<?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-6743518</id><updated>2011-04-30T10:49:23.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Lost Control</title><subtitle type='html'>He said, if you really wanna go, you'll get there in the end.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-113313671561813411</id><published>2005-11-27T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T19:11:55.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why I hate giving up Sunday afternoons at Kaffecino's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Did I ever tell you about the time I locked myself in the trunk of my car...I was playing Macgyver, and I jumped in the trunk and closed in. I thought I was going to die..The pool guy told my mom he heard screaming from the trunk, so she let me out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Were you afraid of going near the trunk after?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I stopped playing Macgyver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-113313671561813411?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/113313671561813411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=113313671561813411' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/113313671561813411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/113313671561813411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-i-hate-giving-up-sunday-afternoons.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-113306693432000357</id><published>2005-11-26T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:48:54.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mrsbrowns.co.uk/acatalog/CANDY_NECKLACES.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whoever thought of making jewelry into candy:&lt;br /&gt;You are my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-113306693432000357?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/113306693432000357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=113306693432000357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/113306693432000357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/113306693432000357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-whoever-thought-of-making-jewelry.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-111437110484309365</id><published>2005-04-24T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T15:31:44.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://movies.about.com/library/graphics/lordsofdogtownposter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 3, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death or Glory + Social Distortion = BEST SOUNDTRACK EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-111437110484309365?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/111437110484309365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=111437110484309365' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/111437110484309365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/111437110484309365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/04/june-3-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-111383489839095821</id><published>2005-04-18T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T10:34:58.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Although I have neglected my Blog for quite some time now, I think last nights performance(s) deserves a post.&lt;br /&gt;First off was Buck  65, who, without a doubt, is one of the most amazing musicians in the world. Jawdropping.&lt;br /&gt;Then we abandonned Moby, which somehow doesnt bother me too much, and hopped over to El Salon for Comeback Kid and Moneen. It was a major Theresa moment.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out Moneen dont suck nearly as much as I though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Awesome night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-111383489839095821?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/111383489839095821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=111383489839095821' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/111383489839095821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/111383489839095821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/04/although-i-have-neglected-my-blog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-111196873685934427</id><published>2005-03-27T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T19:12:16.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been an extremely long time since I have touched this. Which is sad to think about, but at the same time kinda relieving. I work more then I probably should at the petstore and less then I should at school. I got a puppy, he's awesome. I want to squash his face. There are so many shows comming up and so little time to go. The Faint are comming, which owns.&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts, it feels like someone tried to clean it with Mr Clean and accidently whipped away my hippocampus. Im so fucking dizzy. Ive been in bed for 25 hours, with the exception of my quick trip to the ice cream parlour. I need air, and coffee, and a hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-111196873685934427?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/111196873685934427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=111196873685934427' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/111196873685934427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/111196873685934427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-been-extremely-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110998188602198379</id><published>2005-03-04T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T19:18:56.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005Y71E.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the third day, God created Subzero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110998188602198379?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110998188602198379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110998188602198379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110998188602198379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110998188602198379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-on-third-day-god-created-subzero.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110951917304762524</id><published>2005-02-27T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T10:46:13.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kathy+Me+Diana+Shout about movies+a roll of paper towel= PARTÉ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110951917304762524?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110951917304762524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110951917304762524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110951917304762524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110951917304762524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/02/kathymedianashout-about-moviesa-roll.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110799695863060270</id><published>2005-02-09T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T19:55:58.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.silverbulletcomicbooks.com/news/images/0405/kirkman/cap29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Kirkman, you rock my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110799695863060270?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110799695863060270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110799695863060270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110799695863060270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110799695863060270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/02/robert-kirkman-you-rock-my-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110766143310726318</id><published>2005-02-05T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T22:43:53.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monkeys, They're Cooler Than Your Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://7art-screensavers.com/screenshots/animals/clever-monkeys.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two steaming thumbs up to our long-armed companions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110766143310726318?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110766143310726318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110766143310726318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110766143310726318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110766143310726318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/02/monkeys-theyre-cooler-than-your-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110730748988983980</id><published>2005-02-01T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T20:24:49.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive bought some AWESOME CD's this week, with the likes of; Metric, Brian Wilson presents Smile (dont tell Matt Foster.), The Flamming Lips, and plus Tony gave me Radio Birdman and The Brief. Im supposed to give Mike one, but he'll get it when he gives me my 45$.&lt;br /&gt;With all my crazy spending habits, I had to take the plunge into employment. Thats right ladies and germs, I got a job. I work at the pet store in Dorval Mall...For those of you who know me well, my obvious alterior motives are shinning through.&lt;br /&gt;I've managed to drop a puppy in its head and almost lose a set or rotweillers. I clean up dog shit and make minimum wage, I love me.&lt;br /&gt;2 days till Winnie the Pooh and the Hefalump comes up. Movie's here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana, Kathy, Mike, if any of you read this. You all owe me 70-some dollars for your Crue tickets. Dont make me walk across the street and beat you guys up. Except Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Kathy, 35$ for the bus pass. You are SO in debt with me. I will charge you interest. Sex. Now? Maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110730748988983980?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110730748988983980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110730748988983980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110730748988983980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110730748988983980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/02/ive-bought-some-awesome-cds-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110661772726702997</id><published>2005-01-24T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:48:47.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now, for your aestetic viewing pleasure, I present the one and only Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/morgands3/fear/gonzo2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's been a few years since I read the book, Im going through this insane relapse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blame you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110661772726702997?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110661772726702997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110661772726702997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110661772726702997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110661772726702997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-now-for-your-aestetic-viewing.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110571676990946006</id><published>2005-01-14T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T10:32:49.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snappy the Little Crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it's all the shit over in Germany. listen to it, it's pretty awesome, there are all these remixes and stuff. Also, it was written by a 4 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.schnappi.dl.am/"&gt;Listen to the most rockin' shit here.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110571676990946006?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110571676990946006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110571676990946006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110571676990946006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110571676990946006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/01/snappy-little-crocodile.