<?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-21187301</id><updated>2011-08-21T08:22:58.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting In Line</title><subtitle type='html'>..because that's all we know how to do</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-6193936069999081817</id><published>2010-05-19T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:18:57.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempt # ...?</title><content type='html'>I recently decided (for the gazillionth time) that I would like to keep up my ancient blog! Though, I have decided I will not make any promises as each previous attempt was as big a failure as possible. On that note, who cares? I doubt anyone will even read this. Kind of satisfying, this blog which only I'll read. Ah well, maybe someday I will be cool. Hundreds of readers, thousands following my tweets. That day is far off I imagine as my tweets have so far reached a grand total of 19, followers 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested though, I am PRINCESSBOMBAY on twitter (that - along with this blog - needs a bit of a revamp I think - seriously - PrincessBombay?). My most recent tweet was about an article I read online about Justin Bieber and how he was added to the Stratford tourism website. It's all pretty lame, but not an ounce of surprise. What really ticked me off was when they called Mitchell a village. It is a town thank you very much, I would know, I grew up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean that I am one of the lucky few who got to experience Stratford on a daily basis and not end up being cocky? A young lady, who I am sure is the image of beauty and grace in Stratford, had the wonderful sense to say that yes, Bieber is a little bit cocky, but we are all a little cocky (we being people from Stratford). Seriously, are you a nincompoop? Who says that? Who wants that kind of attention and reputation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, missy, are the reason I do not admit where I come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, slight side track there. Essentially, I post to inform any potentional readers (so, myself!) that I am making another attempt into the world of the blog, and keep your eyes open for a new look. I think it's time for some spring cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting patiently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Here's the link to the article I tweeted (twitted? twatted?) about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com/entertainment/music/article/809366--justin-bieber-guide-added-to-hometown-of-stratford-s-tourism-website?bn=1"&gt;http://www.thestar.com/entertainment/music/article/809366--justin-bieber-guide-added-to-hometown-of-stratford-s-tourism-website?bn=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-6193936069999081817?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6193936069999081817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/attempt.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/6193936069999081817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/6193936069999081817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2010/05/attempt.html' title='Attempt # ...?'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-891222314413634021</id><published>2009-02-28T14:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:42:30.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow Overwhelming</title><content type='html'>This past week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... actually, the past two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait one more moment here, it's been pretty much since 2009 started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So... the past 20 years of my life if I'm going to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what I could possibly be talking about? The intensity that is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do too much really. I work, go to school, do school work, play and/or party and on a rare gem of a night, I sleep. Doesn't sound like you could fit much excitement into that huh? Well, I somehow manage it. &lt;strong&gt;Somehow &lt;/strong&gt;is the keyword. Meaning I don't know what it is that I do exactly, therefore, I do not have the power to stop "it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me clarify. I do like excitement and exciting things. Shiny things for example are GREAT! However, I feel I sometimes have a little to much excitement and not enough time to breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happens is just always so BIG. INTENSE. &lt;strong&gt;OVERWHELMING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the real issue here is that I am now officially living my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of crazy shit it that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting patiently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I bet this makes no sense to anyone reading this, if there is anyone for that matter. This is merely my first attempt to break into the blogging world once again and so.. for the lucky reader that you are, my next post will actually tell you about some of the crazy, intense, incredible, frightening and exhausting things that are my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-891222314413634021?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/891222314413634021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-past-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/891222314413634021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/891222314413634021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-past-week.html' title='Somehow Overwhelming'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-7857919218625294883</id><published>2009-02-25T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:56:36.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of merely reminiscing about my blog. It is going to being again. However I think we need a revamp. I don't like my historic ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the slim chance someone still reads this.. do we have any ideas for the renovation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-7857919218625294883?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7857919218625294883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/under-construction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/7857919218625294883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/7857919218625294883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-117105134004227200</id><published>2007-02-09T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T12:03:34.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterm Hell</title><content type='html'>This one will be short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a week since we last spoke..&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was supposed to be leaving for MTL (Montreal for the dense of you reading this) in an hour and was going to stay the whole weekend, but now cannot due to shitty reasons and thus, my weekend has been ruined.