<?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-4720450616677809756</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:35:57.855-05:00</updated><category term='first post'/><category term='Tanya Turner'/><title type='text'>War Is Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4624811997594146199</id><published>2007-11-22T18:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:47:41.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pages.suddenlink.net/josh23809/fingereleven.mp3"&gt;download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4624811997594146199?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4624811997594146199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4624811997594146199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4624811997594146199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4624811997594146199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/11/download_22.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-8703538166814602616</id><published>2007-11-06T20:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T09:48:24.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.musicwebtown.com/flashback/playlists/94370/725920.mp3"&gt;download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-8703538166814602616?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8703538166814602616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=8703538166814602616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/8703538166814602616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/8703538166814602616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/11/download.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-8103927999332548598</id><published>2007-10-15T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:33:20.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dental work is INSANE. Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick left for basic..that hurts me. I miss him a lot and he'll be gone for like a million years. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new bed! My old mattress was murdering my back, so I pulled out my super duper credit card (!) and bought a mattress and box spring and bedframe. It's just that hot. I'm no longer using a twin size bed! Feel the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're taking Pooch in tomorrow to get her spayed. That makes me sad and scared for her but I guess it's what has to be done. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt's birthday party is SATURDAY! Are y'ens coming? There'll be stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Halloween is soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-8103927999332548598?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8103927999332548598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=8103927999332548598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/8103927999332548598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/8103927999332548598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/10/dental-work-is-insane.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-5247944565527787533</id><published>2007-09-23T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:59:10.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few things I'd like to discuss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/2216/posterzg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resident Evil: Extinction and its &lt;b&gt;amazing&lt;/b&gt; soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new St. Bernard puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My upcoming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resident Evil: Extinction. I love the Resident Evil franchise. I bought my first DVD player simply to watch the first Resident Evil movie. (I HAD to have the special features!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After RE: Apocalypse (second movie for all you noobs), I waited forever for the third movie. But it came out on the 21st! Joyous. So why haven't I seen it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because:&lt;br /&gt;I just got a NEW ST. BERNARD PUPPY!! (Named Sophie, so adorable, wubs her.)&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;My aunt is in the hospital because of a dodgy spleen. It's apparently so swollen that it's pressing against her diaphragm, but they don't want to remove it because it's a risky surgery or something like that. She's been in the hospital for a week. Bollocks to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to play care worker for her, though, when she comes out. I have my nurse costume ready for Halloween, I'll wear it and all! (Not.) No, but it'll be fun. I mean, as fun as taking care of my ill aunt can be. :( Poor aunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a goal of mine to go see the movie sometime this week. I feel like such a shoddy fan. To make up for it, I will have to pay for an Umbrella Corp shirt on eBay. The things I do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-5247944565527787533?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5247944565527787533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=5247944565527787533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/5247944565527787533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/5247944565527787533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/09/few-things-id-like-to-discuss.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4712960981944276619</id><published>2007-09-12T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:58:23.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Garden</title><content type='html'>I haven't seen 1492 the whole way through, but I think that the soundtrack is absolutely lovely. Probably one of the best movie scores ever. My all time favorite is likely The Secret Garden. Now THAT is genius. The Secret Garden always brings me back to a time when things were simple and free (literally free; I was a kid and didn't have to buy my own stuff). I didn't have to worry about health insurance or cavities (because until I turned nineteen, I didn't GET cavities) or even buying my own books. Provided for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is great, the book is great, the score is great. One of these days I'm going to have a Secret Garden party and just spend the entire day lounging around, speaking with a stiff British accent and immersing myself in TSG goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qA_NHJL8EmE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qA_NHJL8EmE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can resist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4712960981944276619?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4712960981944276619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4712960981944276619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4712960981944276619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4712960981944276619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/09/secret-garden.html' title='The Secret Garden'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-6979300138666164875</id><published>2007-09-11T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T09:36:30.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayflower II</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/5162/400pxplymouthmayflowerinl4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this. I need to visit the Mayflower II. And I need to sail on it! But actually, I want to sail on the original Mayflower. Who has that time machine I've been asking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would seriously trade my Nintendo DS for a time machine. THAT is how much I want one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-6979300138666164875?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6979300138666164875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=6979300138666164875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/6979300138666164875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/6979300138666164875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/09/mayflower-ii.html' title='Mayflower II'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-8109549178771412554</id><published>2007-09-09T23:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T08:28:27.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VMAs.&lt;br /&gt;Who watched 'em?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-8109549178771412554?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8109549178771412554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=8109549178771412554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/8109549178771412554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/8109549178771412554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-it-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-549010059311464263</id><published>2007-09-07T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T16:31:27.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!</title><content type='html'>So, I saw my crush of five years today. I hadn't seen him since February, so it was good. He was wearing dark blue gloves (??) and he looked hollow in the face. Lost weight? I hope his wife didn't have another baby or something and he's just not getting enough sleep at night. That bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him at 5pm so he's working late. Bilo, y'know. Loves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-549010059311464263?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/549010059311464263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=549010059311464263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/549010059311464263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/549010059311464263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/09/yes.html' title='YES!'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-5761933084188785807</id><published>2007-09-05T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T16:31:56.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Fab Life</title><content type='html'>Right, this post is mostly for the girls who read my blog (though I guess some of you boys might be interested somehow). Since I am friends with some of you, I know just how savvy and in-the-know you are. (And you obviously know about my blog because you know all the coolest online places to go.) Well there's a new place that I would like to bring to your attention called &lt;a href="http://www.herfablife.com"&gt;HerFabLife&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basically &lt;a href="http://www.herfablife.com?referral_id=9"&gt;your personal lifestyle guide&lt;/a&gt;. You can check out the latest store, bar, spa, whatever openings. You can also read reviews of new fashion lines. Vote on content and help other budding socialites decide what's cool. Dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that if you try it, it will end up being &lt;a href="http://www.herfablife.com?referral_id=9"&gt;your fav lifestyle guide&lt;/a&gt;. There's also a hot guy of the week section that will help sway your decision. So, join the community, vote, check out hot guys (and latest goss and fashion), and &lt;a href="http://www.herfablife.com?referral_id=9"&gt;get a fab life!&lt;/A&gt; Sound good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;a href="http://www.sponsoredreviews.com"&gt;Sponsored Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-5761933084188785807?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5761933084188785807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=5761933084188785807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/5761933084188785807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/5761933084188785807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-fab-life.html' title='MY Fab Life'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4887799785238531135</id><published>2007-09-05T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:37:20.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So things are slowly speeding up again. I have another job interview on Friday. I hope I get this one. I'm not going to go into details but it's a video rental store which I think would be a prime job for me at the moment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to see about medical assistance. These teeth simply MUST be helped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: I have a million purses now. Okay, not a million. But like..seven. Which is a lot for me. Especially considering that I got them in a span of like three days. Loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick and I are speaking again. Patrick is love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4887799785238531135?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4887799785238531135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4887799785238531135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4887799785238531135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4887799785238531135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-things-are-slowly-speeding-up-again.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-3073766200962582912</id><published>2007-09-04T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:26:29.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Halloween is coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-3073766200962582912?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3073766200962582912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=3073766200962582912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/3073766200962582912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/3073766200962582912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/09/httppopsugar.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-2883452162655305441</id><published>2007-09-03T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T10:17:27.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fashion &amp; You</title><content type='html'>To take my mind off of my teeth woes (really, three root canals? I'm too young for this kind of stuff! And my teeth are so perfectly white..), I've been drowning my woes in shopping and scrapbooking. (So basically it's like usual, except I have a little voice in the back of my head saying, "HEY KELLY, you have to get massive dental work done really soon. How do you like those apples? Oh wait, you can't eat apples. Teeee!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that fall is here, it's time for me to start shopping for my spring 2008 wardrobe. Actually, I'll be honest, I'm just now getting to my autumn 2007 clothing. Terrible, isn't it? I need desperate help. I know that black and brown are timelessly autumn, &lt;a href="http://www.tobi.com/Women/Shop-By-Brand/141-Velvet"&gt;velvet clothing&lt;/a&gt; (you know, by Graham &amp; Spencer) is in, and I always look good in pink or dark green. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really need is a personal stylist. That's why I was pretty happy when I found &lt;a href="http://www.tobi.com"&gt;tobi.com&lt;/a&gt;. You can speak to a personal stylist and this stylist will..well, style you! I like that a lot because now I can be professionally styled WITHOUT having to break my bank, and at the end of the day, Rick Santorum will still be impressed. (Wait, Rick Santorum? What?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;a href="http://www.tobi.com/Women/Shop-By-Brand/141-Velvet"&gt;velvet clothes&lt;/a&gt;. I am in LOVE with &lt;a href="http://www.tobi.com/Product/4579-Velvet-Dresses-Casual-Elsy"&gt;this dress&lt;/a&gt;. Absolute love. And &lt;a href="http://www.tobi.com/Product/2712-Velvet-Dresses-Casual-Nydia"&gt;this one!&lt;/a&gt; You know, these are really good prices, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for a basic long-sleeved tee for fall, I think that &lt;a href="http://www.tobi.com/Product/4600-Velvet-Tees-Basic-Angie"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is extremely cute. It looks like it's cute to really flatter, and I love those sleeves. I hate when shirts have sleeves that are too short! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A look that seems to be really in this season is the crossover look--kind of the wrap thing, y'know? I actually have tons of shirts with that look, and I love them all. &lt;a href="http://www.tobi.com/Product/4608-Velvet-Tops-Casual-Euna"&gt;here is an example&lt;/a&gt; of what I'm talking about. Back to great prices--I can guarantee that I paid more than that for my designer shirts that look pretty similar. I might have to use up my leftover birthday money just to pick up some of these shirts..I need to be careful though, because since I wear a D cup, sometimes I have problems with popping out! Eeep. It hurts to be fashionable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in summary, if you're looking for some fashion help (ie; you want a qualified stylist to give you some tips), you're looking for some good deals (especially on &lt;a href="http://www.tobi.com/Women/Shop-By-Brand/141-Velvet"&gt;velvet apparel&lt;/a&gt;), or you're just looking to see what the latest fashions are, you should definitely check out &lt;a href="http://www.tobi.com"&gt;tobi.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;a href="http://www.sponsoredreviews.com"&gt;Sponsored Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-2883452162655305441?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2883452162655305441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=2883452162655305441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/2883452162655305441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/2883452162655305441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/09/fall-fashion-you.html' title='Fall Fashion &amp; You'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-1692353269777582474</id><published>2007-08-31T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:50:20.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly's First Fillings!</title><content type='html'>So I went in and got my (first ever!!) two fillings in yesterday. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Took about half an hour for both. He did fast work. The shots hurt, though! I had to get five because I guess I'm hard to numb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he says I need three root canals instead of two, though. Guhhh. My teeth hurt. Hurt hurt hurt. I need insurance. Insuranceeeee. Lots of health insurance. I want to be COVERED in health insurance. I want to be so covered in health insurance, that it seeps into my bloodstream and makes me automatically healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will probably be uneventful. I'm going to apply for more jobs at places where I don't really want to work, and then Sunday I get to dogsit for my neighbors which I actually really enjoy. I love my neighbors' dogs. Heart heart heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay healthy. Brush at least twice a day and floss once a day. Flossing is so important. SO IMPORTANT. And umm. Get lots of fresh air. And don't put your fingers in your mouth. I rub my thumbnail against my lower lip when I'm nervous, and I need to stop that because it's probably going to give me the bubonic plague or something someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE ROOT CANALS? That's the sound of me FAINTING and hitting my head off the DESK and now needing FIVE ROOT CANALS. Tony Blair have mercy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-1692353269777582474?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1692353269777582474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=1692353269777582474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1692353269777582474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1692353269777582474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/kellys-first-fillings.html' title='Kelly&apos;s First Fillings!'