longing for the past, for a time when things seemed so hard, but upon reflection were much more inviting than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please forgive these thoughts of the past&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-62908627620866959?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/62908627620866959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=62908627620866959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/62908627620866959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/62908627620866959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/06/enviable-view-point.html' title='an enviable view point'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-1608733577972044382</id><published>2008-06-02T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:25:23.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there aint no cure for the summertime blues</title><content type='html'>it was next to impossible to wake up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;my dreams were scary and yet i couldn't bring myself to wake up and leave them.&lt;br /&gt;i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeping my fingers crossed for good things this after noon. one of two. i'll either want to celebrate or cry. don't know how much more waiting i can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck kiddo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-1608733577972044382?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/1608733577972044382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=1608733577972044382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1608733577972044382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1608733577972044382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-aint-no-cure-for-summertime-blues.html' title='there aint no cure for the summertime blues'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-561067790745786633</id><published>2008-05-30T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T19:02:16.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been so philosophical today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-561067790745786633?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/561067790745786633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=561067790745786633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/561067790745786633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/561067790745786633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-been-so-philosophical-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-6745697572365511939</id><published>2008-05-30T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:17:02.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is today</title><content type='html'>how come the kids that sleep with their eyes open are already kind a creepy and weird? As if their general creepiness isn't enough, they have to sleep with their eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-6745697572365511939?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/6745697572365511939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=6745697572365511939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/6745697572365511939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/6745697572365511939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-today.html' title='what is today'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-2494770387181565639</id><published>2008-05-27T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:11:22.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camping is never as much fun with out you.</title><content type='html'>pictures of sasquatch .. some anyways.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwyY3uZwKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PlEij-w-fBw/s1600-h/IMG_2803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205090672190275746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwyY3uZwKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PlEij-w-fBw/s320/IMG_2803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwyZHuZwLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tc8P3RmZSUY/s1600-h/IMG_2814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205090676485243058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwyZHuZwLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tc8P3RmZSUY/s320/IMG_2814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwyZHuZwMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xg82eIJSGoE/s1600-h/IMG_2809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205090676485243074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwyZHuZwMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xg82eIJSGoE/s320/IMG_2809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwyZXuZwNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5EuamYvRM3A/s1600-h/IMG_2812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205090680780210386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwyZXuZwNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5EuamYvRM3A/s320/IMG_2812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwx-nuZwFI/AAAAAAAAADs/Exd--MxrFLM/s1600-h/IMG_2774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205090221218709586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwx-nuZwFI/AAAAAAAAADs/Exd--MxrFLM/s320/IMG_2774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwx-3uZwGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fPIY0qg260M/s1600-h/IMG_2777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205090225513676898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwx-3uZwGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fPIY0qg260M/s320/IMG_2777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwx-3uZwHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TrmeZfp_bnE/s1600-h/IMG_2788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205090225513676914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwx-3uZwHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TrmeZfp_bnE/s320/IMG_2788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwx_HuZwII/AAAAAAAAAEE/qe8g7wkmGQI/s1600-h/IMG_2791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205090229808644226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwx_HuZwII/AAAAAAAAAEE/qe8g7wkmGQI/s320/IMG_2791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwx_XuZwJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HR70cSGhcH4/s1600-h/IMG_2799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205090234103611538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwx_XuZwJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HR70cSGhcH4/s320/IMG_2799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-2494770387181565639?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/2494770387181565639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=2494770387181565639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2494770387181565639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2494770387181565639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/05/camping-is-never-as-much-fun-with-out.html' title='camping is never as much fun with out you.'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SDwyY3uZwKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PlEij-w-fBw/s72-c/IMG_2803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13266718.post-4862344140851626036</id><published>2008-05-22T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T08:24:02.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm losing touch with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flashlights&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;batteries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-4862344140851626036?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/4862344140851626036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=4862344140851626036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/4862344140851626036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/4862344140851626036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-losing-touch-with-reality.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-616131166338559326</id><published>2008-05-15T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:28:52.