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been drinking at all lately.. it's been weeks really, so Monica and I decided, since I am being forced to stay in Ottawa tonight that we will pull out the liquor and get mangled. I like the idea personally. Then starting early tomorrow morning, it's back to the books for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I will be home in 7 days exactly. Probably sitting on the couch loving it. Mmm..delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For the PM's out there.. I heard about Shrew and it's going to be incredible, all I can do is think about how I will get to be there helping you guys out this time around! Woot woot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Skaters.&lt;br /&gt;Kiers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-117105134004227200?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/117105134004227200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/midterm-hell.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/117105134004227200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/117105134004227200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/midterm-hell.html' title='Midterm Hell'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-117044902955781484</id><published>2007-02-02T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T12:58:49.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legacy Lives On</title><content type='html'>Well.. starting a new entry.. I'm going to keep up my writing this time. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends Nora and M.Tod that helped me with my paper that was due today that had to be rewritten last night, thank you. It was handed in today with confidence by myself, though I didn't exactly do what either of you said.. it led me to where my flow all began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jen, thank you ever so much for commenting on my last post, made me happy to know people still took a glance at my page every now and then. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the paper I had due today was written about the last of Shakespeare's Procreation Sonnets, sonnet 17. It turned out well I think.. it ended up being all about the narrator's difficulty in doing the "young man" justice and his worry that the beauty he held would be lost forever if he did not bear a child. Not to bore anyone, but it worked out well. 1015 words.. a minumum of 1000, so I just made the cut. (I'll give an update when I get a mark on it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about alot of things when our latest production of Hamlet came to an end and one of the many things was Elsinore withdrawl, and it is hard to admit, that even now, literally MONTHS after our last performance, the withdrawl is still strong and painful. I think about it everyday, about how I may never get to experience something so incredible ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go.. this is making me a little bit to sad.&lt;br /&gt;I promise my next entry will carry a much happier note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps some updates on my classes and progress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always and Forever,&lt;br /&gt;The Queen proceeding Jen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kierstencrantz &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-117044902955781484?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/117044902955781484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/legacy-lives-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/117044902955781484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/117044902955781484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2007/02/legacy-lives-on.html' title='The Legacy Lives On'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-116007078996939652</id><published>2006-10-05T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T12:48:00.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Back!</title><content type='html'>So, three guesses where I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room? No way.&lt;br /&gt;The Library? Nu uh.&lt;br /&gt;In CLASS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...DING DING DING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually was just talking to M.tod and remembered that I still hosted a blog which I haven't posted on in monthes, literally. Truly sorry to any readers that frequented my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to come home in 15 days. I cannot wait. I have a doctors appointment on the 16th, so my prof is letting me write a midterm I had that day earlier which means I get to come home on the Thursday.. 2 days earlier then I thought I would be able to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incase people who read this can't do the math: I return Thursday, February 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, it really has been a while, I'm not even sure what to say because I would have to start from the beginning of my past 5 month experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's .. different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that I would be satisfied spending the rest of my life just with Playmakers.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever a teacher makes reference to Hamlet - especially in a bad light, I find myself arguing it. I still can't believe I missed my first play in almost a decade this past December - thought I also can't believe I get to finally help Susan with a production in May rather than be an annoyance to her.. it will be.. different, like everything else that's been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good though these days, it's been hard, but overall it's been pretty good. I like Ottawa, I wasn't sure I would before I came here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but in all likelyhood if you are reading this blog I know you and probably miss you a fair bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that back, a lot. Miss everyone a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was good! I was in Mitchell.. had to spend some time at my Mom's in St. Mary's but home is still Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;My families good if anyone was wondering..&lt;br /&gt;Schools good...&lt;br /&gt;tell you all the rest later, class is over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-116007078996939652?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/116007078996939652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/guess-whos-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/116007078996939652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/116007078996939652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/10/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-115609759371318000</id><published>2006-08-20T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T11:13:13.