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-6516426298739702791</id><published>2007-08-29T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:03:08.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't trust my dentist. Either of them.</title><content type='html'>Alright kids, I didn't update about this, but I will now.&lt;br /&gt;I went in to a new dentist on..Monday? Tuesday? Monday I think. Yes, Monday. Some guy in New Castle. Dunno. My uncle recommended him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that the last dentist said that I have three cavities and four beginning (heaven have mercy, this is bad enough..my poor sweet teeth!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this new guy says: ELEVEN CAVITIES. And two need root canals. ROOT CANALS?&lt;br /&gt;ROOT CANALS?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU KIDDING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My insurance still runs out tomorrow, so I don't know what the eff I'm going to do. I'm going in so he can drill like two cavities (if he really drills them..). And I don't know what to think. Do I have eleven cavities with two needing root canals? Or is he just a sham? WHO IS THE SHAM DENTIST, GUYS? TELL ME. Someone is obviously lying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. I'm having a nervous breakdown. And I have to find work like so fast so I can get my teeth done before they all rot and fall out. Woe is me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But seriously guys, I'm freaked.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-6516426298739702791?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6516426298739702791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=6516426298739702791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/6516426298739702791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/6516426298739702791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-trust-my-dentist-either-of-them.html' title='I don&apos;t trust my dentist. Either of them.'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-1284874067838944263</id><published>2007-08-26T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T16:17:28.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And You Wondered How I Met So Many Hot Polish Guys..</title><content type='html'>While we're on the general topic of online chatting (before the dentistry, after the birthday), let's get into the topic of chat rooms. My history of using chat rooms is extensive. I don't know about you guys, but my first experience was back when I was about eight. We had AOL then (our first Internet provider EVER!) and I would always try to get into those "AOL KIDS" chats. They had the Nickelodeon ones and the "Gold" and "Silver" and "Soccer" and whatever ones..but they were always full. I mean always! I would stay up until 1am and try to get into a tennis one, and it would be full. Who would be up at 1am, seriously trying to chat about tennis? So I don't think that I ever actually got into any of the AOL chats, and I resorted to other sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm older, I realize that these "other sites" are actually better. Better software, and better people. There's one in particular that I really like, as it has a really diverse population. &lt;a href="http://www.wireclub.com"&gt;wireclub.com&lt;/a&gt; is a really great place to go if you're looking to chat with people from other countries, and there even seem to be a lot of people from the USA as well. Just lots of people in general! That's always a good sign when it comes to &lt;a href="http://www.wireclub.com"&gt;chat&lt;/a&gt; rooms. (As long as they're not booked so full that you can't get in--AOL, take note!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're looking for some &lt;a href="http://www.wireclub.com"&gt;free chat rooms&lt;/a&gt;--without waiting for a room to open--and you also like talking to a variety of people, then I suggest that you go to Wire Club. You won't regret it. (Seriously, there are some mega hotties on there! Who can resist?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;a href="http://www.sponsoredreviews.com"&gt;Sponsored Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-1284874067838944263?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1284874067838944263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=1284874067838944263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1284874067838944263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1284874067838944263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-you-wondered-how-i-met-so-many-hot.html' title='And You Wondered How I Met So Many Hot Polish Guys..'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-8944566916685139444</id><published>2007-08-24T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:31:27.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>So I went to get my cavity filled..yeah, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for over HALF AN HOUR and they finally called me back. I asked how long it would take, and what do they say? Two hours! For one friggin' cavity. I was like, "Uhhh. No." We're all guessing that he just wanted to get me out of there and go home early on a Friday, because he ushered me out really fast and gave me the number of some other guy. Apparently I'm going to have to be given laughing gas? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also said that it would take 45 minutes to numb me (?!). 45 minutes..to give me a shot and wait for it to set in? I'm thinking fifteen tops. So I didn't go through with it. No way I'm sitting there for two hours while he putters around in my mouth and spends 45 minutes with needles making me numb (maybe). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Since my insurance runs out in a week, I probably won't be getting the work done by then, which sucks since I'm hurting now. Ugh! Hates it. I'm going to call around on Monday and see if anyone around here has openings. I don't really want to go to a random dentist, but I guess you have to do what you have to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Clearview Mall today, too. I didn't buy anything, but it was fun just standing around for six hours while everyone else bought stuff. *face_palm* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayanne: I love that.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: ?&lt;br /&gt;Rayanne: Kelly stands there and strikes a pose, puts her hand on her hip and her leg out in front of her. She always does that!&lt;br /&gt;Lori: I guess she's been watching Paris Hilton too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I try! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-8944566916685139444?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8944566916685139444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=8944566916685139444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/8944566916685139444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/8944566916685139444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4219935337880880473</id><published>2007-08-23T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T19:39:57.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist!</title><content type='html'>So I went to the dentist today. Nineteen years without cavities, and suddenly I get struck with the news that I have THREE cavities and FOUR developing. Eeep! Since my insurance runs out on the 31st, they realized that it's imperative that I get in soon. Soon like..tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dental Hygienist: Her insurance runs out on the 31st. Can we get her in before then?&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: Yeah, she can come in tomorrow at 1:45.&lt;br /&gt;DH: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: Sure, we had that cancellation. Come in tomorrow at 1:45 *something about staying late and getting it done?*&lt;br /&gt;DH: That work for you?&lt;br /&gt;Kelly: Yes, it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I'm walking out, he pokes his head around the corner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: Come at 1, actually. The McDonalds girl will be here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that even mean?! A note about my dentist, though: he's a total hottie. My mom says he's like two years younger than my dad..perfect! No but seriously, really cute. He has a great first name, too. Paaaauuuuullll. Okay, I'm done. So I have to go in tomorrow at 1 and get my first filling EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm nervous. The only time I've ever had novocaine was when I had my wisdom teeth out, and I was under at that time..so I didn't feel any pain! I'm at a loss as to what to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: I scored a job interview today. Monday at 2. Wish me luck, guys. If I bag this, I will not only have actual spending money, but I will probably have HEALTH INSURANCE!! HEALTH INSURANCE. And I won't have to worry about getting fillings tomorrow, I can get them in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to the mall today. I was looking to go to Regis to get my hair cut, but they were completely full. What the hell is that?! So we went to Target and I found ONE PAIR of white Keds-knock offs on discount for 3 bucks..IN MY SIZE. How fab is that? They're actually a half size under what I usually wear, but they fit perfectly (even a little big). I love it. I wanted some nice, white, conservative shoes for my job interview. That's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhh. Filling. Help help help help help. I don't know how long fillings take, or how much they hurt, or anything..*dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4219935337880880473?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4219935337880880473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4219935337880880473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4219935337880880473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4219935337880880473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/dentist.html' title='Dentist!'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-6018631555804934053</id><published>2007-08-22T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:14:35.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Say Hi</title><content type='html'>If you are like about ninety percent of my friends, you are into the &lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com"&gt;free online dating&lt;/a&gt; scene. Okay, I won’t lie—I frequent some online dating sites, too. I have dealt with some weirdos, and I have also met some really nice people. Yes, I have gone on a few dates thanks to the Internet! But after awhile, even the best online dating sites start to get muddled up with either illiterate scam artists or married men (or possibly both). That’s why I like &lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com"&gt;justsayhi.com&lt;/a&gt;. The people on this completely &lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com"&gt;free dating&lt;/a&gt; site seem to genuinely want relationships; as in, they aren’t after scamming you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that the people on this website seem to be older. This is pleasing to me because it’s kind of weird to go on other dating sites and see personals for thirteen-year olds (posing as eighteen-year olds, of course). This also makes me happy because I am naturally compatible with older men! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a profile, and I am positive that it won’t take you long to find me if you look. I searched for guys in my area, and some hotties came up. Yes! As far as &lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com"&gt;free dating sites&lt;/a&gt; go, I highly recommend Just Say Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;a href="http://www.sponsoredreviews.com"&gt;Sponsored Review&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-6018631555804934053?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6018631555804934053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=6018631555804934053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/6018631555804934053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/6018631555804934053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-say-hi.html' title='Just Say Hi'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-8770260753646012005</id><published>2007-08-20T15:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:06:24.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's extremely rainy out. Flash floods galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing: I had a dream this morning that I had a migraine. Then I woke up at 6am, with a migraine! Don't you hate when that happens? I had to down four ibuprofen and lay completely still for two hours with cold compresses on my head before I could fall back asleep again..and by then, I was so stoked by the fact that the mail was coming soon, that I couldn't sleep. I love getting mail. I got four packages today. I ordered a bunch of stuff from Brylane (pillows and totes and whatnot) and got some of them. Plus some books I got from Amazon as kind of a birthday present to myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother and I were going to go scrapbooking today but it's wayyyyyy too rainy out. Homebound! SOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-8770260753646012005?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8770260753646012005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=8770260753646012005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/8770260753646012005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/8770260753646012005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-extremely-rainy-out.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-2239865823329642631</id><published>2007-08-19T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T14:40:35.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>So today is my nineteenth birthday. I love it and I hate it..I'm nervous about the fact that I'm almost twenty (no longer a teenager), but I love birthdays in general. What to think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day so far has been pretty good. My grandfather came over and took us out to lunch at Eat 'n' Park. I got this new rosemary chicken stuff that was mediocre; parts of it were good but then some of it just had too many spices! I got a card and no money: he was also supposed to take my brother for a few days but my brother insisted on not going--ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my mother and father are off to pick up my DQ ice cream cake. Loves it! I'm telling you, it's the one thing I look forward to as far as birthdays go. Presents are nice and all, but ice cream cakes are just brilliance. Last year I had one from King's Cones Castle (a local ice cream place) that normally has the best ice cream ever, but the cake was terrible. Don't mess with tradition! Dairy Queen only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is rainy and cold, like it always is on my birthday. This is because during the summer of '88, it was excruciatingly hot. Then the day I was born, it suddenly started pouring and it got really cold out. I'm a Godsend, obviously. Today's also National Aviation Day, which I think is amazing considering my obsession with planes and flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a brilliant dream last night that there was an ad in the classifieds section of the Butler Eagle. It was from PBG, and they said that they filled up the position that they had been advertising, and that the new employee was some state representative. I was relieved because the job was not in Butler, but actually far away. Most of you probably have no idea what I'm talking about, but it was a good dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-2239865823329642631?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2239865823329642631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=2239865823329642631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/2239865823329642631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/2239865823329642631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-448878051494142289</id><published>2007-08-18T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:26:44.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fitness Pal (or, will I regret the ice cream cake?)</title><content type='html'>So anyways, my birthday is tomorrow. Since I have an extremely extravagant party planned, involving lots of food and probably minimal movement (because who wants to dance when there's so much ice cream cake that needs to be consumed?), I can foresee myself needing to start a diet on the 20th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the 21st. I mean, it depends on how much cake is left over, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back on track--being a broke college student, I obviously can't join some website where I pay $30 a month just to chat on a message board about how much I hate exercising. I'm going to take my normal route of "tracking calories and exercise and using pictures of Angelina Jolie pre-anorexia to motivate myself." That's where &lt;a href="http://www.myfitnesspal.com"&gt;My Fitness Pal&lt;/a&gt; comes in. It can't talk to me, but it can do the next best: it'll use its &lt;a href="http://www.myfitnesspal.com"&gt;calorie counter&lt;/a&gt; to keep me in check regarding how many more Swedish Fish I can have each day. Not sure whether to use low-fat cream cheese or faux-butter on your bagel for breakfast? Use My Fitness Pal to look up the &lt;a href="http://www.myfitnesspal.com/food/lookup"&gt;calories in food&lt;/a&gt; and put your mind at ease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, by bribing myself to do Tae Bo with Billy Blanks for half an hour per day, and using the &lt;a href="http://www.myfitnesspal.com/food/lookup"&gt;calorie chart&lt;/a&gt; at MFP, I will be able to take off that Birthday 15 and do it effortlessly (and for free) in the process. Brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;a href="http://www.sponsoredreviews.com"&gt;Sponsored Review&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-448878051494142289?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/448878051494142289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=448878051494142289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/448878051494142289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/448878051494142289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-fitness-pal-or-will-i-regret-ice.html' title='My Fitness Pal (or, will I regret the ice cream cake?)'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-7429969418640737311</id><published>2007-08-16T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:51:30.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, my birthday is in three days. I'll be nineteen! I know, I'm scared too. I bought myself a few books on Amazon. All stuff about WWII, so I know you're interested. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father said that a few days ago, around 7am, he was sitting on the back porch. Apparently, a crane (maybe a blue heron) flew down and perched on the side of our pool. This is fascinating to me. Do I believe him? I think I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to stay up all night to see if it comes back! Pictures will surface, I promise this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-7429969418640737311?