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110557759183471085</id><published>2005-01-12T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T19:53:11.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Joel Gion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dyn.ifilm.com/image/stills/multimedia/photos/k/2532404_i_1_k_.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go see DIG! at Cinema du parc. It's there until Saturday, GO. Seriously. Its about the Dandy Worhols and The Brian Jonestown Massacre. AWESOME. Im going again tonight. Its THE best movie Ive seen since The Life Aquatic, two days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If for nothing else, go for Joel Gion's antics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He stands on the center of the stage and bangs his tamborine like its no-ones business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110557759183471085?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110557759183471085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110557759183471085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110557759183471085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110557759183471085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/01/joel-gion-go-see-dig-at-cinema-du-parc.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110519798990045231</id><published>2005-01-08T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T10:26:29.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Motley Crue Tickets&lt;br /&gt;Took me 20 minutes to get on the system. LAME&lt;br /&gt;Floor Row FF&lt;br /&gt;Tickets 39-42&lt;br /&gt;Great, not awesome, I would stand outside if it meant hearing Nikki Sixx tear it up on the guitar. I think I just shit my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110519798990045231?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110519798990045231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110519798990045231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110519798990045231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110519798990045231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/01/motley-crue-tickets-took-me-20-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110508192934763242</id><published>2005-01-07T02:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T02:12:48.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;You got your good thing&lt;br /&gt;And I've got mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;You got a your good thing&lt;br /&gt;And you've got mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine&lt;br /&gt;You've got a your good thing&lt;br /&gt;And you've got mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110508192934763242?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110508192934763242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110508192934763242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110508192934763242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110508192934763242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-heaven-everything-is-fine-in-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110490000903588085</id><published>2005-01-04T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:40:09.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Deuces Wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mgm.com/deuceswild/media/album/stills_26.jpg" width="492" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awesome Movie. Seriously great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you haven't seen it, rent it. You wont regret it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Johnny Knoxville=Hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110490000903588085?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110490000903588085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110490000903588085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110490000903588085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110490000903588085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/01/deuces-wild-awesome-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110480071262647387</id><published>2005-01-03T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T20:05:12.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;John Cougar Mellencamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ubl.artistdirect.com/Images/Sources/AMGPORTRAITS/music/portrait200/drp000/p047/p04719qj632.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Fabulously Awesome Man&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; Rock and Roll &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110480071262647387?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110480071262647387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110480071262647387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110480071262647387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110480071262647387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/01/john-cougar-mellencamp-one-fabulously.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110461980973408311</id><published>2005-01-01T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T17:50:09.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.messiahrec.org/tetris.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best.Game.Ever.&lt;br /&gt;Some people need there fancy games with the super graphics, all I need to live is Tetris. That and Exite Bike, but seriously Im only human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110461980973408311?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110461980973408311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110461980973408311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110461980973408311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110461980973408311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2005/01/best.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110445772928350318</id><published>2004-12-30T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T20:48:49.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://datacore.sciflicks.com/spaceballs/images/spaceballs_large_06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this man. And Spaceballs. And my father.&lt;br /&gt;He got this candelabre, turned the lights off and in the voice of what one can only imagine to be Igore, said, "Walk this way, I got a good one guys, Walk this way"&lt;br /&gt;BEST.PERSON.EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also keeps on talking over Spaceballs because apparently he knows it by heart. "Take only what you need to survive" Yeah dad, hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110445772928350318?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110445772928350318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110445772928350318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110445772928350318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110445772928350318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-love-this-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110437341369913175</id><published>2004-12-29T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T21:23:33.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Doctor Seuss. I don't mean The Cat in the Hat, that was like the Dr.Feelgood of Doctor Seuss. Yeah, it was alright, but there's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case and point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://myhero.com/ReadingRoom/books/2346339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Wocket in my Pocket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 word: AWESOMETASTICAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110437341369913175?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110437341369913175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110437341369913175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110437341369913175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110437341369913175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-love-doctor-seuss.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110395120647431616</id><published>2004-12-25T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T00:06:46.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kathys fat.&lt;br /&gt;Proof:&lt;br /&gt;Shes eating all my leftovers, after eating a full meal.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why are you fat and ugly?"&lt;br /&gt;Her: (with pasta falling out of her mouth) "Can I have some of your christmas log now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case and point&lt;br /&gt;Kathy=Fatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110395120647431616?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110395120647431616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110395120647431616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110395120647431616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110395120647431616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/kathys-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110394050228837867</id><published>2004-12-24T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T21:08:22.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna know what I love about Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Two words, My Grand-father. Anyone who can keep you sitting on the edge of your seat while he tells you a story about watching men gut fish for fresh caviar must be magical. His liveliness is intoxicating. When he speaks you cant help but hang off of his every word. He's my inspiration, he's wonderful, he'd the pure definition of chivalry and he is the most internally beautiful person I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I detest Christmas. And within reason. As I write this, I can hear my older sister whimpering in her room. Why? No one really knows. My whole house is shaking, literally. My Dad got the Bowie Reality Tour on DVD, All the Young Dudes. Wait, here comes Under Pressure. Awesome, but at the same time a little odd, I can hear him singing along, but dont tell anyone, its a secret. My little sister is asleep as she always is by 9 on Christmas eve. She cant handle the excitement, its adorable. And my mom is left to clean up the remnants of those perfectly wrapped gifts, in shreds all over the living room.&lt;br /&gt;My Grandmother bought my father a pant press. For those of you who know my father, you know he would much rather receive an enema, from my grandmother, then a pant-press. Its easily 200 pounds of hot metal. Redicilous. I love my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied, I love Christmas, even with this crazy family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110394050228837867?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110394050228837867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110394050228837867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110394050228837867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110394050228837867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/wanna-know-what-i-love-about-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110377602292762756</id><published>2004-12-22T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:27:02.