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Successful Run</title><content type='html'>I've been doing a lot of thinking: I know, it's rare, but it's happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Thinking about life in general.. family, friends, school and dominately &lt;em&gt;Playmakers! -&lt;/em&gt; due to my last performance as one of the official students [Take It Outside!]. After much reflection, I've come to realize that perhaps I never fully appreciated what &lt;em&gt;Playmakers! &lt;/em&gt;was or what it gave to me. It's hard to even express what I truly mean because there's a connection or relationship that perhaps isn't even possible to describe. Over the years, &lt;em&gt;Playmakers!&lt;/em&gt; has driven me close to insanity and kept me from insanity as well. It's hard to believe that in two weeks my life will still be focused on the same thing, on my goals in life, but my pressures and safety nets will be changing completely! A life as an actor without &lt;em&gt;Playmakers!&lt;/em&gt; has become hard to fathom, even though I will always know it is what has given me my real start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, someone said to me that 'the sky is the limit' and perhaps now, I am truly prepared for what is to come because I will always remember that there are no limits and that there never will be. So in conclusion to my sentimental ramblings, what I really mean to say is Thank You, to every single person who has been part of my life in &lt;em&gt;Playmakers!&lt;/em&gt; over the past seven years. Hopefully, I'll feel the same way for the next seven (at least)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ...I'll get around to my thoughts of family, friends and school next time, although this post has most definitely touched down upon every single one of those things, because in three words, &lt;em&gt;Playmakers! &lt;/em&gt;can be described as a place of family, friends and learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corny, I know. What else would you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;       Kiersten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-115609759371318000?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115609759371318000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/08/successful-run.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/115609759371318000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/115609759371318000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/08/successful-run.html' title='A Successful Run'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-115509193037975444</id><published>2006-08-08T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T19:52:10.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M MOVING!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So.. it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy okay.. give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past two (okay more like 5) months, life has changed drastically and I have been far to preoccupied to write blogs. For starters my mother now lives in St.Mary's, Caitlin (the eldest sister) lives in Fort McMurray and in 26 days I will be living in Ottawa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am with M*Tod right now.. we spent some time in GrandBend this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT SLUTS? I got a tattoo.. for real this time! The last time I said I did it was really M*Tod blogging for me.. she's a liar. We had a good laugh over it all. Anyway, it's real, it's cool, it's been tons of fun. We talk, my tattoo. is super cool. It tells me I'm cool, I believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird. I know. Anyways.. talk later, enjoy the summer - sun, surf, sand and all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE IT OUTSIDE OW OW!!!&lt;br /&gt;lates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x,Kiers.     (m*tod.. get off of me!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-115509193037975444?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/115509193037975444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-moving.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/115509193037975444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/115509193037975444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-moving.html' title='I&apos;M MOVING!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-114619295982614043</id><published>2006-04-27T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:24:45.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta Del Vida. . . Party of Life</title><content type='html'>Incase you were not already aware, my prom theme is Fiesta Del Vida. I have a date now.. sort of. It's frustrating, very terribly, frustrating. The guy I was expecting to go with, who pretty much told me he was going to ask me has already bought our tickets.. just today actually, but still hasn't really asked me. It's a strange situation. Then I decide to come on the computer (15 minutes ago) and see that my friend who graduated from another school last year has left me a message asking me to go to my prom. So my predicament is, I didn't have any date and now I have two.. well.. two prospects at least. I have no clue what to do. I can't say no, that would be mean. Oh well. I'm so stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 8th is fast approaching and that's the day Ryerson sends out it's letters. I've come to terms with not getting in, but you know, still need some closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University blows, but so does high school. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. - I MISS YOU O'DROWSK, come back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-114619295982614043?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/114619295982614043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/04/fiesta-del-vida-party-of-life.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/114619295982614043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/114619295982614043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/04/fiesta-del-vida-party-of-life.html' title='Fiesta Del Vida. . . Party of Life'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-114539191231345832</id><published>2006-04-18T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T13:27:14.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever will be, will be.</title><content type='html'>So my posts have been vague, rare and short. This is all about to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate thinking about University. Picking is tough, plus I don't want to go anywhere except Ryerson.. but we'll see. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll talk about prom! I am taking a bus with all of my friends to prom, it's exciting. We are also renting a hotel room, because we all want to crash together in Stratford and I have Hamlet the next day anyways. There is a strict no boys rule already put into place for the hotel rooms. This is a very good thing.. I don't know how many of you have met my friends, but we'll leave those stories for another day.