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think my biggest cause of stress right now is lack of communication. it's not that i like to be in control, though i think that's probably how it comes off. It's the opposite in fact. quite different. I'd prefer to not be the decision maker, that job is better suited for someone with stronger opinions. i'll give my input but i could usually careless about the outcome. passive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my point is that i'd just really appreciate it if instead of assuming i'm a mind reader people could just keep me informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, at the begining of every month i go through our outstanding invoices and call people to collect on them. This month my boss neglected to inform me that he is giving certain customers a break on paying there bills cause fishing has been crap this year. So i call them, politely remind them they still owe us money and they inform me that "Shawn said they didn't have to pay til july"blah blah. Don't worry i told him how annoying that was, and how much i'd appreciate it if he kept me filled in on that kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just now i called a customer cause there was an invoice sitting on my desk for something we need to ship and it's got stuff written all over it. So i call them, tell them we need to get payment before we ship and they lady is like "oh i just talked to shawn about that, he said we dont' need to worry about it til next week" GAH!!!! i am so tired of apologizing for this kind of stuff. it's so retarded. JUST TELL ME! that's all i ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-616131166338559326?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/616131166338559326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=616131166338559326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/616131166338559326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/616131166338559326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-think-my-biggest-cause-of-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-2583912883561421263</id><published>2008-05-09T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T15:43:31.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm the same straight faced fat kid</title><content type='html'>i'm tired of dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of my dreams keeping me up at night.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of my dreams distracting me during the day.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of dreaming things so horrible i wake up crying.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of dreaming that good things go horribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of dreaming everything is dark.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of dreaming about death.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting just very tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-2583912883561421263?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/2583912883561421263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=2583912883561421263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2583912883561421263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2583912883561421263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-same-straight-faced-fat-kid.html' title='i&apos;m the same straight faced fat kid'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-2977476166912974795</id><published>2008-04-25T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:28:39.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A joy that i can't have</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SBIGP30M9oI/AAAAAAAAADE/WjqddRIWquY/s1600-h/UNBELIEV11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193220190062311042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SBIGP30M9oI/AAAAAAAAADE/WjqddRIWquY/s320/UNBELIEV11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SBIGQX0M9pI/AAAAAAAAADM/61GC26_scMc/s1600-h/file00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193220198652245650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SBIGQX0M9pI/AAAAAAAAADM/61GC26_scMc/s320/file00022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SBIGQn0M9qI/AAAAAAAAADU/IjfmaWy2dko/s1600-h/file00133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193220202947212962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SBIGQn0M9qI/AAAAAAAAADU/IjfmaWy2dko/s320/file00133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SBIGQ30M9rI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZWIgpmH8HHs/s1600-h/file00244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193220207242180274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SBIGQ30M9rI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZWIgpmH8HHs/s320/file00244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SBIGR30M9sI/AAAAAAAAADk/ATFZBhoyJXA/s1600-h/file00688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193220224422049474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SBIGR30M9sI/AAAAAAAAADk/ATFZBhoyJXA/s320/file00688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't get over how amazing this all is. i want a friend shark!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-2977476166912974795?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/2977476166912974795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=2977476166912974795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2977476166912974795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2977476166912974795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/04/joy-that-i-cant-have.html' title='A joy that i can&apos;t have'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/SBIGP30M9oI/AAAAAAAAADE/WjqddRIWquY/s72-c/UNBELIEV11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13266718.post-935156423416944565</id><published>2008-04-16T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:54:42.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I aint feelin tired no no no no</title><content type='html'>Funny how our words and actions can effect each other and we're so unaware of the pain we cause those closest to us. but we're all forgiven now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dooo dooo dooo doo a whoo hooo whooo ahh hhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grateful for friends who have made life much less complicated and straightened out an extremely awkward situation and put things back like nothing ever happened. and we could laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things keep ending up sideways today. crooked and broken. i feel like i could lose everything or nothing at all. time to power down and recharge batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not ready for summer. winter isn't over yet. there still too much to do before the sun comes. too much sleep to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainy windy beach feels so right. like i can breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-935156423416944565?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/935156423416944565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=935156423416944565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/935156423416944565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/935156423416944565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-aint-feelin-tired-no-no-no-no.html' title='I aint feelin tired no no no no'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-7883187435766104457</id><published>2008-04-10T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:18:58.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my god i'm a tomato</title><content type='html'>last night i cut my ankle while shaving my legs. i haven't bled that much since i sliced the side of my leg on some broken glass. dang. it's probably still bleeding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-7883187435766104457?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/7883187435766104457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=7883187435766104457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7883187435766104457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7883187435766104457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-god-im-tomato.html' title='my god i&apos;m a tomato'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-4734253778522509813</id><published>2008-04-01T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:14:54.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spinning thoughts in my head</title><content type='html'>-jollification&lt;br /&gt;-xenophobia&lt;br /&gt;-sister&lt;br /&gt;-driving&lt;br /&gt;-pay check&lt;br /&gt;-lunch&lt;br /&gt;-time zones&lt;br /&gt;-work&lt;br /&gt;-spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;-revelation&lt;br /&gt;-brother&lt;br /&gt;-danny kaye&lt;br /&gt;-isaac brock&lt;br /&gt;-post office&lt;br /&gt;-business meetings next week&lt;br /&gt;-skateboarding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so much more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-4734253778522509813?