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold your breath. Make a wish. Count to three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monstersinmotion.com/catalog/images/books/wonkabook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU'LL BE&lt;br /&gt;IN A WORLD OF PURE IMAGINATION&lt;br /&gt;TAKE A LOOK&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU'LL SEE&lt;br /&gt;INTO YOUR IMAGINATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'LL BEGIN&lt;br /&gt;WITH A SPIN&lt;br /&gt;TRAVELLING IN THE WORLD OF MY CREATION&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WE'LL SEE&lt;br /&gt;WILL DEFY&lt;br /&gt;EXPLANATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WANT TO VIEW PARADISE&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLY LOOK AROUND AND VIEW IT&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING YOU WANT TO, DO IT&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;TO IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS NO LIFE I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;TO COMPARE WITH PURE IMAGINATION&lt;br /&gt;LIVING THERE&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL BE FREE&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU TRULY WISH TO BE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WANT TO VIEW PARADISE&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLY LOOK AROUND AND VIEW IT&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING YOU WANT TO, DO IT&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;TO IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS NO LIFE I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;TO COMPARE WITH PURE IMAGINATION&lt;br /&gt;LIVING THERE&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL BE FREE&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU TRULY&lt;br /&gt;WISH TO BE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how they're planning on making this better. The movie undebatably owns ass. Good Luck Mr.Burton, you'll need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110377602292762756?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110377602292762756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110377602292762756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110377602292762756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110377602292762756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/hold-your-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110358939791495207</id><published>2004-12-20T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T19:36:37.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Also, I thought I’d spend my morning, which ended up being greater part of 2 weeks, attempting to list the alphabet in 80’s hair metal bands. Its ended up not being just hair metal. GO!:&lt;br /&gt;Autograph&lt;br /&gt;Bullet Boys&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;Def Leppard, Dokken, DANGER, DANGER!&lt;br /&gt;Europe&lt;br /&gt;Firehouse, Frehley's Comet&lt;br /&gt;Great White&lt;br /&gt;Helloween&lt;br /&gt;Iron Maiden&lt;br /&gt;Judas Priest&lt;br /&gt;Kreator, KISS&lt;br /&gt;Loudness, LA Guns&lt;br /&gt;Motley Crue&lt;br /&gt;Nitro&lt;br /&gt;Orion (Theyre the best I could find.)&lt;br /&gt;Poison&lt;br /&gt;Quiet Riot&lt;br /&gt;Ratt&lt;br /&gt;Skid Row&lt;br /&gt;Twisted Sister, T.Rex&lt;br /&gt;U2&lt;br /&gt;Vinnie Vincent&lt;br /&gt;Warrant, White Snake&lt;br /&gt;X-Japan (There real, look it up.)&lt;br /&gt;Y&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Mindwarp And The Love Reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="250" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 18px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM 89% METAL HEAD!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=106"&gt;&lt;img alt="89% METAL HEAD" src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/106/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;I was born with the mark of the beast on my forehead and an axe in my arms. I am the god of all things metal! Now if only I could get my parents to give me back my car keys.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=106"&gt;Take the METAL HEAD test at Fuali.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110358939791495207?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110358939791495207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110358939791495207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110358939791495207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110358939791495207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/also-i-thought-id-spend-my-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110339409235922544</id><published>2004-12-18T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T13:21:32.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I PASSED!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH MAN, I LOVE CHRISTMAS FOR MAKING ME PASS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROCK ON 61%!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110339409235922544?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110339409235922544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110339409235922544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110339409235922544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110339409235922544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-passed-oh-man-i-love-christmas-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110321997550252028</id><published>2004-12-16T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T12:59:35.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I OWN at Christmas shopping. OWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a little bit of a lie because I keep buying myself things, but still-the gifts I bought for other people rock ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.abc-kid.com/barbie/pictures/008.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought me a Barbie Advent Calendar. Its late but thats fine. Barbie is SO hot. I wish I were Barbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons she owns ass:&lt;br /&gt;1) Shes been EVERYTHING, I mean Rock Star, Marine Biologist, Queen of the World, Liz Taylor. EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;2) She left Ken for a HOT australian surfer. Thats independance if Ive ever heard it.&lt;br /&gt;3) She gets to play with Kelly all the time, and didnt even have to pop one out.&lt;br /&gt;4) She has a really cute convertible, an awesome camper, a sassy jeep, the best part: There all pink.&lt;br /&gt;5) I bet SHE can do calculus...bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons she sucks ass:&lt;br /&gt;1) There are none.&lt;br /&gt;2) Your mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110321997550252028?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110321997550252028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110321997550252028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110321997550252028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110321997550252028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-own-at-christmas-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110298413777164073</id><published>2004-12-13T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T19:28:57.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7:26 and I havent started studying for cal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to mess up, Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Foufs Friday? Yes. Pretty boy? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Kathy, Im a man magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110298413777164073?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110298413777164073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110298413777164073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110298413777164073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110298413777164073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/726-and-i-havent-started-studying-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110279227898063553</id><published>2004-12-11T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T14:11:18.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;From Jackie Draper to Jackie Paper:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mudhole.spodnet.uk.com/~bean/images/puff/book/hona.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to watch this movie everyday, no joke. It was/is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Then I found the website that has the ENTIRE movie written out, with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mudhole.spodnet.uk.com/~bean/puff/puff_book_page1.html"&gt;Puff the Magic Dragon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If gives me hope; at least I know, when I fail Calculus on Tuesday, Puff will always love me. He's all about the unconditional love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110279227898063553?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110279227898063553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110279227898063553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110279227898063553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110279227898063553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/from-jackie-draper-to-jackie-paper-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110264176605313942</id><published>2004-12-09T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T20:22:46.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TIGER PENIS SOUP: THE UNKNOWN DELICASY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;1 tiger penis&lt;br /&gt;1oz of aged ginseng&lt;br /&gt;2 slices of ginger&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoon of the finest chinese wine&lt;br /&gt;100g of tiger bone grind to powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Penis Soup&lt;br /&gt;1. soak the penis for about a week&lt;br /&gt;2. When it's soft, start to simmer it.&lt;br /&gt;3. While it is simmering, add the ginseng and ginger&lt;br /&gt;4. Simmer it for a full day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's long, but funny and awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiger penis: aphrodisiac and exotic fare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiger is revered for its strength and sexual prowess. Chinese legend has it that consuming parts of the tiger enables the user to briefly harness the animal's power. Tie that belief in with the Taiwanese obsession with sexual performance: newspapers advertise various potions guaranteed to enhance a male's sexual ability and allow him to better pleasure his partner. Promotions of sexual aids have even found their way onto network television. A traditional method of using tiger penises is to soak the penis in a tonic or expensive brandy for extended periods at least six months according to one source. Just prior to sex, the consumer takes a "slug." The author visited, in October 1992, a Snake Alley establishment specializing in "mountain products" (the name implies, among other things, exotic wildlife) and was allowed to view the sales pitch for a tonic said to contain seal and tiger penises. The tonic costs US$8 a shot and $US40 per bottle. Midway thought the pitch, as a group of at least 30 men looked on, a hawker brought a scantily clad woman out of a back room and stood her in front of his captive audience. Upon noticing a foreign face in the crowd, the hawker ordered the other patrons to crowd in front of the "outsider" as foreigners do not understand Chinese ways. When none of the men complied, the hawker's tone grew exceedingly violent and he began yelling directly at the author and one other Westerner, at which point we departed. In December 1992, a Taiwanese Earthtrust investigator visited the same shop and recorded the entire event. The tonic in question, according to the hawker, was guaranteed to vastly improve a man's sexual staying power. "If you drink this," he joked, "tonight you won't be able to get that zipper up!" At one point a prostitute was again brought out for all to see. To prove the efficacy of the potion, the prostitute was placed behind a thin, gauze-like screen some ten feet from her audience. At the hawker's command and as the audience looked on, one of his colleagues mounted the woman.... Exotic, unusual foods are also popular on Taiwan. One Taizhong based restaurant, Pu Chung Pao, caters to the islands wealthy; in December 1992 the establishment prepared an NT500,000 or US$20,000 meal in the recipe of the imperial court of the Ching Dynasty for a party of fifteen (Anon. 1993b). The restaurant also serves tiger penis soup at NT8,000 or US$320 per serving (Anon. 1991). In December 1992 a foreign television station visited Pu Chung Pao and taped an interview with the restaurant's head waitress, Miss "Casey." The full text of the interview follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: Please tell us what these items are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Casey: Let's start from here. This is a swallow's nest, the best type. This is shark fin. This is dried sea cucumber. This is a tiger penis. Underneath, the longer one, that is a deer penis, the ones in the back are tiger penises. This is a cobra and that is Korean ginseng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Is the tiger penis imported?