&lt;br /&gt;Also, about prom, I have a dress. It's absolutely incredible and I can't even begin to describe it because no description is incredible enough. I don't have a date though. There is a rumour that I might have one as of Thursday, but I'm not sure how I feel about that - O'Drowsk, you understand what I am saying I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo kay. So I get that I am a dork because I am buying into the whole commercial 'Prom' vision, but I decided the other day that I don't care because I love it. I love having an fancy dress, I want a corsage (spelled right??) and I want a date, nothing magical is expected, I just want to have some real fun! My friends and I are all going to Klomps to get our pictures taken because some of my friends think the falls are over rated, I don't though, and so Kristiney's dad is compiling a beautiful design of flowers ect. that we will take our photo's in front of, around or with. Not sure which of those it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I am to tired to think more about this and therfore need a nap. You may be lucky enough to hear from me again this week. Whoopi. I can tell you all about being forced to go B.C. in a month and how Hamlet is coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AuRevoir,&lt;br /&gt;Kiers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-114539191231345832?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/114539191231345832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/04/whatever-will-be-will-be.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/114539191231345832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/114539191231345832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/04/whatever-will-be-will-be.html' title='Whatever will be, will be.'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-114488519327970846</id><published>2006-04-12T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:39:53.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place With No Name</title><content type='html'>Okay, I get it. It has been an exceptionally long time since I have posted and for this I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say though. I'm waiting to hear from Universities. So far I have been excepted to Ottawa and Brock and to the BA[H] at Windsor, but not the BFA, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I haven't been up to too much lately (I know, it's been weeks and still nothing.) I've been in and out of London a bit lately. Been making plans for prom, which has turned out to be quite the frustration. I've also been hanging out in the comm. tech room more and more for no real reason..I'm not even taking communications. Oh well, I'm sure they'll throw me and my destructive habits sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really guys, that's all I got. Sorry, I know it's short, but nothing's really going on. Just been hanging out with friends and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all peachy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kierst*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-114488519327970846?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/114488519327970846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/04/place-with-no-name.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/114488519327970846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/114488519327970846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/04/place-with-no-name.html' title='A Place With No Name'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-114290959003576432</id><published>2006-03-20T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:53:10.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood's knockin' on the wood</title><content type='html'>Well, since you all asked &lt;em&gt;soo&lt;/em&gt; nicely, I decided to post for your enjoyment..Certainly not mine. I've been really busy lately, but I made time for all of you in the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new..Well, my hair colour has changed..Again. It's blonde..Very blonde. Had my Ryerson audition which went well I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My March Break: Monday I went over to O'Drowsk's and we watched some movies and whatnot. Tuesday I awoke from my peaceful slumber around 11:45 am, studied my stuff for Ryerson, then I headed over to Krista's for a bit. We just hang out, had a few people over, pizza, a grand time was had. I spent the night there, woke up on her couch at a horrible hour on Wednesday morning. We grabbed some coffee then I went home. At home I went back to bed, then worried about my auditions some more. Wednesday evening I went over to Kyle's, we drank, we ate, we watched, we talked, we laughed. There were a few of us gathered 'round the television set. Thursday I worried. Friday/Saturday/Sunday, well, you all know I was in T.O. for my auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for this time. Oh, right, I hooked myself up with a tattoo. It's on my hip. If you &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want to know what it's of ask me, but I'm not posting it. Anyways, drunkeness, tattooing, university auditions, hanging out with people..My week was mighty fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with you guys, I'll try to post slightly more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.H.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-114290959003576432?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/114290959003576432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/03/hollywoods-knockin-on-wood.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/114290959003576432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/114290959003576432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/03/hollywoods-knockin-on-wood.html' title='Hollywood&apos;s knockin&apos; on the wood'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-114107859901317977</id><published>2006-02-27T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:16:39.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Blog</title><content type='html'>It's that time again when the gap between blogs has just stretched far to long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared. I just found out the date and time of my Ryerson audition and it is early then any of my other auditions. Will I be ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-114107859901317977?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/114107859901317977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/114107859901317977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/114107859901317977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-to-blog.html' title='Time to Blog'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-114021628995531717</id><published>2006-02-17T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:47:38.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curled Up and Dyed</title><content type='html'>Okay. Forget the curled up part, but I did dye my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what colour?&lt;br /&gt;not &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;nope, not &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;no.. not even&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I did, except the box described it more as.. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;plum&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. I dyed my board straight locks "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Plum&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also was supposed to present in front of the Kitchener/Waterloo school Board today about the SOA watch trip, but I couldn't because the darn weather, instead I was stormed stayed in Stratford with Elissa and Monica for the day. We got bored and so.. we dyed our hair. Monica's is fire engine red. Cool, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought earings for a dollar. And 5 pairs of underwear for 10$, jackpot. Heck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm tired and need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Go TEAM CANADA. The women will get gold and then men willl come shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - It's 8-12 wash out temp. dye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-114021628995531717?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/114021628995531717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/02/curled-up-and-dyed.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/114021628995531717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/114021628995531717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/02/curled-up-and-dyed.html' title='Curled Up and Dyed'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-113946085101729436</id><published>2006-02-08T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:02:56.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Domination</title><content type='html'>The number 13 kept re-occuring throughout my day. It was strange. Thirteen is my lucky number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be my lucky day or something, today Mr. Sinko informed our class that he will be leaving school for a couple of weeks to have surgery. He's having this surgery tomorrow.. and he hasn't mentioned anything about until today. No Mr. Sinko for a couple weeks will be nice, he's a cool guy but he scares the shit out of me, and I don't want to do badly in his class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was walking into Mr. Soares' class. Really, that was great, really. He has to be the strangest, funniest guy I have ever met. Although this is only after my first day in his class, I heard he can get pretty crazy too.. we'll come back to that one in a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not that many great things happened today, but it felt like they did so technically it was still a really good day. I even got in an hour of playing risk. Thats right, the board game risk. I was just dropping off a movie at Jeremy's and then a bunch of people come to the door and say Jeremy's parents are gone for three weeks so they're celebrating. I then walk into the kitchen to see a pitcher of lemonade and a home made pizza. Risk on the table, they were reering to go. It was a pretty crazy celebration. We even listened to.. wait for it.. AQUA. They are some crazy kids, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to work and took March Break off. Thing is, they have to give it to me off because it's for auditions for university - part of the time - so I have a whole free week, NO work. During my free week I'm getting a tattoo (possibly, I'll dicuss at a later date), getting a free make-over, woo hoo, and going to Kinecardine for the weekend with friends, then Kingston with the Fam, then Toronto for auditions. It'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off? I am currently listening to Cecilia. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, everyone please note that Eric has now upgraded and adopted a blog. He's also a killer singer and a bastard king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K*&lt;br /&gt;p.s. - download "For you I will" - Teddy Geiger, good for the people in the valentines mood, or for people that like music. It rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-113946085101729436?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/113946085101729436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/02/world-domination.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113946085101729436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113946085101729436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/02/world-domination.html' title='World Domination'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-113933587010270202</id><published>2006-02-07T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:32:07.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart scruton</title><content type='html'>As it would seem, today, the snow day gods are shining down upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two bus lines were cancelled - Kipfer which has like one bus and .. SCRUTON!! (My bus line). Also, my parents both left exceptionally early this morning and couldn't make me just get a ride with them so I won't miss a day of school. See, I wanted a snow day today because I have one goal to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find 3.78$, walk downtown and rent Just Like Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Now before you laugh at my choice of film, stop. I've seen it and I bloody love it, it comes out today and I must and will watch it. Bilyea won't watch it with me. To much chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 'tantric session' is something created in the dreams of Bilyea, so forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now going dowtown. Yes, I am SO pumped.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;K.H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/strong&gt;   I finally rented my movie tonight because I couldn't ealier today. It was as good as I had remembered before. Pretty sure I cried, just a little. Ug, so good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-113933587010270202?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/113933587010270202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-heart-scruton.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113933587010270202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113933587010270202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-heart-scruton.html' title='i heart scruton'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-113920565314237214</id><published>2006-02-05T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:16:20.