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7429969418640737311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=7429969418640737311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7429969418640737311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7429969418640737311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-my-birthday-is-in-three-days.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-6273035943281114155</id><published>2007-08-08T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T11:37:37.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Romanticist&lt;/b&gt;, Romanticism encourages society to look backwards to find our solutions. Your rationale is that things were much better a few hundred years ago so we should thus look back to those times and replace them in our modern society. You believe in a simple life and that the complexities of the modern world have turned it upside down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Romanticist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='94' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;94%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Modernist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='81' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;81%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Cultural Creative&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Existentialist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='69' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;69%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Postmodernist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Materialist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Idealist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Fundamentalist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=3305N'&gt;What is Your World View?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be a romanticist AND a modernist? Perplexing..&lt;br /&gt;I mostly agree, though. I am, after all, living in the 1940s. Men were just better back then! Bring back the slicked hair and Luftwaffe aces!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-6273035943281114155?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6273035943281114155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=6273035943281114155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/6273035943281114155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/6273035943281114155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-scored-as-romanticist-romanticism.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-3829672471631678763</id><published>2007-08-05T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:03:38.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping at Grove City</title><content type='html'>I went shopping with my family at Grove City's Prime Outlets on Thursday. They have fantastic bargains there! I bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Sunglasses and two pairs of flip-flops from Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;o Two shirts from Gap&lt;br /&gt;o Undergarments from Playtex&lt;br /&gt;o Two books (Life's WWII and a book about Fighter Pilots) from Borders&lt;br /&gt;o Dog yogurt bars from this gourmet dog treat stand in the middle of the food court (yum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm happy. I love my shirts. One is yellow with "GAP San Francisco" and the other is white and beige striped. Loves loves loves. Everything was a great deal. Now I need more money..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-3829672471631678763?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3829672471631678763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=3829672471631678763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/3829672471631678763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/3829672471631678763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/shopping-at-grove-city.html' title='Shopping at Grove City'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-2215767974631931927</id><published>2007-08-01T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T16:24:22.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this website where they apparently &lt;a href="http://www.yournameintospace.org/dvd.php"&gt;launch your name into space&lt;/a&gt;. I put myself down as Kelly Malinski-Santorum. Teeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been hectic lately. Drama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-2215767974631931927?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2215767974631931927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=2215767974631931927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/2215767974631931927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/2215767974631931927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-found-this-website-where-they.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-7521374265314213916</id><published>2007-07-28T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T14:10:53.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Saturday</title><content type='html'>More rain! It's supposed to rain allllll weekend, after raining mostly all week. When will it end? I want to swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to re-watching &lt;a href="http://mapage.noos.fr/sub-scope/dasbootphotos.htm"&gt;Das Boot&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-7521374265314213916?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7521374265314213916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=7521374265314213916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7521374265314213916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7521374265314213916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/07/lazy-saturday.html' title='Lazy Saturday'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-1154446829912786161</id><published>2007-07-27T12:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:50:38.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly + Auto Insurance</title><content type='html'>For those of you not in the know, I'm just learning how to drive. Yeah, tell me more..eighteen and not driving? Give me a break! It's taken me this long for a variety of reasons, but mainly it was because I had a lot going on in my life between the ages of 15 and now, and also because I have this intense fear of driving off the edge of a cliff (even though there are no actual cliffs in Butler or the surrounding area). Now that I'm learning, however, I have to start thinking about the responsibilities that come with driving: maintaining and insuring a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done some research and &lt;a href="http://www.autoadvantagequotes.com"&gt;Auto Advantage Quotes&lt;/a&gt; is a really good place to start when looking for insurance. Their website is easy to navigate and they have in-depth answers to any questions that you may have. I was particularly interested in their section about &lt;a href="http://www.advantageautoquotes.com/age.php"&gt;teen drivers&lt;/a&gt;. It was a relief to be reminded that I can receive a discount on my insurance since I took a driver's ed class (two years ago, but still!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the probable event that my uncle fixes a car up for me (it's a hobby of his), then I can look more into the &lt;a href="http://www.advantageautoquotes.com/classic.php"&gt;insurance for classic cars&lt;/a&gt;. My uncle actually has lots of this kind of insurance, since he has basically a whole lot full of old cars that he drives around. He told my mother before that when I first learn to drive, I should get an "old clunker" and get insured on that so that my insurance isn't through the roof. I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this website helps some of you guys! It's definitely cleared some stuff up for me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-1154446829912786161?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1154446829912786161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=1154446829912786161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1154446829912786161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1154446829912786161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/07/kelly-auto-insurance.html' title='Kelly + Auto Insurance'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4856642326452328602</id><published>2007-07-27T12:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:37:53.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtracks</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I didn't have much to do (besides some terrible cleaning), so I decided to go through my extensive soundtrack collection and listen to some favorites. Most of my recent loved ones are on my Vision M, but there are some that I haven't heard in literally a year because I just haven't taken the time to rip them to the player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that I had forgotten how brilliant Pearl Harbor's soundtrack really is. I mean, the movie is wow, but the soundtrack is &lt;strong&gt;wow&lt;/strong&gt;. And K-19: The Widowmaker? Truly epic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a topic vaguely touching that one, I've kind of been into submarine movies lately. A few years ago I fell in love with K-19, but I left it at that. Then I got Das Boot from Netflix a few weeks ago and pretty much fell over. Branching off, today I received Stalingrad from Netflix, which is from the same crew as Das Boot. I'm hoping for the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's asking me what I want for my birthday, now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4856642326452328602?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4856642326452328602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4856642326452328602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4856642326452328602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4856642326452328602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/07/soundtracks.html' title='Soundtracks'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4103416470181474871</id><published>2007-07-26T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T15:48:41.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, now that the paper is broken (for good? Who knows!) and my only creative outlet is Associated Content, I've joined a website called Blogsvertise. I'll write blogs about certain products and get paid for it. Brilliant or what? You can read more about it or join at: http://www.blogsvertise.com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm really lucky, maybe Mitt Romney will become a product and I can write about him--and get paid to do it! Then it'll be like I'm really interning for him..;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4103416470181474871?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4103416470181474871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4103416470181474871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4103416470181474871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4103416470181474871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-now-that-paper-is-broken-for-good.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-7194416173417210371</id><published>2007-07-26T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T15:18:14.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided to go back into volunteering for politicians. Obviously, Brian Ellis can testify as to how much I helped his campaign (hint: a lot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still going for Mitt Romney, but I'm kind of leaning towards Ron Paul now..I'm not sure, there's just something about Mitt that's starting to cheese me out. But Ron Paul really doesn't catch me either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won't Rick Santorum run?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-7194416173417210371?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7194416173417210371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=7194416173417210371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7194416173417210371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7194416173417210371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-decided-to-go-back-into.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4184166899692544433</id><published>2007-07-23T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:54:27.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Life and Motorola</title><content type='html'>I love Motorola's commercials. They pick out awesome music. The latest favorite is a Feist song. Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Simple Life Goes To Camp was on last night. This season is definitely more fake than the others (except maybe the last season). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they cry when they hit bottom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4184166899692544433?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4184166899692544433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4184166899692544433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4184166899692544433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4184166899692544433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/07/simple-life-and-motorola.html' title='The Simple Life and Motorola'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-6390052931834602770</id><published>2007-07-16T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:59:57.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally saw Nancy Drew today.&lt;br /&gt;I don't recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no, that's not all! Emma Roberts was way too young for the part. The dialogue and acting all around were laughable. The plot wasn't what I was hoping for. 0/10 (and I think that's a first).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-6390052931834602770?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6390052931834602770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=6390052931834602770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/6390052931834602770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/6390052931834602770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-finally-saw-nancy-drew-today.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-29911189527235473</id><published>2007-07-14T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T19:12:43.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned that life is brilliant?&lt;br /&gt;I have my own swimming pool now! :D&lt;br /&gt;And on August 1st, I'm going to Prime Outlets to buy everything in the Hilfiger store. &lt;br /&gt;Miss me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-29911189527235473?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/29911189527235473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=29911189527235473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/29911189527235473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/29911189527235473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-i-mentioned-that-life-is-brilliant.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4469128320027421284</id><published>2007-02-04T18:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T18:53:49.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;Life is happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4469128320027421284?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4469128320027421284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4469128320027421284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4469128320027421284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4469128320027421284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/02/boys-are-not-good.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-7966074986757410193</id><published>2007-01-14T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T10:46:27.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had an awesome dream. I was in England with some friends for a vacation. There were a lot of like..friends from elementary school. It was strange. But I was in ENGLAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept going to this harbor, but it would turn into a different body of water each time we did. Then we had to keep crossing these bridges, but there were giant gaps in them. WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the dream was the shopping. No, actually, the best part was the Girls Aloud encounter! They were sitting at this like..cafe thing, singing this song that sounded like a mixture of "Whole Lotta History" and "Love Machine." It had the tune of WLH, but had the semi-lyrics of LM. It was weird. They were really good, but they looked different..Nicola had bleach blonde hair, and it was really thin, pulled up into this like..ponytail on the top of her head. And they were all wearing casual clothing. Nadine was wearing a sweatshirt that said "Chatterley" on it, and I was going to immediately go to the store and buy one (then I woke up). Someone in the crowd asked if they were eligible for marriage, and they all laughed and pointed at Cheryl and said, "Everyone except her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT WAS MY DREAM. Oh, I want to go to England..:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-7966074986757410193?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7966074986757410193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=7966074986757410193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7966074986757410193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7966074986757410193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-had-awesome-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-298054543975251420</id><published>2007-01-06T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:58:16.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes they are</title><content type='html'>A few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My family have left me unexpectedly, until TOMORROW NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;2. "On And On" by All Saints and "Are 'Friends' Electric" by Gary Numan/Tubeway Army are BRILLIANT.&lt;br /&gt;3. Off to spend my night blasting the above and watching Season 1 of The Simple Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-298054543975251420?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/298054543975251420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=298054543975251420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/298054543975251420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/298054543975251420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/yes-they-are.html' title='Yes they are'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-8744084074105063569</id><published>2007-01-02T19:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T18:55:52.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remind me to buy more shoes. More shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-8744084074105063569?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8744084074105063569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=8744084074105063569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/8744084074105063569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/8744084074105063569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-only-one-whos-sad-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4401482802989840671</id><published>2007-01-01T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T18:55:38.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toute Sweet</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I have a major crush on Rick Santorum. This isn't new, though, is it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4401482802989840671?