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: All our tiger penises are imported, mostly from Northeast China and Thailand. The ones from Northeast China are better tigers from cold places are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: How is it prepared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: As soup. This is already dried. First we soak it for about a week, then when it's soft we start to simmer it. While it is simmering we add about 24- types of medicine, kinds that are good for men. We simmer it for between 24 and 26 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Is it popular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Yes, here in Taiwan. Especially among men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: How many do you serve a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: We sell more in the winter, because it warms the body. People don't eat the soup in summer. We serve it four or five times a season. It's expensive so not many people eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: How much does it cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: One tiger penis makes soup for eight people, it costs around eight thousand NT. For 14 or 15 people, we use two tiger penises, then it costs 16 thousand NT. &lt;a href="http://www.imbetterwithfood.com/asalad/zz9tigarpenis.shtml"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110264176605313942?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110264176605313942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110264176605313942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110264176605313942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110264176605313942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/tiger-penis-soup-unknown-delicasy.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110255089987554138</id><published>2004-12-08T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T19:08:19.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED, WHITE, and CRUE: Better Live than Dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.motleycrue.com/images/bandpic_crue3.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to shrink this picture down, but Mick Mars looses the creepy effect when its smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince Neil: Looking better, lost some weight, seems to be working out Grade: B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki Sixx: You can do no wrong, still hot, still stylin'. Grade: A+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick Mars: The cause of my nightmares. Also, whats the hat all about? Grade: F+. (the pants are plus worthy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Lee: Lookin' Good, lost weight, Herroine maybe? Grade: A- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110255089987554138?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110255089987554138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110255089987554138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110255089987554138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110255089987554138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/red-white-and-crue-better-live-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110248162439320949</id><published>2004-12-07T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T23:53:44.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Expressions we need to say more, but probably won't:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Break it down, mad-style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-I want to sex you up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-A FLOCK OF THESE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Holy (Anything in the world) Batman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Strangler Joe?!?! Thats a stupid fucking name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-The answer is: The square root of a million.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last two, so not even expressions. Wanna guess how much I care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got owned today by Patrizio and his mad Trivial Persuit skills. Then he threw a table at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate you so much, honestly, I can't stand you. I hate knowing that when you go to bed at night, I'm not the one you're thinking of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For future reference: Racecar backwords, is racecar. And Prime Minister St. Laurent did some madstuff to enhance our country. This one goes out to out fallen hommie, St.Laurent, who said "something about getting Orange people to vote" You will be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110248162439320949?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110248162439320949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110248162439320949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110248162439320949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110248162439320949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/expressions-we-need-to-say-more-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110225686473545257</id><published>2004-12-05T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T09:27:44.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I hate Metallica so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually think I could tell you if I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought boots yesterday, Matt Foster said they were ugly. I really like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw National Treasure, it was rivetingly dull. Think about it, it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an English paper and my Psychology final tomorrow, and instead of studying or writing, I'm going shopping with Kathy. I know this is a mistake, I just don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: I hate Mike Arsenault. Just because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110225686473545257?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110225686473545257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110225686473545257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110225686473545257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110225686473545257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/why-do-i-hate-metallica-so-much-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110211178619023722</id><published>2004-12-03T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T21:08:49.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lifes worked out in my favour once again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cher has been postponed! Which means, Ill be going to Lars and the Bastards tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, its friday afternoon/nightish, and Im watching Tank Girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that makes me THE coolest girl in montreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but shhhhhh, it's a secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus tomorrow: Downtown shopping party with Mike and Tony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Tuesday: We've invited ourselves to Momo's for a little schools over party. Do I smell a Trivial Persuit Lighting Round II?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is going to be The Best. Week. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this one time, Mike was like "want a ride to Clydes?" Then I decided that wow, Im the lamest person ever.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to sleep. Its early, really early. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110211178619023722?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110211178619023722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110211178619023722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110211178619023722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110211178619023722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/halifes-worked-out-in-my-favour-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110203886239844769</id><published>2004-12-02T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T21:26:08.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHER VS. LARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/295/1001/640/Lars%20Cher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/295/1001/320/Lars%20Cher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher wins. She has 20 cd's out, I checked. Lars? a measily 2. Cher has awesome hair, even if it is just wigs. Lars? hes going bald.&lt;br /&gt;Cher has back-up dancers, and on her last tour an elephant?!?! Lars? Sorry Mr. Frederiksen, but the coreography is a little lacking.&lt;br /&gt;Cher is an icon. Lars? Well he just lacks in hegeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arguments make no sense, but you do what you have to do to convince yourself of $100 well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, God? Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110203886239844769?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110203886239844769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110203886239844769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110203886239844769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110203886239844769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/cher-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110194908273987231</id><published>2004-12-01T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T19:58:02.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.speccy.org/trastero/cosas/Plus3/Georges/Ms_Pacman.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Ms. Pacman. In a world where I've escaped from Inky, Blinky, Pinky, and Clyde, but Mr. Pacman is still fighting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's in his own little world.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Ms. Pacman alone.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if Mr. Pacman sucked it up and just hooked up with Ms. Pacman, like we all know they should, they could fight off the evil blobs together.&lt;br /&gt;But still, Mr. Pacman just doesn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Mr. Pacman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a hint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110194908273987231?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110194908273987231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110194908273987231' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110194908273987231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110194908273987231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-feel-like-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110185893887590237</id><published>2004-11-30T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T18:55:38.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fiona.co.jp/images/JUVENILE_BOOK/PHANTOM_TOLLBOOTH.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't tell me you've ever read a book if you've never read this book. It's the best book ever writen, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to accept that it is intended for Children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My copies so ruined the cover barely stays on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact, screw Player Piano and On The Beach, I'm reading The Phantom Tollboth next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110185893887590237?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110185893887590237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110185893887590237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110185893887590237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110185893887590237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/11/please-dont-tell-me-youve-ever-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110178592436558768</id><published>2004-11-29T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:38:44.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I've learnt from my Political Science Term Project on Sweden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Johnny Cash can get you through anything&lt;br /&gt;2) The GDP of Sweden is 1% per capita&lt;br /&gt;3) Sweden are practically defenseless. I vote we invade.