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to (Mitc)Hell</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;Blake asked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-O-N-T-R-O-V-E-R-S-Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you agree Blake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell currently has a population of 10 000. On a regular day, the population is roughly 4 000, maybe it's 5 000 by now. Back to the point, you ask what is different about today? Am I correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll tell you. The roads are closed. (Were you expecting something more exciting? Too bad) Yup, every road out of Mitchell is closed off, I have two unfamiliar - but nice - women who my mother knows crashing at my place, and I didn't spend my 4.5 hours at work serving coffee, oh no, I spent the entire time finding places for people to sleep, calling B&amp;B's, getting directions and giving directions. I even at one point had to call my dad and get directions to one street! You see, Mitchell has no hotel, no motel, and really, no proper Inns or bed&amp;amp;breakfasts, it has only lonely old women who like to charge 40 big ones a bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, I have decided to change career paths. I am now going to grow up living on welfare doing nothing, raise a few brats and then in my ripe old age I'm going to have a big house, lots of rooms, living in a town with a lot of bad weather and overcharge poor folks stranded there. I'll be bloody loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lieing, but I did like the superbowl commercials this year. I didn't watch the superbowl, just the commercials on FOX.ca afterwards, and god were they funny. Or just terribly dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I currently cannot find a link to my favorite. When I can you'll all watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one more statement - I love Grey's Anatomy and if I could I would marry it, just like the saying. But I can't, so I'll just watch it so religiously that people will think it's my religion. I have to this day to miss an episode, this makes me a loser and I love every moment of it. The only thing it's missing is doctor resembling the characteristics of a certain gentlemen we all refer to as 'Liam'.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Nora, that was for you, with the new blog and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-113920565314237214?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/113920565314237214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/02/welcome-to-mitchell.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113920565314237214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113920565314237214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/02/welcome-to-mitchell.html' title='Welcome to (Mitc)Hell'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-113899297877839620</id><published>2006-02-03T10:37:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:21:04.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Tequila, 2 Tequila, 3 Tequila, Floor.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be honest. Talk about me. Stop just entertaining with videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us start with being sick. I honestly don't think I can handle being sick anymore. I have been sick for over three weeks and I know I have been bitching about it, you're probably annoyed, but I don't give a shit. You're making the conscious choice to read my blog, so deal with it. Anyways, back to me. There is this terrible, terrible stress that comes along with being sick, I can't do anything. Why, you ask? Because we just finished exams and now I have to start this terrible new semester that I'm not sure I can get through, I just have no will power to do it. I can do my University stuff because I want to go away, more then anything, I want to be out of Mitchell, out of my house, away from Tim Hortons and St. Michaels Catholic secondary school, (you've got me thinking Bilyea). But the school stuff - nope, just not feeling the need to do any of it, of course, I have an excuse - I'm sick. I will never fake being sick again because even thinknig about being sick sucks. SO MUCH. ughh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to things - Ellen how could you wait for soo long for Ryerson to send you things in the mail! No one I know to this date has recieved anything other then an e-mail from Ryerson and so we're unable to schedule an appointment/audition and this just adds to the stress seeing as Ryerson is mine and many others first choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I was so sick on Wednesday that I did not once leave my bed? Nope.. stayed in bed for 20 hours. Needless to say I didn't make it to cheap night on Tuesday. O'Drowsk, remember how I wasn't feeling well at the end of the day on Tuesday? Yeah, it ended up being more then just.. well, feeling like crap. I have some crazy high fever and was on so much T3 I don't even want to think about it. But Thursday I made it to the couch for the day and watched the tube and today I rustled up the strength to make it to school and I am even going to Candice's birthday bash tonight. I wouldn't go except I really have to see what happens when her dad comes home at 3am and sees the 50-100 people there rather then the 10-20 close girlsfriends expected.&lt;br /&gt;...is that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm all set with tequila. It even has a worm at the bottom.. woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiersten.AP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - HAPPY BIRTHDAY NORA!!!! (Even though you did not call me.. I'll get over it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-113899297877839620?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/113899297877839620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/02/1-tequila-2-tequila-3-tequila-floor.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113899297877839620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113899297877839620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/02/1-tequila-2-tequila-3-tequila-floor.html' title='1 Tequila, 2 Tequila, 3 Tequila, Floor.'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-113875429107073366</id><published>2006-01-31T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T16:38:40.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hank. Hank. Hank.</title><content type='html'>It's time to write a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ill.&lt;br /&gt;Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...actually my very first post was about my headaches, yes and then it got worse and I got medicated - naproxen - but .. hm, funny how my head still hurts and have been to the docs 3 times now. They still have no clue but alas, I have a new perscription - this one's biaxin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I might have strep. This compeletly blows.&lt;br /&gt;Other then this, I had a pretty interesting day, Bilyea made his announcment, which I'm sure will be discussed in his next blog. I also spent some time with O'Drowsk - we played guitar. Or she taught, I played - anyways, I can now play "Folk Song" and "Jingle Bells" - talent or what folks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it is now Cheap Tuesday eve and I am going to eat my little heart out. WINGS. Then I am going to go to the movies and you know how much it will cost me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6$!!&lt;br /&gt;(my only current issue is that I have NO money. "HEEEEY DAAAADDDDY, $$?" - I can only dream.