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4401482802989840671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4401482802989840671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4401482802989840671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4401482802989840671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/toute-sweet.html' title='Toute Sweet'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-3901139739726322926</id><published>2007-01-01T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T01:34:10.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's bring in the new year right</title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;Fantastic&lt;/I&gt; night. Slight indigestion from too much grape juice mixed with spicy Doritos aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's horoscope says: Start the New Year off with a clean slate. Forgive your enemies. Make a reasonable resolution and later in the week you will be inspired to change the things that have held you back in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, this year has taught me that I can't let go of anything. My slate has so much writing on it, some things are hard to decipher. And another thing--I will &lt;B&gt;never&lt;/B&gt; forgive my enemies, or my potential enemies, or anyone that has done me wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's resolutions will be here later in the day. Lots of stuff to dream about tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-3901139739726322926?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3901139739726322926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=3901139739726322926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/3901139739726322926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/3901139739726322926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-bring-in-new-year-right.html' title='Let&apos;s bring in the new year right'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-5041473674568534219</id><published>2006-12-30T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T18:56:46.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A real man would have bought me flowers.</title><content type='html'>Christmas: Pink Creative Zen Vision: M 30GB, Sennheiser headphones, scarf, book, flashlights, candy, makeup, Pepsi polo, Pepsi hoodie, ETC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: One of my dogs got put to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: On the rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exist, everyone's more important than me, I don't give enough, I'm cruel; what's next? I'm not waiting around to find out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later; I'm wiped and there's a cat with a fluffy tail outside that I simply MUST find! Prada? Hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-5041473674568534219?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5041473674568534219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=5041473674568534219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/5041473674568534219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/5041473674568534219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/real-man-would-have-bought-me-flowers.html' title='A real man would have bought me flowers.'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-2468625702710572087</id><published>2006-12-24T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T23:12:40.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crimbo Eve</title><content type='html'>I had a dream about being at some kind of mountain resort; I was surrounded by Pepsi men and they were good and evil. One of them was "good" but would only give me information if I gave my body to him. Another was just bad. Sigh, is this how I really feel about Pepsi men?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Eve: I'm hoping for REALLY GOOD STUFF. The food will at least be fantastic. Faaaaantastic. Especially MY COOKIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if it would simply snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-2468625702710572087?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2468625702710572087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=2468625702710572087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/2468625702710572087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/2468625702710572087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/crimbo-eve.html' title='Crimbo Eve'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-7814388502721151167</id><published>2006-12-22T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T17:38:17.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of pace</title><content type='html'>I'm switching my major to Homeland Security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New scenery, new goals, new requirements. New people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-7814388502721151167?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7814388502721151167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=7814388502721151167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7814388502721151167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7814388502721151167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/change-of-pace.html' title='Change of pace'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4496856114375557386</id><published>2006-12-20T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T19:05:30.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have to live up to my ego, I guess</title><content type='html'>So, I'm almost officially in a rut. I had a nightmare last night and it came true (not surprisingly; my dreams often come true for some reason). I suppose it's best for everyone. That's really all I can say on the subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally been in contact with some people from the college (everyone EXCEPT my professor) and my options are basically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Send in a letter, asking to have my aid continued, even though I won't meet my full-time status this year.&lt;br /&gt;o Take a summer course for the three credits that I need to meet my full-time status.&lt;br /&gt;o Just give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I will apparently be able to take courses this spring, which is a relief. I think that I will most likely just take a course this summer. Probably Speech or a math course, since those are required. I'm getting in touch with my academic advisor regarding which math courses I have to take; it's been so long since I've had my enrollment testing, I have no clue. I will have enough money, what with my large Cube paychecks and what's left from my financial aid. So, I think I'll be okay as far as that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the day networking. I have a few things going..I'll settle out. Just as long as I'm not alone for a few days. Furthermore, my Secret Santa GREATLY ENJOYED her gifts, so I'm chuffed about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make more cookies tonight because everyone is obsessed with them. Secret sugar cookie ingredient: nutmeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much are you worth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4496856114375557386?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4496856114375557386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4496856114375557386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4496856114375557386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4496856114375557386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-to-live-up-to-my-ego-i-guess.html' title='Have to live up to my ego, I guess'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-5898504917333032342</id><published>2006-12-19T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:54:50.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipping down and back again</title><content type='html'>We've finally mostly decorated our tree today. Out of all of our live Christmas trees we've ever had, this one is the hurtiest. It makes my fingers just hurt so badly, and then the needles fall out, like it wants me to also step on them! I don't know whether or not my tree will go up in my room. I haven't really felt up to it, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/9544/47911bedx0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go see &lt;B&gt;Eragon&lt;/B&gt;. It has Sienna Guillory in it, who played Jill Valentine in RE: A. MUST VIEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing some searching about unrequited love on Wiki, which led to obsessive love. According to Wiki, here's what breeds it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Leisure&lt;br /&gt;o Education&lt;br /&gt;o Feelings of vulnerability&lt;br /&gt;o Inflated opinion of oneself&lt;br /&gt;o Particular childhood experiences&lt;br /&gt;o Feelings of being special&lt;br /&gt;o Inequality between the lover and beloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all really interesting to me. It says that regression therapy is the best cure. To be honest, regression therapy is crap. Guess I'm stuck with being in love with a man who won't have me! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to BBC: Aspects of obsessive compulsive disorder can also be found in those experiencing lovesickness, such as preoccupation and obsessively checking for text messages and e-mails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I check for texts constantly! Though, not from him. :( I wish he'd text me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a five-hour nap this evening, and I'm ready for more soon. I've been dead tired lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/1340/emma20bunton3xj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so under pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-5898504917333032342?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5898504917333032342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=5898504917333032342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/5898504917333032342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/5898504917333032342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/slipping-down-and-back-again.html' title='Slipping down and back again'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-7362518790804147539</id><published>2006-12-18T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:14:27.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, assholes</title><content type='html'>A FEW THINGS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I failed science and therefore I think I've lost my financial aid and that means I'll have to leave college for forever and probably become a maid or something. :( &lt;br /&gt;2.) Geek Squad guys? Uh, Hell &lt;I&gt;yes&lt;/I&gt; son!&lt;br /&gt;3.) Chili's is stillllllllll yummu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img503.imageshack.us/img503/7918/437x140bgepguides2uw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the Julies can teach me their previous trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I failed science. I'm devastated. Like, really depressed. I begged my professor to move my grade up the &lt;B&gt;two percentage points&lt;/B&gt; that it needed and she still wouldn't do it. This makes me extremely SAD because, like I said, I'm 99.9% sure that I'll be put on financial aid suspension. Argh. Not only that, but I'll have to add another class to my schedule somehow in order to be full-time. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Cranberry today..it worked out better than we thought. Though my mother almost punched the manager at the store we went to. That manager was a huge bitch. She was like, "It was your &lt;B&gt;choice&lt;/B&gt; to shop here, your &lt;B&gt;choice.&lt;/B&gt; You &lt;B&gt;chose&lt;/B&gt; to shop here." No shit, you twat. We didn't choose to receive defective products, though, or pay $40 to have the defective products shipped to us only to have to drive to the store anyway. But there was this really awesome Geek Squad guy..holy shit, I have a new fetish. Well, I used to really be into geeky guys, and then I kind of liked the whole "jock type," but now I think I'm back into nerds. This guy was so nice, he went and got this paper that said that they had to give us a brand new product and stuff. (I'd give more details but this concerns my brother's Christmas present and he may be reading this.) Then this other guy, who was the head of his department, his name was Joe, and holy shit..even geekier than the Geek Squad guy, but so cute. And so damn nice. They were all nice except for the manager, I swear that bitch needs reamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Kohl's and I got some of those Sakura Christmas cat plates that match my mugs. I also bought more of the mugs, but I'll prooobably return them (I thought they were different than the ones I currently have). Ummmm, then I went to Jo-Ann's and didn't get anything. Went to Chili's. Got my usual (Fajita Quesadillas--chicken--don't forget the guacamole) and it was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben had his hockey playoffs tonight. His team came in second, but they got these trophies and they're really nice.  He was annoyed that he lost, but he did really well. He's pretty good. PRETTTTTTY GOOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ, I'm feeling down on myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/5759/coulterdrudgezz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Matt and Ann would tell me to keep going. And uh..I'm sure that guy with the bra would, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-7362518790804147539?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7362518790804147539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=7362518790804147539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7362518790804147539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7362518790804147539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-assholes.html' title='Merry Christmas, assholes'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4859504652693577599</id><published>2006-12-17T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:50:51.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At least there will be plenty implied.</title><content type='html'>Overall, it was a pretty decent weekend. I got some money, socks, lipgloss, picture frames, gift cards...good stuff. I do believe that my cousins adore me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather shafted me but I don't care; he'll drop dead any day now anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have most of my grades back now. A in English, C in Health (??), C in History. How the fuck..did I get a C in &lt;I&gt;Health?&lt;/I&gt; And how did I get a C in &lt;I&gt;History???&lt;/I&gt; Arggghhh whatever. The most torturous grade isn't up yet, I'm still praying that I'll get a passing grade in Science. My grades for this semester are such shit. But I mean, English went well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week until Christmas Eve! Soooo excited. Tomorrow we're going to Cranberry, doing something regarding Ben's present..fun stuff? Maybe we'll get Boston Market! Woo! Tuesday I'm getting my hair done, and probably having lunch or something with my aunt. Wednesday is up in the air, Thursday is up..taking Ben to Lori's, I reckon. Friday-Sunday is CHRISTMAS STUFF! and then Monday is THE BIG DAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img265.imageshack.us/img265/9155/ganicola4taox8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think I care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4859504652693577599?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4859504652693577599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4859504652693577599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4859504652693577599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4859504652693577599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/at-least-there-will-be-plenty-implied.html' title='At least there will be plenty implied.'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-7664755187069096572</id><published>2006-12-16T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:33:53.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NO</title><content type='html'>Gawd, my feet &lt;I&gt;hurt&lt;/I&gt;. So does my back. Santa, I've been so good, doing all this baking and cleaning..surely you'll give me all that I want for Christmas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ben left for school, Mother and I immediately left for the bank. Mega crowded. Giant Eagle. Slightly less crowded but still PRETTY CROWDED. I got my Secret Santa some cheez whiz and crackers. No, that's not all I got her..that's just PART OF IT. I'm a great SS, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam's Club. I saw an old teacher from fifth grade. He was the absolute best. Nobody really liked him, but since I was always a teacher's pet..don't think he recognized me, though, SAD. Got salad and pizza and those yummy dinner rolls I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came home and I've just been baking and cleaning and packing ever since. Tomorrow we're leaving to go to my aunt's, then Sunday we'll be at my uncle's. Can I just say that I really dislike going to my aunt's? She and her boyfriend both smoke a lot, and they smoke &lt;B&gt;inside&lt;/B&gt;, and it just makes me so sick. They have kids for Christ's sake. I can't stand people who smoke around babies and young children. Execute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img324.imageshack.us/img324/1446/02maincl4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel about going to my aunt's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part about being at my aunt's is their bathroom. My uncle has this remodeling business, and he's really good at what he does. He did their bathroom, and it looks great. However--their door? It has &lt;B&gt;no lock.&lt;/B&gt; Furthermore, the &lt;B&gt;door doesn't even have a doorknob that works.&lt;/B&gt; The doorknob doesn't move. It's just..decoration. The door swings open at a WHIM. You can't piss and relax, it has to be a hassle. The fact that I'm on my period just gives me great stress, because I know that I'll be trying to change my pad and my cousin will shove open the door, "TEEHEE BIG JOKE!" :( I don't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish watching Season 4 of Bad Girls before I leave, MUST GO. I probably won't post until I get back on Sunday, so, CHEERS, DARLINGS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-7664755187069096572?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7664755187069096572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=7664755187069096572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7664755187069096572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7664755187069096572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/no.html' title='NO'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-6385895255939288307</id><published>2006-12-14T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:44:16.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day.</title><content type='html'>God, what a day. Not only did I get virtually jack all done (did get some laundry and sorts done, but who cares) but I got BURNED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, my mother loves The Office. That TV show. She found out about it online somehow, downloaded all the past seasons, and is now caught up. She has been looking forward to the Christmas special (tonight) for TWO WEEKS. She sits down to watch it, and what does my brother do? Everything he possibly can to prevent it from happening! He kept telling her to turn it down, he wouldn't stop talking, he stood in front of the TV, he got my father involved (and my father..takes my brother's side no matter what. My brother could have just stabbed me and my father would take his side.) The kicker was when my cousin kept calling. She called once and my mother said to leave it. She called again and Ben said, "Answer that."