&lt;br /&gt;4) Sweden, similarly to the lesser known Innsbrooke, is for losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I give you a gun, will you shoot me, please?&lt;br /&gt;Ill pay you in candy, and my eternal gratitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110178592436558768?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110178592436558768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110178592436558768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110178592436558768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110178592436558768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-ive-learnt-from-my-political.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110168840864180863</id><published>2004-11-28T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T19:33:28.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Top Five Best Concerts of All Time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1)Spice Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2)Bowie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3)Poison/Skid Row/ VINCE NEIL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4)The Pixies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5)Foo Fighters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Top Five Worst Concerts of All Time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) New Found Glory/Good Charlotte/Less Than Jake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Marilyn Manson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) Alanis Morrisette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) System of a Down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) Macy Gray (she may have been the opening act, but she sucked ass.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110168840864180863?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110168840864180863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110168840864180863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110168840864180863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110168840864180863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/11/top-five-best-concerts-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110166376070390432</id><published>2004-11-28T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T12:42:40.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Culmination of my being:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;November 27, 2004 at 10:24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I got a broken face, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a I got a broken face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, ooo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a broken face"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I can die happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why last night owned serious ass:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- The Datsuns were adorable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- So much awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Learning LaFleurs is open at 1:20 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I can now say Ive been on the entire blue line, and most of the green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why last night can eat my ass:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Theresa wasnt there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- They didnt play into the white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- So much granola/Crunchy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I can now say Ive been on the entire blue line, and most of the green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Uh said the man to the lady  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uh said the lady to the man she adored  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the whores like a choir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Go uh all night  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And mary ain't you tired of this"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110166376070390432?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110166376070390432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110166376070390432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110166376070390432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110166376070390432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/11/culmination-of-my-being-november-27.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110101417708850140</id><published>2004-11-21T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T00:16:17.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nick.com/common/images/tv/new/rocko/main_page/rocko_grp.gif" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used to have a cap that I wore every day. It said spunky on the back and had a picture of Rocko's dog, Spunky, on the front. It rocked ass. The kids in the back of the bus used to make fun of me. I didnt care because I knew how cool I was. I watched this show religiously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish they played it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It owned ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, The Sponge Bob movie rocked. But I bet a Rocko's Modern Life movie would rock harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110101417708850140?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110101417708850140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110101417708850140' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110101417708850140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110101417708850140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-used-to-have-cap-that-i-wore-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110081278675230889</id><published>2004-11-18T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T17:30:11.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.jp/f_tamakoku/famicon/database/1984_picture/1984_02/84_excitebike.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be obsessed with this game. Come to think of it, I really miss it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was this option where you could make your own race course, I used to load it up with as many ramps as I could because it seemed cooler. Except it ended up being lame because you had to go up and down each ramp. There was probably a more awesome way to do it, but it just seemed better this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also I love the way the biker had a shadow. Think about it for a second: The graphics were horrible, the sound "effects", if you can even call them that, were annoyingly screechy, but they went through all the trouble of making sure the lonely biker had his shadow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, when you finished the race the crowd cheered, but it kinda sounded like slaughtering ba by Kangaroos, or the background music in The Rapture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate you for never knowing how much I like you. I want you to know so bad, but I dont want you to ever find out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110081278675230889?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110081278675230889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110081278675230889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110081278675230889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110081278675230889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-used-to-be-obsessed-with-this-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110056716279784161</id><published>2004-11-15T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T20:06:02.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.austinchronicle.com/issues/dispatch/2000-05-19/music_feature-8.jpg" width="350" border="4" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like a lost treasure. I didnt know how awesome it was and there is sat, on my cd shelf. Painfully wedged between Check Trip: Like at the Budakan, and Alice Cooper: Greatest Hits. Then one day, I was feeling minty (Best.Word.Ever.) and I listened to it. Now, Im helpless. It controls me, it there was a hidden track that said "Kill everyone who you care about" I would have to, because if it said so, I would do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now, reasons I hate Keshia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) She has a stupid name, why wouldnt her parents just call her Joan, or Linda, or something non-stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) She knows everyone, its creepy, my theory: There is not one Keshia, but several, maybe even a dozen, and these Keshia-bots (which I will now call them) are spreading and meeting people and reporting back to there master, which may or may not be Ru-Paul. I have no proof of this, but its entirely possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) She secretly wants to be a mechanic. Who's secret longing is that? What the hell, Keshia. I secretly long to be an astronaut, thats normal, but a mechanic? Thats like my 12 year old neighbour who told me when she was 8 that she wanted to be a dentist...things like that are spooky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) If I had to rank her whole family, she would be last. They are fierce competition, but if youve met her parents, you know where its at (ps. Happy Birthday Mr. Keshia's dad, who I will call Karl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) She wont let me marry Karl (see. number 4.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the final and most grave reason as to my hatred for Keshia....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) She doesnt let me come over and make non-cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110056716279784161?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110056716279784161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110056716279784161' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110056716279784161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110056716279784161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-like-lost-treasure.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110047697568797539</id><published>2004-11-14T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T19:02:55.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When you vote, you don't lick the curtain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lisarein.com/9-9-03-daily-corddry.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob Corddry is my hero, honestly, hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I was watching my 2 weeks worth of back-logged John Stewart episodes and, awesome. Thats all I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy and I got Shish Taouk today, without Matthew Foster. We know how to live on the edge. I painted my nails, I'm classy that way. Also, I ate yogurt, which is gross cause I hate yogurt. The smell, The taste, the fact that its loaded with bacterial culture, something about those words make me swoon in the worst possible way: Bacterial Culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODB died, its sad, but not really that sad. Can we just flash back to the ODB Welfare scandal for a second? He was loaded and still getting welfare, amazing. I love the US for giving money to everyone who doesnt need it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110047697568797539?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110047697568797539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110047697568797539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110047697568797539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110047697568797539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/11/when-you-vote-you-dont-lick-curtain.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110038873918541858</id><published>2004-11-13T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T18:32:19.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lelievre.olivier.free.fr/image/charlie_and_the_chocolate_factory.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;July 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110038873918541858?