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/4734253778522509813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=4734253778522509813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/4734253778522509813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/4734253778522509813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/04/spinning-thoughts-in-my-head.html' title='spinning thoughts in my head'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-472549971643436024</id><published>2008-03-25T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:57:03.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take me somewhere that i don't know</title><content type='html'>i will not be stranded here this time. i've found escape and it's a state of mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-472549971643436024?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/472549971643436024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=472549971643436024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/472549971643436024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/472549971643436024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/03/take-me-somewhere-that-i-dont-know.html' title='take me somewhere that i don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-8843149034069744512</id><published>2008-03-18T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:54:24.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my MPD</title><content type='html'>Lately i've been thinking about Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD) and wondering if that might explain some things. i mean, the idea that i could potentially be acting a certain way and not remembering it is totally feesible. The relationship i have with my cats is borderline MPD as it is. and i recall a time when my sister and i weren't totally sure we weren't the same person. Like maybe her moving to hawaii is actually just the fading out of my KT personality and now she's coming back for a visit. which is very exciting. and perhaps some new personalities have come into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think that maybe everything that goes on in the world is just a product of my MPD and i'm not really me, but i'm everyone. And you're everyone, so we're the same person, but you're just another wrinkle in my brain. catch my drift?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-8843149034069744512?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/8843149034069744512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=8843149034069744512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8843149034069744512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8843149034069744512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-mpd.html' title='my MPD'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-1606774815857802676</id><published>2008-03-18T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:27:43.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm lost</title><content type='html'>i feel like any part of me that was every even remotely creative has been destroyed by inhibitions, worry and inability to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i like to think that at one point in time i was creative even if just a little. but now i question whether or not i actually was or it was just a trick.&lt;br /&gt;Now it feels like it's much easier to be unimpressive.&lt;br /&gt;i envy your artistic abilities, i always have.&lt;br /&gt;this feeling makes me want to quit my job and move back in with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of being an adult. time to be a kid again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-1606774815857802676?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/1606774815857802676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=1606774815857802676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1606774815857802676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1606774815857802676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-lost.html' title='i&apos;m lost'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-2533326881645047931</id><published>2008-03-13T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:40:33.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got to drop my boy off at school yesterday. i felt like a part time mom. hah. it was nice. good to see you're still alive and well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-2533326881645047931?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/2533326881645047931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=2533326881645047931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2533326881645047931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2533326881645047931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-to-drop-my-boy-off-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-948106107368641264</id><published>2008-03-10T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:06:42.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend: and Overview</title><content type='html'>Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talent show. Superb! i think we got the best audience reaction of any skit saturday night. As soon as people realized what was going on (when fozzie and kermit appeared) they flipped out and were screaming and cheering us on. and afterwards all the little kids ran over to us and were climbing all over us and asking to play with the puppets. it was pretty satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;After breaking my phone and getting a new one then running into daniel and devon totally randomly and then starting the creep justin out plan. we went to the vandals show. ohmygosh so good. i think i needed a good fun punk show really bad. i remember now why i stopped getting to into crowds and mosh pits (i'm a big bruise today) and i also now know why punk girls have shaved heads/short hair. i don't think i've ever lost that much hair in such a short time. but the crowd was awesome. not by any means bothersome or annoying, kind of an older crowd, which makes sense cause the vandals are getting old. it was almost like all these old punk guys brought their 12-16 year old really awesome kids. it was also the cleanest crowd i've ever been in. usually when you're in a crowd covered in other people's sweat it smells awful like death b.o. and the stinkiest farts. but it smelled like shampoo and flowers and perfume. even the big fat guys smelled kinda nice. that was a shocker. and even when you did get knocked over or loose your glasses some big 40 year old guy immediately dove down to pick you up and make sure you're okay or help you find your glasses. and besides all that the vandals just put on an awesome show. they were hilariuos and just all around really amazing. i'm glad i went. so thanks to mike for inviting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-948106107368641264?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/948106107368641264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=948106107368641264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/948106107368641264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/948106107368641264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-weekend-and-overview.html' title='This weekend: and Overview'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-170173202280036475</id><published>2008-03-07T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:02:23.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"you said i'd wake up and get drunk alone in the park. i called you a liar"</title><content type='html'>all day today i've felt like screaming. not at anyone or thing. just screaming. i need you to give me a hug. that's all i can ask.&lt;br /&gt;i bought my sister a plane ticket to home.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow all of our hard work will be put to use. this is only a prelude of things to come. just wait you'll fall in love with our art. there are very few artists out there like us. the best are dead. does that mean we'll die young?&lt;br /&gt;i'm nervous or anxious(for a completely unrelated reason i think.) i know what will make that go away even though i don't know why i am nervous. and more sad i can't make it go away not today or tomorrow. maybe the next day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-170173202280036475?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/170173202280036475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=170173202280036475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/170173202280036475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/170173202280036475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-said-id-wake-up-and-get-drunk-alone.html' title='&quot;you said i&apos;d wake up and get drunk alone in the park. i called you a liar&quot;'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-4457122278788275190</id><published>2008-02-26T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:06:25.