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am off, if my friends ever decide to call me back. I think now that I have gone to the doctors again I have become the leper.. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I have a few things to entertain you. I personally LOVED them - what do you have to say about em? Huh? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thatvideosite.com/view/945.html"&gt;http://www.thatvideosite.com/view/945.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thatvideosite.com/view/1287.html"&gt;http://www.thatvideosite.com/view/1287.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE. POST COMPLETE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-113875429107073366?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/113875429107073366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/01/hank-hank-hank.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113875429107073366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113875429107073366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/01/hank-hank-hank.html' title='Hank. Hank. Hank.'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-113833460323655646</id><published>2006-01-26T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T20:03:39.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11:11</title><content type='html'>Make a wish.&lt;br /&gt;It's 11:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done? ... good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote my eng. lit. exam today, not terrible to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is, we also got our drama marks today, and mine wasn't bad, not even close. But the lowest I've ever gotten in drama, this is bad thing because I will be pursuing drama in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I write French in the afternoon and I get to drive the Honda to school - yeah, the manual shift - which is fucking awesome. My french exam will be a joke, which Ellen knows all to well about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always sit here with nothing important to say really, which I guess makes me a little bit sad because when I read everyones blog - they have stuff to say. I guess that's what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's cover &lt;strong&gt;Kiersten's intriguing discussions of the day&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-Hamlet&lt;br /&gt;-The Leushius Den of Debauchery&lt;br /&gt;-Drama marks, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;-What it feels like to have sweetner in your nose, like cocaine would be. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;-HAMLET&lt;br /&gt;-Beauty and the Geek 2 (would it work the other way around?)&lt;br /&gt;-Nora's thoughts on Bilyea and myself. Ask her about that one.&lt;br /&gt;-Trivial Pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;.. and then Nora and I talked about Hamlet. We spent the whole day together - can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to comment on any of the topics above. As you can tell I clearly state that I believe they are intriguing. I have many opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lates Hommies. (I promise to never do that again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.Hanly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-113833460323655646?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/113833460323655646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/01/1111.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113833460323655646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113833460323655646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/01/1111.html' title='11:11'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-113824215322350404</id><published>2006-01-25T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T16:13:37.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination in the form of a Blog</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thatvideosite.com/view/607.html"&gt;http://www.thatvideosite.com/view/607.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is possibly one of the funniest videos I have ever seen online. Maybe because the guys an idiot, or simply because fire amuses me immensly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I'm going to university. Or that's the plan. I guess we'll see how exams go tomorrow and Friday. Not to mention the auditions I still have to do. Then I have to be able to afford it. Then if I actually do get in and actually can afford it, I have to be good enough to stick around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not going to university after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the video. (Note the burning sandal at the end.)&lt;br /&gt;I think you should click on this link and watch it again - &lt;a href="http://www.thatvideosite.com/view/607.html"&gt;http://www.thatvideosite.com/view/607.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-113824215322350404?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/113824215322350404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/01/procrastination-in-form-of-blog.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113824215322350404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113824215322350404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/01/procrastination-in-form-of-blog.html' title='Procrastination in the form of a Blog'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-113805166432179830</id><published>2006-01-23T13:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:32:45.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonights the Vote</title><content type='html'>Are you Liberal, NDP or Conservative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I can't even vote. Politics suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope our country is put in good hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*k-rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Conservative Minority - It's now time to flee the country!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-113805166432179830?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/113805166432179830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/01/tonights-vote_23.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113805166432179830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113805166432179830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/01/tonights-vote_23.html' title='Tonights the Vote'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-113796022455441893</id><published>2006-01-22T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T14:58:57.