&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm watching my show."&lt;br /&gt;"Then I'll answer it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he answers it, and even though I told him THREE TIMES not to give the phone to my mom, and my mother even mouthed "NO!" over and over, he gave it to her. What the fuck? There is something wrong with him..he's just so damn abusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she didn't get to watch it. And she's crying. And Ben is on some rant about wanting to go to hockey practice. Ben, you're very unpopular around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I baked some cookies and got really burnt. :( My hand hurts badly. :'( It's terrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did finish downloading season four of Bad Girls. Otherwise, it's been an awful day. I just feel like shit. The fact that I'm stuck going to my aunt's on Saturday and my uncle's on Sunday just makes me feel a million times worse. Christ, I need to revamp my life. I've felt mega lonely all day which just amplifies it. ARGH. Blister on my skin. Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-6385895255939288307?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6385895255939288307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=6385895255939288307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/6385895255939288307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/6385895255939288307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad-day.html' title='Bad day.'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4186070385410122204</id><published>2006-12-14T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T18:57:49.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TIM</title><content type='html'>To clear up any doubts, I'm going to set things straight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart the Pepsi man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4186070385410122204?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4186070385410122204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4186070385410122204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4186070385410122204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4186070385410122204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/tim.html' title='TIM'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-1645542908247856905</id><published>2006-12-13T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:25:23.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those high heels are not your friend</title><content type='html'>Here's my day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Went to Scrapbook Superstation; bought 3 packs of rub-ons that were half price. They're Heidi Swapp, too, VERY NICE! Two pinks and one black. One pink and the black are the same alphabet, then one pink is this little alphabet..so cute!&lt;br /&gt;o Planned on stopping at Michael's, but I had a pretty bad headache so I went home.&lt;br /&gt;o Did the massive pile of laundry that was on my floor, sold some of my textbooks online ($$!), decided not to make any Christmas cards this year and just send out the ones that I bought (too overwhelming at this point).&lt;br /&gt;o Ate dinner (taco salad and a Sprite from Wendy's).&lt;br /&gt;o Fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix some Animal Crossing in there..that's about it. Oh, and Ben won his hockey game tonight, so he's &lt;B&gt;going to the playoffs!&lt;/B&gt; We're all pretty excited about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you aware that one week from Sunday is Christmas Eve? And I haven't sent out my Secret Santa gift, or Hell, even &lt;I&gt;bought&lt;/I&gt; half of my gifts yet? Terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I start baking, we get our Christmas tree, I put my fake tree up in my bedroom (really, this time I'm serious, honestly here) and I just generally collapse. This is the stretch, guys. THE HOLIDAY STRETCH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, though. Really tired. Gonk. Of course you're better than my last boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-1645542908247856905?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1645542908247856905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=1645542908247856905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1645542908247856905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1645542908247856905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/those-high-heels-are-not-your-friend.html' title='Those high heels are not your friend'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-2523099613836700581</id><published>2006-12-12T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:43:26.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention, comradesky: SUCCESS!</title><content type='html'>I did my finals. They were OKAY, I think. My science professor was proctoring. Eee. I really hope everything's fine with that course. I am praying and begging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I don't have to study anymore (hell yes, son), I can spend my days: playing Animal Crossing, eating pumpkin ice cream, and CLEANING. Typical female figure, right? So why haven't any men claimed me? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, tomorrow will probably consist of me making the few Christmas cards that I'm going to be making, clearing out the spot for the Christmas tree in the living room, clearing out the spot for the Christmas tree in my bedroom, buying some Christmas presents, and maybe getting my scrapbook totes out of the dining room. (Laffo, like that'll ever happen.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I did my finals?! :) x 92348204802!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-2523099613836700581?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2523099613836700581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=2523099613836700581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/2523099613836700581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/2523099613836700581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/attention-comradesky-success.html' title='Attention, comradesky: SUCCESS!'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4181963526373807031</id><published>2006-12-12T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T13:32:51.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a hero</title><content type='html'>Actually, I probably just need a couple of Klonopin. My nerves are shot today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go in to take some tests..whether or not I pass science lays solely on this final. How can, like, three hours cause me so much panic? Seriously, these are only going to take me about three hours, yet I've been thinking about them nonstop for weeks now. Not only that, but I had literally two hours of sleep last night, couldn't eat lunch, and feel like I'm going to puke up breakfast. And the thing is, hopefully, in twelve hours these will be over and I'll be sleeping in peace. Well, I might not be. I have to admit, there are other problems besides the exams that are upsetting me..but right now it's what I have to focus on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have to look forward to in order to get myself through these next sevenish hours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Christmas baking this week&lt;br /&gt;o Sending out Christmas cards on Friday&lt;br /&gt;o No more school until January 11&lt;br /&gt;o Selling my textbooks and using the money to buy stuff (hello, loan funds are used for books!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Almighty Republican Speaker in that GOP Paradise in the Sky:&lt;br /&gt;Please let me get at least a B on each of my finals. Please. I am willing to get a C on one of them if I can just get a B in science. I need to pass that course or I will lose everything. I promise to be good for the rest of the year. Also; please make me stop feeling so nervous. I can't stand up without feeling super dizzy. Ta v much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh. Going to pretend I'm Tanya Turner. What would Tanya Turner do? She'd probably hire someone to take the exams for her. :/ Okay, I'll use Tanya's attitude, at least. I'm fabulous, &lt;I&gt;darling&lt;/I&gt;, and my husband Jason will love me no matter what I do. &lt;B&gt;Sigh.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/1979/fwsamedress02ic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love me, they really love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4181963526373807031?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4181963526373807031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4181963526373807031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4181963526373807031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4181963526373807031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-need-hero.html' title='I need a hero'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-3531580634778986826</id><published>2006-12-12T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:47:42.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Accusations</title><content type='html'>What would Tanya Turner do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't take a night of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/9937/zoelucker44hp0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you want me to be afraid to talk to you, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-3531580634778986826?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3531580634778986826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=3531580634778986826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/3531580634778986826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/3531580634778986826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/accusations.html' title='Accusations'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4003863743604718087</id><published>2006-12-10T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:42:02.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>International Kelline</title><content type='html'>Finals tomorrow = end of my first college semester&lt;br /&gt;Biggest research paper of my life due tomorrow with me having virtually nothing done on it = me failing my first college semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm baking all week. We're not having our usual Cookie Baking Weekend with my aunt's family; instead, I'm baking a ton of cookies and we're giving some to them. Happy holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow no longer exists this year. Weather is going to be 50s, rain, all through my birthday. My birthday is in August--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Matt Drudge now and he's playing my requests, baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, the snow sticks to the ground on AC:WW; I'm &lt;B&gt;chuffed&lt;/B&gt;. I can't wait for Bad Girls Season 4 to download. I can't wait until my finals are over so I can live again. I can't wait until this research paper aces itself and I win the Drudgitzer (the Matt Drudge version of the Pulitzer). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired and so swamped and I need a cruise to Poland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4003863743604718087?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4003863743604718087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4003863743604718087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4003863743604718087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4003863743604718087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/international-kelline.html' title='International Kelline'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-2190373662988584512</id><published>2006-12-09T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T22:28:15.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second encounter</title><content type='html'>I should have realized that I couldn't avoid him forever. I thought that maybe he'd forget about me; that I was just another little thing on the side to keep him from having to stay in and watch TV on a Friday night. I was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been avoiding the place where I first met him. Figuring that it was safe, I started including it in my list of daily haunts again. Big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the second night of me being back. I was talking to a peer and I felt a tap on my shoulder. I knew it was him before I turned around. I could smell his aftershave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello. I thought I would find you here." He smiled at me and gave me a once-over. I was starting to get that feeling in my stomach again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey. I haven't been avoiding you, I've just been really busy with stuff." I was lying through my teeth. He could tell, but he was gracious enough not to let on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we talk? There's a place next door that has some great mozzarella sticks." I smirked at his blue-collar tendencies. I couldn't help but find it endearing. Was he doing it on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place next door was all that was promised. It did have some good appetizers, and he shocked me by getting a Coke instead of a beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about college, Christmas (he's hoping for a GPS system), and Matt Drudge. He is a fan, though he hardly listens. He wants to borrow my copy of &lt;U&gt;Drudge Manifesto&lt;/U&gt; when I'm done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started pressing subjects from before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When are you going to be my intern?" I couldn't answer. I knew what he was really asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm kind of..promised to someone." &lt;br /&gt;"Who?"&lt;br /&gt;"He's not from around here."&lt;br /&gt;"If he's not here with you, then he's not worth a damn minute of your time. Why would you waste your time with a guy who doesn't want to be around you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached across the table, in the dimly lit room, and touched the side of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm divorcing my wife. I want you to be my intern."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed the paper. He dropped me off at the college. He kissed me. I have to find out if he's really getting divorced or not. You never know with people of his occupation. They're so sleazy. So..sleazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-2190373662988584512?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2190373662988584512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=2190373662988584512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/2190373662988584512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/2190373662988584512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/second-encounter.html' title='Second encounter'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4485852597463777215</id><published>2006-12-07T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:18:10.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's enoug [sic] to drive you crazy if you let it</title><content type='html'>Lack of updates--sorry for, also sorry to make this short, I have been running myself crazy here. Hint: he's out to get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few points. &lt;a href="http://kdka.com/topstories/local_story_341184846.html"&gt;Rick gave his farewell speech.&lt;/a&gt; That makes me BEYOND SAD. He also said that Bob Casey is a good guy..Rick, don't! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/4306/200603151040306645cy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/4575/santorummanondogsy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks SO YOUNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/5031/santorumve5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget who that other guy is; ignore, LOOK AT RICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having a blizzard here in Butler, with 8 inches expecting overnight! Okay, it's nothing to what we usually get..but last year we got hardly anything, so this is pretty spectacular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, season 3 of Bad Girls also downloaded, so I'll be away for a long time. Actually, I'll probably stay up all night watching. Shell Dockley killed Jim Fenner--or DID SHE? And it's over between Helen and Nikki. Can't stop watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the Christmas songs, they're off indefinitely. Just go download some S Club 7 and A*Teens Christmas tunes, or some Jim Brickman, and you'll be FINE. Oh god, WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO JIM FENNER? What will happen to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4485852597463777215?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4485852597463777215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4485852597463777215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4485852597463777215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4485852597463777215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-enoug-to-drive-you-crazy-if-you-let.html' title='It&apos;s enoug [sic] to drive you crazy if you let it'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-9079824258941706535</id><published>2006-12-04T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:57:42.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>This has been an easy Monday. I studied, I wrapped presents, I made homemade gift tags. I cleaned. I read more of &lt;U&gt;Inkspell&lt;/U&gt;. I installed Firefox because Internet Explorer has been crapping out. I bought stuff for my Secret Santa. I showered and painted my nails. I'm ready to do it all again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except it won't happen tomorrow. Plans have changed! Tomorrow I'm going with my mother to take my uncle out to eat. We're getting Chinese in New Castle. WHY NEW CASTLE? Butler has the best Chinese food IN THE WORLD. Don't pause to think about what I just said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother seriously freaked me out tonight. Every winter, she gets this terrible cough. She saw a doctor about it last year and he didn't do anything, so now she won't go see anyone. She was talking to her brother on the phone, and all I heard her say was something like, "Our air ducts do need cleaned..they haven't been cleaned in god knows how long. Can you imagine how much stuff is in them? That probably is why I cough like this." &lt;B&gt;Hello, freaking out!&lt;/B&gt; I have this big fear of mold and all this stuff, and I've told her ages ago to get the vents cleaned out..but does she listen? No! And our basement is all moldy..oh god! I seriously need to move out before I have a nervous breakdown from mold taking over my brain. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Emily told me something amusing today regarding 75-100 snails..I'm still laughing. She's a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filefactory.com/file/c6175b/"&gt;Pet Shop Boys: It Doesn't Often Snow At Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filefactory.com/file/b453b4/"&gt;Elton John: Step Into Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton John = yuck, but this song is a classic for my holiday season. Pet Shop Boys are love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-9079824258941706535?