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is your porpoise in life?</title><content type='html'>i was cleaning out boxes of stuff in my closet last night. i found many treasures. (mixed tapes, doodles from conventions past, photos of forever ago, old year books)&lt;br /&gt;tonight i will move furniture and go through more stuff. i have a whole heaping pile of stuff to go to the thirft store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also our tv died of what seems like natural causes on sunday. it wasn't old age, cause it wasn't that old. but regardless we're in the market for a new tv now... if i had a 40oz. i'd pour a little out for the tv. but i'm at work and don't. maybe i'll pour out some of my water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-4457122278788275190?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/4457122278788275190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=4457122278788275190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/4457122278788275190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/4457122278788275190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-is-your-porpoise-in-life.html' title='what is your porpoise in life?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-7321051499921843888</id><published>2008-02-22T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:26:30.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is comparitively better than the last. i woke up late, this is usually not a good start. housesitting has taken a toll on my sanity. but its nice out and its friday.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday when my hair band broke i compared it to my life. a useless piece of rubber covered in cloth. broken and no longer serves its original purpose. but i tied it back together and it works just the same. that's how today is. not perfect but back to status quo with a few new knots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-7321051499921843888?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/7321051499921843888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=7321051499921843888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7321051499921843888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7321051499921843888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-comparitively-better-than-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-7093308388373721268</id><published>2008-02-20T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:36:57.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somebody tried to sell me fine art at a wholesale price today. I told him no i'm not interested. and he said "well do you know anyone who likes music?" i mumbled something a long the lines of "uhhhh....." and he pulls out this "Matted and Framed!" picture of a guy playing a piano... how ridiculous is that? what a scam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that i'm depressed because while i could be doing fun things on the weekends i'm sleeping instead. that depresses me. which makes me sleep more... i need someone to go to the park with on saturday and sunday afternoons. anyone? anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-7093308388373721268?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/7093308388373721268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=7093308388373721268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7093308388373721268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7093308388373721268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/02/somebody-tried-to-sell-me-fine-art-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-7218855913067069371</id><published>2008-02-18T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:08:03.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes.</title><content type='html'>Does confusion have anything to do with Confucius?&lt;br /&gt;Confucius was a Chinese thinker and social philosopher. His philosophy emphasized personal and governmental morality, correctness of social relationships, justice and sincerity. Confucius' thoughts have been developed into a system of philosophy known as Confucianism.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just confusionism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m missing certain parts of my world, maybe not the ones you'd expect. You should know who you are. And I’d like to see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat slept with me last night. It made me sleep easier. No nightmares. Though also, the Nyquil slept with me too.. Which means, no coughing and easier sleep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an idea for a production... anyone got one?&lt;br /&gt;My appendages won’t stay warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-7218855913067069371?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/7218855913067069371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=7218855913067069371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7218855913067069371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7218855913067069371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/02/be-not-ashamed-of-mistakes-and-thus.html' title='Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes.'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-2490137579625941469</id><published>2008-02-07T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:36:14.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there'll be no more dinner bells left for you to ring</title><content type='html'>today i'm my own boss. i was left alone. and i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;when did i become this person? i'm in pain all day.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm smiling. Nothing is changing how i feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;i need to be squeezed. i'll never admit that.&lt;br /&gt;Today is my day. Thursday is now declared Natalieday. unofficially.&lt;br /&gt;home seems closer today than most other days.&lt;br /&gt;monday i could've died. tuesday i felt like hell. wednesday i ate a steak with my closest. thursday i'm my own boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the summer. Hopefully summer will be filled with these days, days where i can be smiling and free. Anyone want to join my Natalieday revolution?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-2490137579625941469?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/2490137579625941469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=2490137579625941469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2490137579625941469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/2490137579625941469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/02/therell-be-no-more-dinner-bells-left.html' title='there&apos;ll be no more dinner bells left for you to ring'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-7260936794903184699</id><published>2008-01-25T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:15:27.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i decided, well since i don't have a whole lot to do at work, that today will be my day dream day... unfortunately i keep getting interrupted by phone calls and bills and customers... i simply can't day dream when there are people around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-7260936794903184699?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/7260936794903184699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=7260936794903184699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7260936794903184699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7260936794903184699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-decided-well-since-i-dont-have-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-808504722243848208</id><published>2008-01-21T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:43:07.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>going crazy</title><content type='html'>so since i've been feeling so insane and like i might kill someone lately....&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened on friday night.&lt;br /&gt;Randee and i leave taco bell to head down to monster trucks at the T-Dome. and i'm waiting behind this van at the light to turn left on to 15th ave. and the van starts backing up. and since i'm in gear and can't get into reverese quick enough i just lay on the horn hoping that the driver will stop. but he doesn't stop. and after he makes contact with my front bumper he still doesn't stop backing up.