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110038873918541858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110038873918541858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110038873918541858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110038873918541858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/11/july-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110032420305817840</id><published>2004-11-13T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T00:36:43.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why Cant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Things be like they were 4 months ago.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Micheal Stipe not suck ass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It be christmas so that I could play Trivial Persuit until my brain goes numb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My lip not hurt from me biting it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Theresa get kicked out of Turkey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister learn how to cook so that the house wouldnt smell like burnt chesse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dianas dad live with me, so that things like "If I wanted to see Pavoratti I would have gone" and "Play some fucking hits you idiot" can be yelled to people more often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I stop being so damn girly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I stop thinking about you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110032420305817840?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110032420305817840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110032420305817840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110032420305817840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110032420305817840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/11/why-cant-things-be-like-they-were-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110028353879903560</id><published>2004-11-12T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T18:11:12.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GL IS A LOSER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110028353879903560?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110028353879903560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110028353879903560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110028353879903560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110028353879903560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/11/gl-is-loser-need-i-say-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-110005512954276094</id><published>2004-11-09T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T21:52:09.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Depeche Mode: Best Band ever, its about time to resurect them, that and Peaches, but I dont actually know where that CD is.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to make a Tainted Youth fan site except not, cause.....yeah, plus taintedyouth.ca already exists so, Sam Im sorry, its just not happening.&lt;br /&gt;I wish Dave Mustaine would die, Megadeath-not so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today rocks because: 4 bags of $0.99 Halloween candy&lt;br /&gt;Today sucks because: Hersheys busted out the Christmas commercials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its your eyes that kill me, I want those eyes, I would die for those eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-110005512954276094?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/110005512954276094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=110005512954276094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110005512954276094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/110005512954276094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/11/depeche-mode-best-band-ever-its-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109996512120710370</id><published>2004-11-08T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T20:52:01.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.golden-gun.de/Beach%201.JPG" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run away to Morocco. One year on the beach, carefree. One day Ill go, I swear to god I will...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Try and stop me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I dare you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109996512120710370?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109996512120710370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109996512120710370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109996512120710370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109996512120710370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-want-to-run-away-to-morocco.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109924270516990835</id><published>2004-10-31T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T12:11:45.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.delarge.co.uk/dv/ugly.jpg" width="405" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Brighton. Tell me he's not awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109924270516990835?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109924270516990835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109924270516990835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109924270516990835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109924270516990835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/10/brighton.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109910267926544681</id><published>2004-10-29T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T22:17:59.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How sad am I:&lt;br /&gt;Its friday night and Im watching "The Story of...The Cure"&lt;br /&gt;They keep on calling Robert Smith a "Pin-up"&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong, hes an awesome artist, but pin up? He is not.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I werent such a loser, it would make life go by faster.&lt;br /&gt;Im re-reading Jailbird and I think I need to marry Kurt Vonnegut, I dont care if it would never happen, Im alowed to fantisize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me? Ok? Deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109910267926544681?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109910267926544681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109910267926544681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109910267926544681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109910267926544681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-sad-am-i-its-friday-night-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109900367191174276</id><published>2004-10-28T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T18:47:51.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I crush way to easily. I shouldnt be alowed around boys, they drive me CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109900367191174276?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109900367191174276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109900367191174276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109900367191174276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109900367191174276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-crush-way-to-easily.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109892710729668843</id><published>2004-10-27T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T21:31:47.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had written a long post about how the world seems to be crashing down around me and how everyones changed and compromised themselves to be with someone else and how Im a selfish moron for expecting things to always stay the way they were, but it got erased.&lt;br /&gt;The moral of my story is no matter what I do things will keep on changing and I will keep on cringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, incase you were wondering, the new Social Distortion CD rocks my ass, and I mean hard. Its up there with Death to the Pixies and PawnShoppe Heart if you ask me, mind you, you didnt ask me. Thank you Matthew Foster for letting me steal it from you, and Im sorry for pushing you infront of the car, I didnt ACTUALLY want you to die, mind you a broken foot would have been a little funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be falling, but I cant tell. I need a hug or a really stong sedative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109892710729668843?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109892710729668843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109892710729668843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109892710729668843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109892710729668843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-had-written-long-post-about-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109875017587808682</id><published>2004-10-25T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T20:22:55.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5&lt;br /&gt;....4&lt;br /&gt;.......3&lt;br /&gt;...2&lt;br /&gt;.....1&lt;br /&gt;Its almost christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, I know it hasnt been halloween yet.&lt;br /&gt;60 days! 60 days! 60 days! 60 days!&lt;br /&gt;I cant take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? come here, now. Deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. If I hear Lisa Simpson read Edgar Allen Poe's the Raven one more time this year, Ill die, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109875017587808682?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109875017587808682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109875017587808682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109875017587808682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109875017587808682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/10/5_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109865428224617293</id><published>2004-10-24T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T17:44:42.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cue the Nostalgia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomerweb.net/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/fun_dip2.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why they rule:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After 3 dips, youre tongue goes numb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Lik-a-stix tastes like I would imagine chalk does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The powder makes you sneeze a little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are Oompa-Loompas on the package&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are painfully addictive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My moneys on the powder being cocaine, it would explain the stunted growth and nasty complextion of the Oompa-Loompas, someone should look into this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109865428224617293?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109865428224617293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109865428224617293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109865428224617293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109865428224617293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/10/cue-nostalgiawhy-they-ruleafter-3-dips.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109853516981248392</id><published>2004-10-23T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T08:39:29.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I feel Deprived.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/295/1001/640/Nintendo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/295/1001/640/Nintendo2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What happened to Video games?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109853516981248392?