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/9079824258941706535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=9079824258941706535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/9079824258941706535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/9079824258941706535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-1212531067014953371</id><published>2006-12-03T23:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:13:06.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt Drudge x 383839929</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to the Matt Drudge show at the moment. Can I please just say that I'm falling madly in love with him? I love the little remix songs he makes, and I love the little skits he makes, and I LOVE how he dissed Jon Stewart. My mother is a big Jon Stewart/Stephen Colbert fan, and to hear Drudge talk about these two men..it's just like a religious experience. MATT, YOU'VE BROUGHT HAPPINESS TO MY NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a little bit of snow this evening. Pleasing..I'm hoping for something that accumulates, though. It's supposed to snow overnight (I'm staying hopeful, don't laugh at me) so maybe I'll get lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally going through some of the stacks of books in my bedroom. I'm reading &lt;U&gt;Inkspell&lt;/U&gt; now, which is the sequel to &lt;U&gt;Inkheart&lt;/U&gt;. Brilliant books, both of them. After that, I can move on to &lt;U&gt;Ellis Island Interviews&lt;/U&gt;, &lt;U&gt;All Politics Is Local&lt;/U&gt;, &lt;U&gt;A Hitler Youth In Poland&lt;/U&gt;, &lt;U&gt;Cell&lt;/U&gt;, and many more! I think I will be occupied this vacation. Speaking of which; finals, officially one week, NERVOUS YET EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start juggling domestics with school again, and figure on making this KITCHEN WEEK. Maybe also HALLWAY WEEK. My nails are getting really long though, so I need to be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is going to be one thing after the other. Busssssssyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-I'll post two Xmas tracks tomorrow; remind me to make one of them the Pet Shop Boys one. My Internet is like so slow tonight. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-1212531067014953371?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1212531067014953371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=1212531067014953371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1212531067014953371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1212531067014953371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/matt-drudge-x-383839929.html' title='Matt Drudge x 383839929'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-5388075247205650614</id><published>2006-12-02T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T21:49:31.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Calendar Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.filefactory.com/file/4cc1ae/"&gt;Trans-Siberian Orchestra: Wizards In Winter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has a really gay title, but it's prettttty hep. I like TSO for Christmas. Well, except for the songs where they sing. Bleh. The guy has this..voice. It's bad. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze my tits off today, but still no snow! I'm getting really antsy, as it was supposed to snow last night; now they're saying not until TOMORROW night. It's a travesty is what it is. I'm hoping that I wake up tomorrow to the traditional 5 feet of snow, as required by Butler, PA laws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is going to be megggga busy. I have to study for finals, then I have like the biggest research paper of my life due. We're taking my uncle out somewhere for his birthday on Wednesday (but it's a SURPRISE so don't tell). Then next weekend we're going to that light show in Pittsburgh, which is basically the official start of the festivities for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been talking politics at all, which is appalling..oh, there was one thing I wanted to show y'ens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/7900/72386896yn7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this mask. It's a Jack Abramoff mask that some Dems were wearing to protest his corruption..WHATEVER. I want one for my own personal use. I NEED ONE. Argh. They probably burned them all, crazy libtards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-5388075247205650614?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5388075247205650614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=5388075247205650614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/5388075247205650614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/5388075247205650614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/advent-calendar-day-two.html' title='Advent Calendar Day Two'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4260092773364840269</id><published>2006-12-01T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T20:40:45.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy December!</title><content type='html'>Quick note: new Emma Bunton CD has been leaked; uh, hell &lt;I&gt;yes&lt;/I&gt; son! It's A++++++++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/7202/285300ol8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. December 1st, and I'm chuffed at the prospect of snow. It's been raining way too much, and after being nearly blown away, a nice blanket of snow is what I need to wrap myself up in. Seriously. Being from the Pittsburgh area, I can wrap myself in snow and be completely warm! It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to finish off my Landfill Decomposition project for Environmental Science today..GAG. It was all moldy and smelled terrible. It had decomposed crackers and all sorts in it. I better do really well in this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: I finally got my paycheck today! But it was made out to Kelly McIntyre (??). I'd say that they have it in for me, but the managing editor is too nice for that. Sigh. I have to return the check and get a new one. Here's to hoping there's a billion dollar bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, today's the day I start uploading Christmas songs. To start the month off right, we'll have to get into the Girls Aloud Christmas music. Included as a bonus disc to their Chemistry album, it had seven catchy little Christmas tunes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filefactory.com/file/f361db/"&gt;Girls Aloud - Merry Xmas Everybody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;File Factory link. Go on, do it. For me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be more thorough tomorrow. I have to go back out into the wind to test the pH of the rain for yet another science project. WHY DID I SIGN UP FOR THIS COURSE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4260092773364840269?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4260092773364840269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4260092773364840269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4260092773364840269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4260092773364840269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-december.html' title='Happy December!'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-2678655414556522442</id><published>2006-11-30T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:23:00.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last of November</title><content type='html'>Starting to see what I've been missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, right. Today's weather was downright spring-like, and I'm thinking of lobbying someone about it. I don't know &lt;I&gt;who&lt;/I&gt;, but I'll find someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonmorrow I start posting Christmas tunes for download, isn't that great? I'll tell you who else is great: Kelli Ali. Perfect for getting through those should-I-or-shouldn't-I? times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/3848/kelli20ali202qx8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a chav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration for the spring Scrapaway has opened; they've raised the prices. Who wants to contribute to my fund? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is so here-and-there, my thoughts are scattered tonight. There seems to be a lot of pressure on all fronts lately. I'll get my break soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;December tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-2678655414556522442?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/2678655414556522442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=2678655414556522442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/2678655414556522442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/2678655414556522442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-of-november.html' title='Last of November'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-8956196431971509062</id><published>2006-11-28T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:12:17.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't panic</title><content type='html'>I know that many of you out there were sleepless last night due to my lack of blogging; believe me, not my fault! For some reason, my Internet was &lt;I&gt;connected&lt;/I&gt; (as in, I was getting like mega-high bitrate on Shareaza) but I couldn't open any webpages. It was awful, to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk current events! I got my first Christmas card today, it's been snowing on Animal Crossing: Wild World, and finals are TWO WEEKS. So excited. Here's to hoping I do well in science. At least moderately well. Please. Ugh, I so wish my professor was a guy so I could get out the old seduction shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, other current events? Well, &lt;a href="http://kdka.com/local/local_story_332140729.html"&gt;someone in New Castle had her house blown up while she was on vacation.&lt;/a&gt; My cousin actually saw this after it had happened, and she said that it was quite a sight. According to the news, they don't know what happened yet. So it just..randomly blew up? Poor woman. The only consolation I can find is that people around here are extremely charitable, and we all rush to help one another in times like these--especially when it comes to donating to a.) church funds, b.) turkey drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second news story of the night: &lt;a href="http://www.breitbart.com/news/2006/11/28/D8LMC4600.html"&gt;a judge has decided that paper money isn't fair to the blind, and now the treasury has to revamp our currency.&lt;/a&gt; Uh, I don't want to seem insensitive..oh, who am I kidding? I'm not politically correct in the least. Look, this is insane. My grandfather's girlfriend is "legally blind" but she can see money just fine. And she can just sniff the money if she can't see it. Golddigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Castro is not well enough to celebrate his birthday! I'm laffoing. Of course, I doubt they have Dairy Queens over there, so birthdays wouldn't be worth celebrating anyways..poor Cuba. :( Don't worry, Cuba: as soon as your current leader dies, we will be right over with ICE CREAM CAKES. That would be a great way to win a war. I think it would work, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, two days until December. On December 1st, I am putting my Christmas tree up and wearing my Santa hat out in public. I do it in a cute sort of way, with little pigtails. God, I probably look like a twat. Such is life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/7651/xmas1im4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supposed to be a Christmas shot, but it looks..err..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-8956196431971509062?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8956196431971509062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=8956196431971509062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/8956196431971509062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/8956196431971509062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-panic.html' title='Don&apos;t panic'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-8030223852982868973</id><published>2006-11-26T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T19:00:24.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm day</title><content type='html'>So, I've started buying my textbooks. What a waste of money. I mean, I looked at the breakdown of my courses..and there's this thing called a "learning fee" that's like, $60 for a three credit course. Why? I have an idea: this money could be used as a deposit on a rental textbook that the college lets students use. The majority of my peers seem to buy their books from their college bookstores--&lt;B&gt;why?&lt;/B&gt; I almost exclusively buy mine from Amazon or Textbooksrus.com, because I find that it's a lot cheaper that way. Especially Amazon. I can get a book for $4 on Amazon that would be $60 at the college, no joke. This has happened to me at least three times so far. The college estimate for books is something outrageous like $400 per semester, while I manage to pay about $150 by buying online. College bookstores are such a gimmick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super chuffed, as finals are..about two weeks away! I'm actually really looking forward to getting my loan refund check, because I know that I'll get more than I did last semester (so I'm aiming for around $250). Technically, I should use this towards paying back my loan..NAH. I'm going to probably use it to pay my mother back for whatever my current textbook money won't cover. I wish I'd just get the loan refund SOONER so that I could buy like ultimate awesome presents, you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know what I'm getting Ben; it's something he asked for. Getting my cats a deluxe cat tower with hammock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are getting things that I haven't picked out yet. My mother is getting what she always gets, along with something that she really wants but it's kind of pricey and she doesn't like spending money on herself. I have this great plan of taking all of my spare change to a Coinstar machine and getting an Amazon gift certificate from it, because my mother took in two bags of spare change the other day and got an Amazonie for $76.05. Pretty hot. Coinstar machines are dumb unless you get the gift certificates, because then they don't take any percentage out. Happy thought indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to eat at Chili's. Gawwwwd. That or Chinese. I've wanted Chinese for months. I always want Chili's. Oh someone help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-8030223852982868973?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/8030223852982868973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=8030223852982868973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/8030223852982868973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/8030223852982868973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/warm-day.html' title='Warm day'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-1852190991242592102</id><published>2006-11-25T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:37:28.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My evening with an undisclosed politician</title><content type='html'>About two weeks ago, I ran into a locally-well-known politician while I was making my rounds. Our eyes met and his smile exuded warmth; we pressed hands and the contrast between my small, soft hand and his rough, work-hardened hand set the pace of how our relationship would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made small chat, but that soon turned to things more intimate. I revealed that I had campaigned heartily for him, and his body tensed. Basically, he said that he wanted to thank me by taking me out sometime. He said that I seemed like a fine young (Republican) lady and he wanted to get to know me a little better, as a young voter demographic. I accepted. I gave him my number and he said that he would get back to me. I never expected to hear from him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days ago, he called me and said that he wanted to see me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you busy on Friday night?" he asked me. I was a little bit surprised; he sounded like a young man about to ask a girl out to prom.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fairly sure I can pencil you in," I bantered back. I could almost hear his relief. He told me that he would pick me up at 6 and we would go to eat somewhere. Who knows where that would lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I nervous? Of course I was. This was a man that I looked up to..not only was he my hero, but hell, I dreamed about him. I decided to be brave about this, because I mean, &lt;I&gt;he&lt;/I&gt; is the one that asked &lt;I&gt;me&lt;/I&gt;, right? I realized that he was probably more nervous about making a good impression. Maybe not. You never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore prep-casual that night. You know, my usual. I did pull out a khaki skirt, though. Not too mini, about a few inches above my knees. A ribbon for a belt. Pink and brown striped Hilfiger polo shirt. My GOP charm bracelet. Hair pulled up in a clip. I did wear heels, though they weren't stilettos. They were more..chunky-practical. Very classy, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what first impression I made on him, because I couldn't see his face when I got in his car. He did comment that I looked good, but his head was out the window. Smoking a cigarette. I was starting to feel like a prostitute. I closed my legs tight and smoothed out my skirt. "Where are we going, exactly?"&lt;br /&gt;"Beacon Hotel." Ahh, the Beacon Hotel. I've heard of this joint. Let's hope this is just where we're eating and he's not planning on pulling a move. We drive in silence. I start to question my decision to accept this rendevouz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get there, and he surprises me by opening the car door so I can get out. This is when his manner towards me started to warm. I was at ease again. He was such a gentleman; holding open doors and even holding my seat out for me. I was very charmed. He ordered himself a glass of Pinot--I naturally declined and had some ginger ale instead. He ordered steak, "somewhere between medium rare and done," I ordered a chicken caesar salad with ranch dressing. We split breadsticks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started talking about the last election. He said that he didn't pour a lot of money into it because he knew that he would win anyway. He quickly interjected that it was because of people like me, however, that he ended up keeping his seat. He periodically would rest his hand on mine to accent certain words; he would let it linger and then retreat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed and talked for hours. We actually got kicked out of the Beacon Hotel, as they closed at 10 and we were staying past closing. We continued the discussion out in the car. I told him about myself, and he was delighted to know that I'm going to college in Butler. He asked me to intern for him. I said I would consider it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove home, with an odd, mutual feeling. Maybe it was some sort of respect that we had earned for each other (his respect for me would be the respect that an elder feels for a child, while my respect would be the respect that one feels when you realize that something you worship is actually a living, human thing). We were silent until about five minutes from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will intern for me, won't you? I'd really like you to."