&lt;br /&gt;So i set my burrito down and get out of my truck and walk up to his door, and he has no intention of getting out until i do this. and i snap and start yelling at him "WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!!!" etc. and and just stumbles out of his van drunk as can be cigarette hanging out of his mouth and says:&lt;br /&gt;"oh i didn't see you there.... i was trying to make the light go"&lt;br /&gt;and i reply " AGHHG!!! you don't have insurance do you?"&lt;br /&gt;he says "no. it didn't do any damage anyways did it?"&lt;br /&gt;i just yelled at him to "get out of here"&lt;br /&gt;All the while randee's sitting in the truck eating her tacos thinking to herself "taco, or help natalie fight with this guy, taco or fight, taco or fight"&lt;br /&gt;Stupid jerk. i should've punched him the the face&lt;br /&gt;anyways monster trucks was just a great way to forget about my bent license plate, but i could totally sympathize with the demolition derby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-808504722243848208?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/808504722243848208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=808504722243848208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/808504722243848208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/808504722243848208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/01/going-crazy.html' title='going crazy'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-6438502955915000304</id><published>2008-01-18T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:36:57.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there is history here</title><content type='html'>today is hard.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be harder.&lt;br /&gt;we're acting like fools in this cold place.&lt;br /&gt;try to fix it before the memories fade.&lt;br /&gt;then the next day begins new.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being here.&lt;br /&gt;can we make it better before it's too late?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-6438502955915000304?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/6438502955915000304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=6438502955915000304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/6438502955915000304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/6438502955915000304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-is-history-here.html' title='there is history here'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-7659811298453294937</id><published>2008-01-16T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T14:31:13.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/R46Fk7IEOiI/AAAAAAAAACs/7MHoaNsUxKI/s1600-h/HerbertLom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156205492779104802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/R46Fk7IEOiI/AAAAAAAAACs/7MHoaNsUxKI/s320/HerbertLom1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you will. i think i'm going crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like former chief inspector charles dreyfus... catch my drift? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-7659811298453294937?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/7659811298453294937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=7659811298453294937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7659811298453294937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7659811298453294937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/01/picture-this.html' title='Picture this'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/R46Fk7IEOiI/AAAAAAAAACs/7MHoaNsUxKI/s72-c/HerbertLom1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13266718.post-3846130552400638672</id><published>2008-01-11T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:21:49.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a conversation over the phone</title><content type='html'>Me: Oh man! the cheese out and ready to be cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: oh... heh... i thought you already cut the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: not me, but somebody sure has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was in reference to the fact that randee left the cheese out on the counter last night so i could cut it up for cheese and crackers... i love my family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-3846130552400638672?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/3846130552400638672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=3846130552400638672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3846130552400638672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3846130552400638672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/01/conversation-over-phone.html' title='a conversation over the phone'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-5865019529649244596</id><published>2008-01-03T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T14:18:33.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>running away</title><content type='html'>when i see business people running down the street i like to imagine that their running away from their office to be free from work. even though they are running to the bus so they can get to work on time... i still like to think that they're finally escaping the great monster called work. i envy them. someday i too will be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of work.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to wish that i could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anonymously&lt;/span&gt; hold a "personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hygiene&lt;/span&gt;" class every few months. My coworkers stink so bad.. And while i too smell sometimes, at least i don't make an entire warehouse smell like i pooped in my pants and then set them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of the heater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-5865019529649244596?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/5865019529649244596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=5865019529649244596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/5865019529649244596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/5865019529649244596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2008/01/running-away.html' title='running away'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-5998154009637590947</id><published>2007-12-23T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T19:30:51.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes lately i'm feeling lost.&lt;br /&gt;yet i'm sitting in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;or i lost something.&lt;br /&gt;missed an oportunity.&lt;br /&gt;disappeared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-5998154009637590947?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/5998154009637590947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=5998154009637590947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/5998154009637590947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/5998154009637590947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes-lately-im-feeling-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-4696748679099312267</id><published>2007-12-05T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T08:38:59.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catnipmellow</title><content type='html'>Last night me and Randee came up with the hottest new kitty treat/toy. It's called a catnipmellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what this is, is a marshmellow that we found on the coffee table in our living room stuffed with catnip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubble loved it. she carried it around with her all night, chewing on it, throwing it, and just sitting with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newton on the other hand couldn't quite figure out what was so great about it but was definitely jealous of the fun hubble was having. but he just didn't get why the cat nip wasn't outside of the marshmellow. so we poured some on the floor for him which he guarded with his life almost all night, until he forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate our market research says these catnipmellows will be a huge hit, because all the kitties that get the idea of it have to have one and the ones that don't get the idea still have to have one just so they look cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-4696748679099312267?