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109853516981248392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109853516981248392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109853516981248392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109853516981248392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-feel-deprived_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109803058408097572</id><published>2004-10-17T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T12:29:44.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lesson learned and not a minute too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was supposed to go to Jupiter Room with Sam, and around 230 I got REALLY excited, so I decided to start pre-drinking. Then a bunch of stuff happened that ended with me eating chicken and NOT regretting it. Thats twice in one weekend Ive eaten chicken- le awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of my story: By 1030 I passed out in my bed and once again slept through Jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: Dont make plans you cant keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Theresa, I dont miss you-infact, maybe you should stay in Turkey for another year or so, it wouldnt make a difference to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109803058408097572?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109803058408097572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109803058408097572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109803058408097572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109803058408097572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/10/lesson-learned-and-not-minute-too-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109751222666997567</id><published>2004-10-11T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T12:30:26.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is an Apology to Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ditched you, I fell asleep and didnt go to jupiter room, I missed a night of fun because I slept.&lt;br /&gt;I owe you the following things:&lt;br /&gt;1) Sex with yours truly&lt;br /&gt;2) My hand (im cutting it off as we speak)&lt;br /&gt;3) Candy and possibly beer, depending on how moneys doing when I decide to kidnap you from school sometime this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109751222666997567?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109751222666997567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109751222666997567' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109751222666997567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109751222666997567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-apology-to-sam-i-ditched-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109726916343811168</id><published>2004-10-08T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T17:17:45.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Times, They Are a Changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sneakers.pair.com/l/xrunr-b.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I think of my childhood, I think of a simpler time. A time of Kickin' NKOTB (New kids on the block....), Rockin' lime green shirts, and yes, LA Gear Light up sneakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, though, you cant call the shoes kids are wearing sneakers, you cant call the music they are listening to kickin', and damn it you sure as hell cant call what they wear Rockin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blame puberty for turning the youth into sluts with "taste".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109726916343811168?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109726916343811168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109726916343811168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109726916343811168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109726916343811168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/10/times-they-are-changing-when-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109718863093479543</id><published>2004-10-07T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T20:38:27.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;Tank Girl&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lambiek.net/artists/hewlett_jamie/hewlett_tankgrl2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly underrated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109718863093479543?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109718863093479543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109718863093479543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109718863093479543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109718863093479543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/10/tank-girl-highly-underrated.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109702937929808726</id><published>2004-10-05T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T22:22:59.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The debates are a joke, I really dont see the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I like to rewind things that have happened in my mind, and redo them in a way that I like more. Ill do it 7 or 8 times with the same moment, and everytime it will be completly different. I like to think of how people would react, even though I know its too late to go back.&lt;br /&gt;I also like to try and peg people. Shove them into a broad stereotype and move on. Then I find out Im wrong, and people actually have deep, and meaningful lives. They've been through things, shattering or great, you think someones so shallow, but often its protection. It makes me want to replay every second I spent with this person, and treat them less stereotypically, I regret somethings Ive said and wish I could take them back, but at the same time I know I cant.&lt;br /&gt;You'ld think this would mean that Ild stop classyfying people but I wont.&lt;br /&gt;What Ive learnt:&lt;br /&gt;1) I love cryptic posts&lt;br /&gt;2) Im a bigger bitch then I thought&lt;br /&gt;3) You'ld miss me if I were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109702937929808726?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109702937929808726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109702937929808726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109702937929808726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109702937929808726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/10/debates-are-joke-i-really-dont-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109693650192035694</id><published>2004-10-04T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T20:35:01.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.libertythink.com/boogeyman.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;You know that feeling where it's as though you're the world and when the sun is up you're the happiest person ever to exist, you're so ecstatic it's numbing and you can barely take it, you just want to die because you know the world just can't get any better. But then you also want to hold on to it for dear life because you know that any minute now the sun will set and the dank darkness will take you in. And you can't escape the darkness; it's like the young boy petrified of his room at night, he cant even stay inside of it, he quietly and carefully creeps up to his parents bedroom door and waits, not wanting to wake them but not wanting to stay alone, then again he knows the suns comming up soon and it will bring the refuge he so dearly desires?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Yeah, me neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109693650192035694?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109693650192035694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109693650192035694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109693650192035694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109693650192035694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-know-that-feeling-where-its-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109673514670640722</id><published>2004-10-02T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T12:43:40.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're Breaking Up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://membres.lycos.fr/guyt22/hpbimg/Canada%202002%203%20142.jpg" width="310" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear John,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been seriously looking back upon our relationship and getting very clear on what I need and desire out of a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion I have come to is that we are too different in both our personality and our desired lifestyles to be able to successfully live together with joy, bliss, good communication, and interaction.&lt;br /&gt;This is not about you or about me "winning or losing", or about one of us being wrong -- it is about two ways of being... which do not fulfill each other, or go together. Though I had been open to having you visit with the thought that possibly we could 'try' again, after thinking about it a lot, I realize that it is not a good idea. I am very clear that we are not the 'right' people for each other at this time in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive yourself, and me, for any 'mistakes' we made along the way... and remember that we both have grown immensely through being together... but the time has come to move on.&lt;br /&gt;So basically what I am saying is that I would like to 'cancel' my invitation for you to visit. I feel at this time, that I need to move on with my life, and having you come and visit would not serve any positive purpose. You need to accept that this relationship is over and open yourself up to receiving the blessings of the universe...&lt;br /&gt;I think we both need to let go of the past, be grateful for what we had for a time, learn from our experiences, and move on from there.&lt;br /&gt;Do not see this as losing something, but rather as having gained knowledge and wisdom... Everything that you learned from us being together, as well as from us being separated, you will be able to put in practice in your next relationship to avoid the traps that we got into.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING ALWAYS WORKS OUT FOR THE BEST, and this is no exception. Please don't get into feeling sorry for yourself and wanthing to 'end it all'. Rather, thank God for the learning experience, and ask for the openness to recognize the blessings in your life. They are there... open yourself up to being you, accepting yourself completely without judgment, and loving yourself unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you joy, I wish you happiness, I wish you heaven on earth. Please trust in yourself and the Universe enough to take some deep breaths, and start looking to find and create joy in your life. It is there... simply step out and claim it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the time we shared, but its over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Christine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109673514670640722?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109673514670640722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109673514670640722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109673514670640722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109673514670640722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/10/were-breaking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109657732946929715</id><published>2004-09-30T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T16:48:49.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today wins.&lt;br /&gt;I dont care what happens all week because no matter what, today wins.&lt;br /&gt;Best bus ride EVER, first, Tony and I take the bus, and hes honestly one of the coolest people EVER. Then, at the same stop Tony gets off, Gabe gets on, and that boy is a party in and of himself, even when he is going to the dentist to get his tooth pulled, and then when Gabe gets off.......(yeah Im building the suspence...)........Seb gets on, and I havent seen that boy in like 6 months. (PS, donnate money to the Seb should be going to The Pixies fund, it just doesnt seem right for him not to be there)&lt;br /&gt;So the point of my story is, I found someone to go to Franz Ferdinand with....I think....well see how this plays out&lt;br /&gt;And Taras party is going to be le rocking, if all goes according to plan, I just might end up sneeze barfing by the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109657732946929715?