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled into my driveway and we sat in silence. It was awkward, but a good awkward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I don't really know what to say." So he kissed me. And I kissed him back. It was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of the car and he drove away. He called me twice this morning, but I didn't answer. He has a wife and children. I can't ruin a family, even if I have been declaring all along that I would if I could. I guess I really do have to find somebody my own age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-1852190991242592102?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1852190991242592102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=1852190991242592102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1852190991242592102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1852190991242592102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-evening-with-undisclosed-politician.html' title='My evening with an undisclosed politician'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-3668712579017964675</id><published>2006-11-24T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:48:01.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>McCarthyism is a fetish of mine</title><content type='html'>I did a lot today; Black Friday shopping was &lt;I&gt;not&lt;/I&gt; included on my list. I did, however, touch up my "Master Gift List." That's right--be prepared to get gifts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a research paper the other day about Cold War propaganda. You know, Joseph McCarthy was a fine man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/2025/josephmccarthyci4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about a man talking into a microphone that gets me going. I'm not sure what it is..if the man is being political, it just intensifies the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to admire a man who roots out Communism. Especially one who looks as good as Joe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/5444/040408mccarthyhmed8ajpgsg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're a man but you're only a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't make men like that anymore. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest would have to be Sean Hannity and Matt Drudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/6530/drudge0508ea5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Matt would propose to me. Double sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-3668712579017964675?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3668712579017964675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=3668712579017964675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/3668712579017964675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/3668712579017964675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/mccarthyism-is-fetish-of-mine.html' title='McCarthyism is a fetish of mine'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-4691569566427072962</id><published>2006-11-23T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:43:55.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day</title><content type='html'>Well, I did better than last year. I mean, I'm not sitting here in absolute pain. Though, I did eat more pumpkin Twinkie dessert than I should have. But hey, what's Thanksgiving if not to binge on such things? Family togetherness? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a list of things that I'm thankful for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/7905/parishiltoncelibatezi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/4828/spotbumpersw9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Pepsi man&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/7664/dsc10009ia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Hilfiger polos&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/6681/girls20aloud20webue0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Girls Aloud&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/3861/175121largewy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Gucci stilettos&lt;/B&gt; (Actually, I like MOST stilettos..Prada and Versace and J. Choos are also acceptable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/9382/santorum20921le6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Rick Santorum&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable mentions: Tanya Turner, Jack Abramoff, Sean Hannity..okay, I'm thankful for everything. EVERYTHING. Except, like, carpal tunnel syndrome and split nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's ready for Christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-4691569566427072962?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/4691569566427072962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=4691569566427072962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4691569566427072962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/4691569566427072962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-day.html' title='Thanksgiving Day'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-347066173824327516</id><published>2006-11-22T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:09:46.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I saw my crush today. We made eye contact. Oh god. He was talking on his cell phone, as usual. He'll never love me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending the entire night: baking! Yes, I am making pies and Twinkie desserts and all sorts of goodness. 3WS is playing awesome Xmas tunes and I'm just loving it. Speaking of which; starting on December 1st, I'm going to start posting my favorite Christmas songs for everyone to download. What an incentive, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/5938/fwgameoo0.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget how to make thumbnails, so click &lt;a href="http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/5453/fwgamefp3.png"&gt;here for the larger image.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why they made Kyle look like Hugh Grant..but I suppose it's a step in the right direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this fabulous FW image. Go play the Footballers' Wive$ &lt;a href="http://www.bbcamerica.com/genre/drama_mysteries/footballers_wives/footballers_wives_game.jsp"&gt;game&lt;/a&gt;. Well? Go on, then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving in advance. I'll be so off my tits, eating all that pie, who knows when I'll post again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-347066173824327516?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/347066173824327516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=347066173824327516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/347066173824327516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/347066173824327516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-5542709261497915616</id><published>2006-11-21T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:35:07.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As a brief add to tonight's post:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/5320/captb52ec06df39e45d8b50uf8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061122/ap_on_re_eu/poland_mine_accident"&gt;Poland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll be okay, won't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-5542709261497915616?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/5542709261497915616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=5542709261497915616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/5542709261497915616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/5542709261497915616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-brief-add-to-tonights-post.html' title='As a brief add to tonight&apos;s post:'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-1136761269619716092</id><published>2006-11-21T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:19:19.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Girls</title><content type='html'>As you all know, I love Footballers' Wive$. My favorite character is, of course, Tanya Turner, as played by Zoe Lucker. It turns out that she played a role (Tanya Turner) during a few episodes of another British show, &lt;B&gt;Bad Girls&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/3175/badgirlsttni7.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is &lt;I&gt;fantastic&lt;/I&gt;. It's not as good as FW, but I'd put it in second place. Yes, I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about the inside of a women's prison. There is bullying. If I went to prison, I think I would be top dog. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3070/badgirlsnikkitl1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the entire four episodes (one disc) in a day, when I should have been working on my outline. DAMN. I finished it just in time, though, don't you worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/6593/badgirlshelentr0.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, there aren't sex scenes..yet. There is kissing. And there are hot guys in uniform syfosyhf8y82094723047rwfs. Oh DOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm downloading all of the seasons. I will never get anything done. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-1136761269619716092?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1136761269619716092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=1136761269619716092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1136761269619716092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1136761269619716092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/bad-girls.html' title='Bad Girls'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-6022002051663920173</id><published>2006-11-19T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T17:43:42.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Santa Clause 3: I Love Martin Short</title><content type='html'>My brother has been whinging to go see a movie lately, so my mother finally gave in and took us to one. (I'm telling you, he's so spoiled from the summer--all those glorious free movie tickets from drinking Pepsi!) Ben wanted to see the James Bond movie, and my mother wanted to see Stranger Than Fiction. For some reason, they looked to me to decide what movie we would go see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img387.imageshack.us/img387/4197/jackfrost1fc5.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a glint in my eye, I made my choice: &lt;B&gt;The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben actually went along with it pretty well. He immediately recognized my idea (go see the movie for :laffo: purposes), though he was unaware of my deep, underlying desire to see Martin Short on the big screen. Ohhh, Martin Short. Ever since The Three Amigos, I've had this fantasy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so we went. I was surprised that we weren't the only people in the theater. There were about 8 other families, and these two mentally challenged men who sat in the front row. Okay, I'm sorry..I laughed when I heard and saw them walk in. I'm mean, I know. I'm not laughing at them, I'm laughing at the fact that these two grown men bought tickets together to see The Santa Clause 3, and when they bought the tickets, one of the men actually asked what time the movie would end. Durrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img387.imageshack.us/img387/9749/jackfrost2jh7.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Ben had to leave the theater twice to piss. I HELD IT. I CONTROLLED MYSELF. He always rags on me when I have to piss before bed, but he just..TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the movie. It was bad. The ending pissed me off. Curing Jack Frost's insane evil with a "warm hug" from a little girl? What the fuck? During the entire movie, Jack Frost basically destroyed the North Pole; setting it on fire (!!), freezing up the machines, making things explode (!), and almost making Mrs. Santa divorce Mr. Santa. Seriously, he pitted her in-laws against Santa. He was damn &lt;I&gt;evil&lt;/I&gt;. Then he froze some people, uh..took over the job as Santa, turned the North Pole into a resort..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img384.imageshack.us/img384/6062/jackfrost4jw6.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was all cured by a little girl giving him a hug?! I really doubt it. Really. Really really really. Because why would a hug do the trick? He is really close to people throughout the movie--wouldn't their body heat also melt his "frozen heart"? No sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just bitter that once he was thawed, he looked old. When he was Jack Frost, he had this awesome spiked up hair, this great blue suit, and this amazing attitude problem. Then he was thawed..and his hair turned brown and flat. I was appalled. During the movie, it was just me fantasizing about marrying Jack Frost. Suddenly, it was me thinking, "What the Christ, he looks like a total minger." They made him look like a MINGER! DAMN. He kept asking different people throughout the movie to be his "elf." Heh. Oh Jack. Annnnything for y--what the christ, minger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the movie had a second "touching" ending, with the Clauses showing off their baby, "Buddy." Buddy?! Yeah, The Santa Clause 4: Buddy Does Heroin. Buddy Drinks Faygo And Listens To ICP. Ughhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/3565/jackfrost3rc3.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Jack Frost causing trouble--because evil guys are &lt;B&gt;hot&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;o Jack Frost singing during his little North Pole Broadway show.&lt;br /&gt;o Jack Frost basically creaming his pants while Ann Margret sings the "Jack Frost nipping at your nose" line over and over at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie? 3/10.&lt;br /&gt;Jack Frost? 10/10&lt;br /&gt;Jack Frost after his meltdown? UGH 0/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-6022002051663920173?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6022002051663920173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=6022002051663920173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/6022002051663920173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/6022002051663920173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/santa-clause-3-i-love-martin-short.html' title='The Santa Clause 3: I Love Martin Short'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-3455585608665298246</id><published>2006-11-18T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:20:50.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Hilton</title><content type='html'>People who trashtalk Paris Hilton suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img292.imageshack.us/img292/3253/tinafeyuvavc0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I don't understand the appeal of Tina Fey. She's not funny, she's not witty, she doesn't seem exceptionally intelligent. She is not really that pretty. She seems extremely pretentious. And why? Because she is apparently deemed fappable to nerds across the Internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/6497/269785ex6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Paris Hilton. I don't know why. I hear people saying stuff about her, and I'm thinking, "Wait, you hate her because she put out a sex tape? That's not nearly as bad as acting like a pretentious fool, such as Tina Fey!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that she is particularly unattractive--I actually think she's rather pretty. As for her album, well..I listen to it. A lot. Daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img292.imageshack.us/img292/9673/parishiltondog20yk7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only grievance was that little event where she promoted the "Vote or Die" scene, but wasn't even registered. My anger with that is the fact that she promoted the Democrats. Paris, NO. The whole "Vote or Die" thing is annoying, too. Yeah, because there are only those choices, right?! Damn Diddy or P. Diddy or Puff Daddy or whatever the fuck he's going by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Paris Hilton. We all make mistakes. I'm sure that I will have a sex tape accidently get leaked onto the Internet someday, too. It's just the way life is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/6154/parishiltonqi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should try living like a socialite. A celebutante. Yes. Well, first I'll have to save up a couple million first. &lt;I&gt;Sigh.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-3455585608665298246?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/3455585608665298246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=3455585608665298246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/3455585608665298246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/3455585608665298246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/paris-hilton.html' title='Paris Hilton'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-9037377936128700377</id><published>2006-11-17T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T00:48:51.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/2958/9cd13768354a6eb40edf0fbhf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resident Evil: Apocalypse is one of my favorite movies. I have a girl!crush on both Jill Valentine AND Alice. It's awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/7255/residentevilapocalypse2yg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that you look good on the dancefloor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn to fire a gun. Then when the zombies arrive, I'll be kicking ass left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/644/sienna1qd2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my gun would be pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some boys in the movie. Matt from RE1 is gone (well..he's there, but..uh..) and there are some evil CEO types. There are some hot mercenaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/8938/ubcs1emdj0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikolai, Carlos, Yuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikolai has this hot Russian accent. So does Yuri, but I don't really get to know him before he uh, gets invited to dinner. If you know what I mean. (No, not that. Geez.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/3725/yuriloginovadk4.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I should probably end up with a guy in uniform. Or a guy who has a costume uniform. Or just a guy who knows how to shoot a gun and is willing to protect me from zombies, okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas lights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-9037377936128700377?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/9037377936128700377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=9037377936128700377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/9037377936128700377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/9037377936128700377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/zombies.html' title='Zombies'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-1159146571249872129</id><published>2006-11-16T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:45:14.