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/4696748679099312267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=4696748679099312267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/4696748679099312267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/4696748679099312267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/12/catnipmellow.html' title='Catnipmellow'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-8730651153905215873</id><published>2007-11-28T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:14:17.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had an interesting memory today while i was dropping my over salted french fries into my frosty. I owe this wonderful phenomenon to my older and occasionally wiser sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how i came up with that name for her, the older and occasionally wiser sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while she really knew what to do with something. for example, dunking fries in a frosty. I seem to remember picking the tomatoes off of my burger when she said something like "if you ever run out of ketchup and you need something delicious to dip your fries in, try your frosty. it's great"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but knowing my sister she probably didn't figure this out by accident, like most foods we ate as a child they were experimental and out of necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance the cheese and Cinnamon quesadilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the popcorn with whipped cream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the pizza or burger in a cup. Let me just point out that this was not our idea originally and was also a very bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had such foods as cherry coke meatloaf, the butter(with or with out Cinnamon and sugar) quesadilla and so many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually our kitchen was more like a laboratory where we were constantly concocting new recipes for traditional foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i ask you this how could anyone not call us scientists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would also like to point out that the first suggestion for spellcheck on quesadilla is "queasily"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-8730651153905215873?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/8730651153905215873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=8730651153905215873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8730651153905215873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/8730651153905215873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-interesting-memory-today-while-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-1323142563552820683</id><published>2007-11-14T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T15:07:49.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hermit Crab? or Garden Variety Snail?</title><content type='html'>so our new hire at work is homeless... i deduced this at first by the fact that he carried all of his worldly belongings in a giant army surplus duffle bag on his bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he resembled a hermit crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night we were watching "Drop Dead Gorgeous" and i think that Kirsten Dunst's character Amber Atkins put it best when she said " Oh no... I never eat shellfish. Mom once told me never to eat anything that carries its house around with him...you never know the last time its been clean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i asked my boss and sure enough he is homeless and he is dirty and he does carry his house around with him on his back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-1323142563552820683?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/1323142563552820683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=1323142563552820683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1323142563552820683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1323142563552820683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/11/hermit-crab-or-garden-variety-snail.html' title='Hermit Crab? or Garden Variety Snail?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-3303741965170906779</id><published>2007-11-12T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T16:01:28.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a weak spot</title><content type='html'>There is a dent in the part of my skull where my hair line meets with the skin of my forehead. The dent is vertical and goes all the way down my forehead to my brow line. i wonder where it came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like a long time ago i hid under a bed. someone jumped on the bed while i was under it and the bed when through the floor but i didn't. The result was that my forehead was mildly crushed. It left a gash and a bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, he knew i was there. And yes it was intentional. The bed going through the floor however was an accident. so i can't be mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, the gash i got in my forehead from that was lower than the one that meets my hairline and it was also a horizontal dent, not a vertical one. So they would have made a cross in my forehead, except that the gash isn't there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this a normal place for dents? Do you think this is a seam in my skull. From when i was an embryo forming into a human being and my skull fused together at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-3303741965170906779?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/3303741965170906779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=3303741965170906779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3303741965170906779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3303741965170906779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/11/weak-spot.html' title='a weak spot'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-4884512033216726865</id><published>2007-11-05T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T08:56:36.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>loss in the family</title><content type='html'>i lost something very dear to me last night. it was a raptor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is any of various mostly small, slender, carnivorous dinosaurs of the Cretaceous Period. And in this case very small and very plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad things is i saw it leave my hands. Knowing it couldn't part with it and it still left me. Like a child leaving home for the first time.  And to a guy who had an unhealthy love for star wars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what empty nest syndrome is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-4884512033216726865?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/4884512033216726865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=4884512033216726865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/4884512033216726865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/4884512033216726865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/11/loss-in-family.html' title='loss in the family'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-304459711657683628</id><published>2007-11-02T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:19:08.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie the Mad Russian Paquet</title><content type='html'>Step right up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get your mafia names here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one per customer please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pages.prodigy.net/mlemus/mobnamegenerator.htm"&gt;http://pages.prodigy.net/mlemus/mobnamegenerator.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pages.prodigy.net/mlemus/mobnamegenerator.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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Russian Paquet'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-6864166455899144339</id><published>2007-10-30T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T16:40:34.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good news for people who are happy they aren't dying</title><content type='html'>so here it is folks.&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT HAVE STREP THROAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately there are two other reasons for my unbareable sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) the common cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) MONO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh... anyways the good thing is that they gave me vicodin for the pain. awesome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor said that if i'm still sick by the weekend then i should get a blood test and find out if i have mono... we'll have to wait and see i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-6864166455899144339?