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherly Love</title><content type='html'>I feel bad. Honestly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went away for the weekend -once my room was clean of course- without any parents and with a lot of alcohol. Literally - very, very large amounts of it for three 17 year old girls. We had a pretty amazing time without a care in the world, though we are all now tainted by red sports cars because of a specific few people who would not leave us alone. Some would call them stalkers. Anyways, we even had our polar dip in the lake this morning, and it was cold. Very cold. And wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, we had our big adventure. I come home, oh let's say around two o'clock and my mother has spent a large part of her weekend taking all her clothes out of my closet, for more room for my clothes. She has also put together two folders - 1. University Confirmation Documents and 2. University Applications. She has also put all of my photo's together for me. Re-formated my resumé, arranged an audition date (and paid for it!) at U of T, written out letters to all of the people I have selected to reference me specifying the type of information I need from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not done yet. She also wrote out a task list for me. Very clearly dating everything. Made a chart with all the universities I applied to and all the information they require, the documents, the outlines for auditions and my codes and passwords for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I spent 48 hours drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God parents have a way of making you feel like a terrible person. But on the upside, I feel very spoiled and lucky right now. Not to mention I absolutely love my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. That's all I have to say. I'm going to have a bath! woohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kier*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-113796022455441893?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/113796022455441893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/01/motherly-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113796022455441893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113796022455441893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/01/motherly-love.html' title='Motherly Love'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-113772801632469762</id><published>2006-01-19T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T19:38:01.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee is good. Coffee Houses are not.</title><content type='html'>I spend the whole week looking forward to one thing. Going away this weekend. No work, no responsability, nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh no, that's not possible. My dad can't just let me have one weekend. Two freaking days to be away. He has to get mad about everything, my room has to be clean first - he tells me this at 10:30 PM when the plan is to leave the next day - maybe that doesn't seem like a big deal, but then you must never have seen my room before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, tomorrow is my groups Coffee House, I have spent the last two hours cutting out tiny little fires, that don't look like fire! Oh and getting my costume together - how many people have silver plants?? NOT ME!&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm not in the coffee house at all. The play might not be in the coffee house and I have to get up very early so I can haul ass to Stratford so I can spend the little money I have on decorations for this bloody coffee house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I am in such a bad, bitchy mood. Have a great night and weekend folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-113772801632469762?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/113772801632469762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/01/coffee-is-good-coffee-houses-are-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113772801632469762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113772801632469762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/01/coffee-is-good-coffee-houses-are-not.html' title='Coffee is good. Coffee Houses are not.'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-113771573324349257</id><published>2006-01-19T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T19:37:49.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Might have Cheated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#fff774;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your IQ Is 140&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffcca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/iq.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Logical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Below Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Verbal Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mathematical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your General Knowledge is &lt;b&gt;Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I know. I'm a genius.&lt;br /&gt;Or really bored from spending the whole day at home. Ooh and now Ms. Robinson must hate me, alot. That kind of sucks - you see, tomorrow is my coffee house. Well my groups coffee house. Oh well.. tomorrow I am off to Kincardine for the weekend without a worry in the world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-113771573324349257?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/113771573324349257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-might-have-cheated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113771573324349257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113771573324349257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-might-have-cheated.html' title='I Might have Cheated'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21187301.post-113764926246488201</id><published>2006-01-18T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:42:07.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Fad</title><content type='html'>I have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me rephrase - I have had a headache for over a week, non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;My mom started by brushing it off and saying, "ooooh, it's just stress hun". Then I started missing school and she started paying attention. Now it's at the point where I would just rather slam my head into a brick wall - it would feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had some of my blood stolen when I was at the doctors Tuesday morning. Still no results. They said I might have strep, maybe mono. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, I followed the trend and got a blog - a nice space reserved all for me to bitch about things. Woo, exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21187301-113764926246488201?l=roxysocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/feeds/113764926246488201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-fad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113764926246488201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21187301/posts/default/113764926246488201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roxysocks.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-fad.html' title='It&apos;s A Fad'/><author><name>Kiersten</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tuuq_JYOwxo/TBFSFuC01ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1G_9EoBgyeA/S220/Makeup+time.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