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Single &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>I am a scrapbooker. Since I am a scrapbooker, I often look at other people's pages. People make pages about themselves and their significant others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrapbooking is for married or taken people. It's like you're supposed to be more creative when you're having regular sex. This is upsetting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been single for a long, long, long, long time. I don't usually care that much, but lately I've felt this..necessity to call someone my boyfriend. Fiance would be even better! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy Christmas presents for a boyfriend. I want to make scrapbook pages about me and a special guy. I want to have a guy that I can snuggle up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's depressing to be single. When you're older, it's like you're expected to be in a relationship--especially if you're female. I don't know, this may all be stemming from my traumatic feelings about Rick Santorum's defeat, or Jack Abramoff's prisontime. Ohhhh, Jack Abramoff. Such a dirty name, for a dirty boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/1706/060419biabramoffexil1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, you are dirty. Slam that car door, you manly man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my problem is that my connections are gone. They've all moved out of county to go to college elsewhere. I'm the only one left. It's hard being me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, Saturday is Scrapbook Superstation's Holiday Open House. I can't wait! Refreshments, Make-n-Takes, Discounts, Music, Prizes..it's going to be so good! And there will be no men there, so I won't even have to have it rubbed in my face that I'm desperately single. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/5674/wardgunjy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-1159146571249872129?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1159146571249872129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=1159146571249872129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1159146571249872129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1159146571249872129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/being-single-me.html' title='Being Single &amp; Me'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-856959239796904582</id><published>2006-11-15T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T19:03:53.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My beloved Jack is locked up!</title><content type='html'>Jack Abramoff went to prison today. He is going to be there for &lt;B&gt;seventy months.&lt;/B&gt; Why? Because he's a damn good Republican in a country that's full of Democrats, that's why! He did nothing wrong, damnit! This isn't a free country if you can't exploit some minorities for your own profit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/9752/20061115t103546450x364uvg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, he's wearing a baseball cap. That's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's in Maryland. That's the state below mine! If I go down to Maryland, I can pay off the guards and have some "alone time" with him. Wink. Since he'll be there for seventy months, he'll be so desperate, he won't say no! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/7112/051228abramoffhmed9pow6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep..I'll just wire him and he'll charter a plane for me. I can be his mistress! Ooh la la. I really hope they don't work him hard. They say that he'll be working in &lt;I&gt;food service.&lt;/I&gt; Whatever..if he's not corrupting, he's not really working, is he? :( Poor baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/6240/captsgemaq7415110618175ro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just set the date, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will follow in his footsteps and be a corrupt lobbyist. I don't know, though..I have big shoes to fill! I mean, he had a private jet for God's sakes! I don't even know how to drive. Sigh! Jack, teach me your ways! I'm begging you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/5458/captsgemaq7415110618175zg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack, you are the epitome of a perfect male. Corrupt, Republican, a little bit overweight, and you have that baseball cap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be his first night in prison. Oh god, please don't let him get raped by Hillary Rodham Clinton. Please. She'll just walk in and anally rape him. I can't handle this. I have to break him out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-856959239796904582?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/856959239796904582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=856959239796904582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/856959239796904582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/856959239796904582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-beloved-jack-is-locked-up.html' title='My beloved Jack is locked up!'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-7637433457500713839</id><published>2006-11-14T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:38:45.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot and Not</title><content type='html'>Robbie Williams was voted "Sexiest Man Alive" or something to that effect. This was like, two years ago, but people are still gushing about this award. Yes, an award given out by a magazine really matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think that he is the sexiest man alive. I do not even find him sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/2944/obsolete275103hyx4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU SAY SO, BUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like the male, human version of my neighbor's little dog. I also say that about Jeff Goldblum. Oh, I'm so sorry, Robbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the real attractive men:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/2466/21stbirthday01xi8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Harry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Went to military school and is now an &lt;B&gt;officer&lt;/B&gt; &lt;swoon&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ British accent&lt;br /&gt;- Dressed up as a Nazi for a Halloween party like a pompous asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, who doesn't want to be a princess? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/5159/colin1dn6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin Firth (as Mr. Darcy in Pride &amp; Prejudice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ British accent&lt;br /&gt;+ HOT PERIOD CLOTHING&lt;br /&gt;+ Cold, brooding manner&lt;br /&gt;+ Able to ride a horse very well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I like Mr. Darcy more than I like Colin Firth. But the thing is, I like this Mr. Darcy more than I like the &lt;B&gt;new&lt;/B&gt; Mr. Darcy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/4479/misfortunesnf9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I will admit..the new Mr. Darcy &lt;I&gt;does&lt;/I&gt; look sexy when drenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/3044/firstmr5wu4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond Harrington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Guh. SHifhsofshoirowerowu0429w0r wen0-284y2tw0yt 30453. He was so damn evil in Ghost Ship that it's sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/9762/aaczj5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Drudge (left, Sean Hannity on right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ AMAZING dresser. Seriously. I can drool over the clothing alone.&lt;br /&gt;+ He claims to be a Liberta, but we know where his true feelings are..(Republican)&lt;br /&gt;+ He is apparently bff with Sean Hannity&lt;br /&gt;+ He has been seen holding an umbrella over Ann Coulter's head..I LOVE MEN WITH MANNERS. LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/706/seanwithheadphonesblackco7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Hannity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Hilarious&lt;br /&gt;+ Very conservative Republican&lt;br /&gt;+ Wears polos&lt;br /&gt;+ Talks on the radio&lt;br /&gt;+ Oh sweet Christ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't have Sean, I think that he should marry Ann Coulter and have, like, ultra!Republican babies with her. I am convinced that their children would grow up to be really really fantastic and there would possibly be a PRESIDENT. I wish Ann Coulter would run for President. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/3639/santorumlottsx0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick Santorum (LEFT. Ignore Trent Lott on the right. Sorry, Trent, another day and another time and another place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Hot&lt;br /&gt;+ Hot&lt;br /&gt;+ Hot&lt;br /&gt;+ Grew up in my town&lt;br /&gt;+ Uberconservative&lt;br /&gt;+ Did I mention how hot Rick Santorum is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Rick is out of office, his job can be: DATING ME.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs an overcoat? I'm burning with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/9003/21269665iy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Abramoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not need to say anything. His sex appeal rose considerably after his scandal. Scandalous men catch my attention. Jack, if you read this, please call me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/2144/jackabramoffmainuf6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Jack. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-7637433457500713839?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7637433457500713839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=7637433457500713839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7637433457500713839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7637433457500713839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/hot-and-not.html' title='Hot and Not'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-7909974249289000586</id><published>2006-11-13T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:11:25.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart this time of year</title><content type='html'>I really want it to snow. Christmas music resonates through my house, the Home Sweet Home Yankee Candle is perpetually lit, and I'm making my master gift lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming of Christmas means a few things to me. If I had to list my Christmas love!priorities, they would probably be in this order: baking goodies, listening to festive music, playing in the snow, giving, and getting. When I was about thirteen, my mother told me that one day, I wouldn't care as much about getting presents. I naturally scoffed at this idea! The next year, even, I wasn't caring as much as I was the year before. Now, getting gifts is fun, but making wishlists isn't what it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to give. I can't wait to bake. I &lt;I&gt;can't wait.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the holidays, Christmas equals Christmas break. This signals the end of my college semester, which I have been looking forward to ever since about the third week in. I'm majoring in general studies at the moment (will switch my major after I get these required courses out of the way), and I am so bored with this stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I'm not looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Loads more traffic (and I live across from Sam's Club for Christ's sake)&lt;br /&gt;o Getting run over with a shopping cart while at the store because for some reason everyone thinks that Christmas = the time of goodwill towards all mankind = getting that Tickle Me Elmo TMX &lt;I&gt;faster than anyone else.&lt;/I&gt; Don't forget the fact that the stores will also run out of fruitcakes if you don't hurry! Run! Get them!&lt;br /&gt;o You know, speaking of fruitcakes..I have a story. Last year, we bought a three-pack of fruitcakes at Sam's Club, because I had never tried them before and I wanted to. (I don't know why; it was a moment of schoolgirl stupidity.) I took &lt;B&gt;one little slice&lt;/B&gt; from &lt;B&gt;one fruitcake&lt;/B&gt; and we still have &lt;B&gt;two fruitcakes sitting in the pantry.&lt;/B&gt; Fruitcakes are not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be extra special, since I'm making my Christmas cards. Last year, I sent out about 100 store-bought cards..not this year. Since I'm a scrapbooker now, I'm going to make really pretty cards with brads and ribbons and Sizzlit snowmen and I am going to send out like 20 of these. I might even emboss them! Yes, they are going to be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img472.imageshack.us/img472/7190/girlsaloudchemistry2at1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-7909974249289000586?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/7909974249289000586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=7909974249289000586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7909974249289000586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/7909974249289000586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-heart-this-time-of-year.html' title='I heart this time of year'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-327283040239082585</id><published>2006-11-12T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:32:18.419-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tanya Turner'/><title type='text'>K 4 TT</title><content type='html'>I watch a show called Footballers' Wive$. It's a British soap opera--actually, off the air now. They left us with a huge cliffhanger at the end of season five and it just KILLS ME, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is about a group of footballers (soccer players, for you Americans) and their wives. Mostly about the wives, obviously. Naturally, there is sex, scandal, and some pretty hot music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the series, there is one wife who remains. She leaves for a few episodes during season four, but returns for the later episodes of season five. She is the most conniving, manipulative, devious woman in the world. I am going to be just like her one day, mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;s&gt;tiny&lt;/s&gt; girl-crush on her. Her name? Tanya Turner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/1958/tanyasmallbi7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me she's not brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I love Tanya Turner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o She doesn't want a baby because it'll get sick all down her Dolce.&lt;br /&gt;o She has ridiculously long nails.&lt;br /&gt;o She greets her best friend (Chardonnay Lane-Pascoe) with a hug and a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;o Everyone near to her is referred to as "darling."&lt;br /&gt;o She got away with near-murder.&lt;br /&gt;o She always gets her way. Always.&lt;br /&gt;o When she left during season four, and Conrad said, "See you in Hell," Tanya smirked and said, "You wish."&lt;br /&gt;o She only wears high heels, and she apparently hasn't broken her neck yet.&lt;br /&gt;o When she lied in court about Frank Laslett trying to rape her, she showed remorse afterwards, talking about how she lied in front of "the Almighty" and she's "supposed to be a Catholic for Christ's sakes."&lt;br /&gt;o When Jackie Pascoe had Jason Turner (Tanya's husband)'s baby, Tanya confronted Jackie and said that if she went around Jason again, it would take "more than Botox to sort her face out."&lt;br /&gt;o When Tanya does cocaine, she scoops it up with her fingernails. She also refers to it as "Colombian Marching Powder."&lt;br /&gt;o When Tanya goes shopping with a friend, she links arms with her.&lt;br /&gt;o She has a really awesome collection of sunglasses and stilettos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Tanya Turner. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-327283040239082585?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/327283040239082585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=327283040239082585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/327283040239082585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/327283040239082585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/k-4-tt.html' title='K 4 TT'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4720450616677809756.post-1420864397656090309</id><published>2006-11-11T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:50:24.907-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><title type='text'>I'm pseudo-new</title><content type='html'>I had a blog when I was twelve. That was a complete one-person dramabomb.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a Livejournal until I was eighteen. I loved it, but had way too many communities and friends to look after.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going back to blogger because I love writing, and I am pretentious enough to think that someone wants to read what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eighteen, a girl, and live in Pennsylvania. It is the best state in the world. We have amazing history and fabulous food. The only bad thing is that we lost Rick Santorum in the latest election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very Republican. I write a right-wing column for my college's newspaper. The issues I feel most strongly about are healthcare and illegal immigration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite color is pink, I love scrapbooking, and I play Animal Crossing at least once a day.  I only wear polo shirts--preferredly Hilfiger. I love cats. I don't like most dogs. I have been called "cat-like," whatever that means. I'm taking it as a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love but it is pointless. I also have a thing for married men. That won't be a problem, will it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite music: Girls Aloud, Goldfrapp, Ladytron, Paris Hilton, Dannii Minogue, McFly, Keane, Delta Goodrem, Jentina, Lady Sovereign, among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have extreme jealousy issues. I love politics and history. I don't like dirt or dust or mud or bad smells or mold. Sometimes I like to clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd die for my friends. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again with something more meaningful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4720450616677809756-1420864397656090309?l=dotkelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/feeds/1420864397656090309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4720450616677809756&amp;postID=1420864397656090309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1420864397656090309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4720450616677809756/posts/default/1420864397656090309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dotkelly.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-pseudo-new.html' title='I&apos;m pseudo-new'/><author><name>dotkelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10664997773633185075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2143/cheryltweedyashleycoleaf6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