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/6864166455899144339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=6864166455899144339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/6864166455899144339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/6864166455899144339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-news-for-people-who-are-happy-they.html' title='good news for people who are happy they aren&apos;t dying'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-6201149555057847829</id><published>2007-10-29T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:13:08.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is marlborough anniversary day... that means that today is the anniversary of the province in new zealand called marlborough. has nothing to do with the marlboro cigarette company. so strange. why does my calendar tell me things like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-6201149555057847829?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/6201149555057847829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=6201149555057847829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/6201149555057847829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/6201149555057847829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-is-marlborough-anniversary-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-3514730340387239807</id><published>2007-10-23T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:21:38.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crispy elephants</title><content type='html'>Apparently there is a reason why people see little pink elephants when they're drunk. i believe it stems from the elephants natural inclination towards alcohol.. No seriously. Any idea what a drunk elephant might do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this link http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21432722/?GT1=10450&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the begining of he movie "cool hand luke" where Luke (paul newman's character) is cutting the heads off of parking meters. Well mulitply that to elephant size... and here's what you get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunken elephants pulling unility poles out and carrying them around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder what these guys were thinking when they pulled the utility poles out of the ground... probably something like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephant 1: "hey man.. DUDE!! BRO! let's steal these people's cable and watch wrestling all night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E2: "I Dunno man... how do you think *hicup*we might do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E1: DUDE! DUH the UTILITY POLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E2: WHOA!!!! Man you just blew my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E3: WHOOOO! Guys! LETS GO STREAKING!!!&lt;br /&gt;and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can you imagine just how much beer an elephant has to drink to get drunk enough to uproot an active utility pole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson here is kids: When you're drunk, don't play with electrical poles....&lt;br /&gt;or Don't feed your elephant beer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-3514730340387239807?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21432722/?GT1=10450' title='crispy elephants'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/3514730340387239807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=3514730340387239807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3514730340387239807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3514730340387239807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/10/crispy-elephants.html' title='crispy elephants'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-9120345281357829042</id><published>2007-10-18T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:42:41.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the fat man walks alone</title><content type='html'>no really he does... down 15th ave heading south into the wind. He had this look on his face like dogs get when they stick their heads out the car window. He looked like he was almost proud that he was holding the street down in this violent wind storm. And at the same time getting the desparately needed air conditioning of a 30mph wind that you just don't get in an office packed with cubicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trees today looked depressed and poor. this fall 2007 wind storm ripping off the last of their summer clothes, leaving them naked for the winter. 'it's too soon' they whisper as they grasp for their oranges, yellows and the occasional greens. Perhaps we'll knit them some scarves to keep them warm this winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the power was out in my neighborhood. it's actually a comforting feeling to sit and read by the afternoon light. And at the same time when the power comes back on there is nothing like the humming sound of electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never know how much you love something until its gone and comes back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a true fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-9120345281357829042?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/9120345281357829042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=9120345281357829042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/9120345281357829042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/9120345281357829042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/10/fat-man-walks-alone.html' title='the fat man walks alone'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-7775574295524229577</id><published>2007-10-10T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:05:04.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight at eight it's man vs/ godzilla</title><content type='html'>Home home on the range....&lt;br /&gt;i'm home. i'm tired. and a little sunburnt.&lt;br /&gt;but. i can't complain because it feels good to see the kitties and the house and to be productive.&lt;br /&gt;hubble has a new thing where she tries to attack her reflection in the sliding glass door. what a newb....&lt;br /&gt;anyways here are some pictures of.... uh. oh yeah. the last week. (for more photos click the link above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw12MylhlvI/AAAAAAAAACE/wiyOsqEjvYs/s1600-h/IMG_2415.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119878313499793138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw12MylhlvI/AAAAAAAAACE/wiyOsqEjvYs/s320/IMG_2415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw12NClhlwI/AAAAAAAAACM/fY78sDPUYOA/s1600-h/IMG_2416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119878317794760450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw12NClhlwI/AAAAAAAAACM/fY78sDPUYOA/s320/IMG_2416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw12NClhlxI/AAAAAAAAACU/59Qo_TespCQ/s1600-h/IMG_2419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119878317794760466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw12NClhlxI/AAAAAAAAACU/59Qo_TespCQ/s320/IMG_2419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw12NSlhlyI/AAAAAAAAACc/xIbkCWfrkNw/s1600-h/IMG_2434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119878322089727778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw12NSlhlyI/AAAAAAAAACc/xIbkCWfrkNw/s320/IMG_2434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw12NilhlzI/AAAAAAAAACk/RV5WwJPQC_M/s1600-h/IMG_2424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119878326384695090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw12NilhlzI/AAAAAAAAACk/RV5WwJPQC_M/s320/IMG_2424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw112SlhlqI/AAAAAAAAABc/V3lZICb-bEE/s1600-h/IMG_2379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119877926952736418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw112SlhlqI/AAAAAAAAABc/V3lZICb-bEE/s320/IMG_2379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw112ilhlrI/AAAAAAAAABk/UNQq4dUI1f8/s1600-h/IMG_2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119877931247703730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw112ilhlrI/AAAAAAAAABk/UNQq4dUI1f8/s320/IMG_2389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw112ylhlsI/AAAAAAAAABs/T5d2rD_cAi4/s1600-h/IMG_2395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119877935542671042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw112ylhlsI/AAAAAAAAABs/T5d2rD_cAi4/s320/IMG_2395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw112ylhltI/AAAAAAAAAB0/egDkN-TqTp8/s1600-h/IMG_2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119877935542671058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw112ylhltI/AAAAAAAAAB0/egDkN-TqTp8/s320/IMG_2396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw113ClhluI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WNLJW35WA9M/s1600-h/IMG_2412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119877939837638370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw113ClhluI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WNLJW35WA9M/s320/IMG_2412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-7775574295524229577?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://fastlebendig.buzznet.com/user/' title='tonight at eight it&apos;s man vs/ godzilla'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/7775574295524229577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=7775574295524229577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7775574295524229577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7775574295524229577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/10/tonight-at-eight-its-man-vs-godzilla.html' title='tonight at eight it&apos;s man vs/ godzilla'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/Rw12MylhlvI/AAAAAAAAACE/wiyOsqEjvYs/s72-c/IMG_2415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13266718.post-7822221228311750425</id><published>2007-10-08T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:09:46.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/RwsbKylhlpI/AAAAAAAAABU/2UYlXls6jIs/s1600-h/1008071620-786953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/RwsbKylhlpI/AAAAAAAAABU/2UYlXls6jIs/s320/1008071620-786953.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119215273628505746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last day here. Now i&amp;#39;m stuck on the plane in kona waiting to get home. See you in 7 hours seattle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-7822221228311750425?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/7822221228311750425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=7822221228311750425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7822221228311750425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/7822221228311750425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-day-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/RwsbKylhlpI/AAAAAAAAABU/2UYlXls6jIs/s72-c/1008071620-786953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13266718.post-1477490665949920332</id><published>2007-10-04T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T00:14:40.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/RwSS4ClhloI/AAAAAAAAABM/-ctXV_1N7Fs/s1600-h/1003072047-780587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/RwSS4ClhloI/AAAAAAAAABM/-ctXV_1N7Fs/s320/1003072047-780587.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117376568064317058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After the plane ride from hell, in other words, we were delayed for hours. Ugh. Hawaii doesn&amp;#39;t look much different than anywhere else at night. We&amp;#39;ll see how it looks in the morning when I&amp;#39;ve had something to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-1477490665949920332?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/1477490665949920332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=1477490665949920332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1477490665949920332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1477490665949920332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-plane-ride-from-hell-in-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/RwSS4ClhloI/AAAAAAAAABM/-ctXV_1N7Fs/s72-c/1003072047-780587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13266718.post-3936220790449477166</id><published>2007-10-02T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:11:36.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this isn't a letter at all.</title><content type='html'>tomorrow we take off. it's going to be sad. and fun. and then sad again. i'm looking forward to sleeping in a bit tomorrow. i'll try to keep telephone style pictures posted up all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i ever so glad for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also for the very important people (you know who you all are) who i got to spend this weekend with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;natalie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-3936220790449477166?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/3936220790449477166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=3936220790449477166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3936220790449477166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3936220790449477166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-isnt-letter-at-all.html' title='this isn&apos;t a letter at all.'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-1869434813481386853</id><published>2007-09-27T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T14:03:42.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/RvwarilhlnI/AAAAAAAAABE/eytnh0s35As/s1600-h/lunch+time-722192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/RvwarilhlnI/AAAAAAAAABE/eytnh0s35As/s320/lunch+time-722192.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114992612106933874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I wish i was at home with the kitties right now. Three days til the big day. Five until the vacation starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-1869434813481386853?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/1869434813481386853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=1869434813481386853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1869434813481386853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/1869434813481386853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wish-i-was-at-home-with-kitties-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOmIdto6G8k/RvwarilhlnI/AAAAAAAAABE/eytnh0s35As/s72-c/lunch+time-722192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13266718.post-3392871348689993337</id><published>2007-09-24T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T08:56:01.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while</title><content type='html'>this morning when i woke up two wonderful things happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my cat was sleeping with me.&lt;br /&gt;2. the heater turned itself on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is here and things are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 6 days i turn 21.&lt;br /&gt;in 9 days i go on vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-3392871348689993337?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/3392871348689993337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=3392871348689993337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3392871348689993337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/3392871348689993337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-while.html' title='it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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-13266718.post-6609949416667623463</id><published>2007-09-18T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:35:44.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meh...</title><content type='html'>this week is the work week from hell.. nothing to do. owner here all day every day.... ugh. don't get me wrong i like my boss enough, but he's just a super stressful human being. and since him and his wife are here so s hyper active 1.5 year old granson. which actually is kind of a blessing since he can keep me occupied while i have nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the Puyallup fair. Happy is good. Do the Puyallup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13266718-6609949416667623463?l=npackage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/feeds/6609949416667623463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13266718&amp;postID=6609949416667623463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/6609949416667623463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13266718/posts/default/6609949416667623463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://npackage.blogspot.com/2007/09/meh.html' title='meh...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16235954588489396185</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></feed>