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109657732946929715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109657732946929715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109657732946929715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109657732946929715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-wins.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109607433196293110</id><published>2004-09-24T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T21:05:31.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And once again Im home on a friday night, not because there is nothing better to do, but because sadly I cant bring myself to do anything. I dont know when I started feeling so old, Im seventeen and the idea of staying up past 9 is making my limbs quiver, and not in a good kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is gone, I can barely think straight ever. I dont know whats going on in my life ever and I can barely tell when Im comming and when Im going. Theres too much to do and I just dont care to do any of it.&lt;br /&gt;Im going to Franz Ferdinand alone because no one I know got tickets before it was sold out. I vote booooo. Im still going, I just wont smile as much&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bag of candy and then I found out I have a cavity, it hurts but its worth it, I would kill for gobstoppers, a cavity wont keep me back.&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed Dianas hot hot heat CD and was pleasantly surprised, I think Im in love with them. Why is it that I always manage to fall inlove with bands after they come here?&lt;br /&gt;Theresas still gone, I miss her so much. Apparently several people are claimming they were infact her best friend, and this causes me distress. Theresa, when did Alex become your best friend and why exactly does she hate me? I would like her to know that I am not her biggest fan either.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow LX, then Jupiter? I dont feel like moving, I dont feel like breathing, I feel like shutting down indefinetly.&lt;br /&gt;Lifes so simple its become complicated, I cant turn around without getting lost. Why cant I handle thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109607433196293110?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109607433196293110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109607433196293110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109607433196293110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109607433196293110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-once-again-im-home-on-friday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109486374529719459</id><published>2004-09-10T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T20:49:05.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="416" src="http://graffitidreams.typepad.com/pickle_juice/photo_JANE1.jpg" width="454" /&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://www.tonystrading.co.uk/graphics/cartoon-images/wilma.gif" width="148" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how stupid both Wilma and Jane are made out to be. See I realize how sad it is that in the prime of my life Im watching both The Jetsons and The Flitnstones, but its also the best thing ever and youre just jealous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, though, that both of them are supposed to be moronic and ignorant, they never know whats going on and EVERYTHING surprises them, the point being, if I were looking for a wife I would so look for someone just like them. They always have supper ready for their husbands, theyll do just about anything and my moneys on both of them swallowing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred Flintstone is the luckiest man ever, you got to love dumb luck because thats all he has and somehow he manages like no bodys business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109486374529719459?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109486374529719459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109486374529719459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109486374529719459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109486374529719459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-love-how-stupid-both-wilma-and-jane.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109444220419309872</id><published>2004-09-05T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T23:43:24.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LX is clossing, Ive known for 3 months, but only now its set it,&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago I saw judgemental play, and even though they suck it changed my life forever, I started going to shows alot spending the greater part of my formative years at LX. Not thinking about how much it changed me&lt;br /&gt;I would have been ugnorant to a whole world, and I know I speak not only for myself when I say, this is possibly on e of the greatest losses I have experiencen in my life, LX was like my mentor, as cheesy as it sounds I had os many of my first and in some cases seconds there, my first kiss, the first person I could honestly say I think I loved, the first exposure to the underbelly of one of the greatest cities in the world, I met some of the most important people in the world to me and went with those who meant the most to me, without LX I honestly couldnt tell you where Id be.&lt;br /&gt;What those who come after me are being robed of is not solely a place to drink behind, of to forget the outside world, not only a place to meet some of the most influencial people on your life and act in ways you are sure you will regret tomorrow, they are missing out on a whole life that personally I would never take back, the stupid things ive done there and the people Ive met are 2 of the things I would never take back, every word Ive exchanged has been meaningfull to me and regardless of where LX ends up or who works there, where it really stands and who plays, I will always have a piece of my soul sitting at 182 St. Catherines East, where my adolescence was passed and my adulthood began,&lt;br /&gt;And so to LX I say with confidance:&lt;br /&gt;Dont fear the past of the troubles in the future, as long as we have our memories we'll always be together babe, I love you as the venue with the rotting walls and the stench filled hallways but in my heart you can do no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109444220419309872?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109444220419309872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109444220419309872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109444220419309872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109444220419309872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/09/lx-is-clossing-ive-known-for-3-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109440984300115862</id><published>2004-09-05T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T14:44:03.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Et bein, I love when things all come together like they are right NOW, and by come together I mean Im in one of those I slept 3 hours last night, which I blame on: Jeremys snoring and the tine couch that I was banished to. Anyways the point is now Im in one of those moods, I know I should sleep because Ill be out again tonight, but I also know that I dont want to so whats the solution? Three words for you; The Adams Family. The most relaxing movie EVER, it makes me feel like Im sleeping but I know Im awake, I dont know what it is about those movies there so mind bogglingly awesome, they can do no wrong, kinda like the Beastie Boys and Boy George-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do no wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night was ecclectically super-tastic. Tony did the drugs, Paul had straight hair, I got like 9 belly rubs, what more could a girl want? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean asides from cookie dough but I have some of that now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Judgemental show EVER tonight, Im happy for several reasons, itll be either really funny or very le suck, its a Sunday Im up for either, I need 10$, beer, spray paint, and to shower, not necessarily in that order, oh man Im gonna sleep now that the movies over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aurevoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109440984300115862?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109440984300115862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109440984300115862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109440984300115862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109440984300115862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/09/et-bein-i-love-when-things-all-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109425222991209822</id><published>2004-09-03T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T08:58:27.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.talkingcatalog.com/genesis/images/new/content/ABIN0404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the smell that gets me&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicating childhood memories&lt;br /&gt;Lets go back, together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109425222991209822?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109425222991209822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109425222991209822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109425222991209822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109425222991209822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-smell-that-gets-me-intoxicating.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109425168406826587</id><published>2004-09-03T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T18:48:04.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a month since my last post, and Im back, school started, shockingly Im neither dead or dropped out- anythings still possible, Ill keep you posted&lt;br /&gt;My poor Theresa has left me and therefore made Turkey one slot lower on the places Im gonna go list....I should probably make that list actually, she'll be back, they always come back&lt;br /&gt;I have to write a paper on Gilgamesh, leading me to the conclusion that I hate the Greeks, mind you I already suspected as much,&lt;br /&gt;Im in love, well not with anyone in particular, I think Im having reverse Spring fever, Im in love with the idea of finding someone, its not going to great but I have faith in myself, which Im guessing makes me the only person with that faith at this point, but either way,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is a friday, which typically means Im going to foufs, but not this friday, not me. I havent moved in 3 hours and dont intend to anytime soon, I was engulfed in 4 blankets, more like a cocoon then a bed, whos going to argue with the Pixies in the background? You think youve got a broken face eh? Ill show you broken face, look into my sinus', thats pretty broken if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the Pixies, YES WERE GOING...where did I put those tickets though? I think I should get out of bed and look for them....shit oh man, I really dont know where they are, Im going to find them, aurevoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109425168406826587?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109425168406826587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109425168406826587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109425168406826587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109425168406826587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-been-month-since-my-last-post-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109233738111114919</id><published>2004-08-12T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:03:01.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tara got her liscence, which means were all going to die, but at least we'll get there faster, so it works out well. I saw Harold and Kumar go to White Castle and for the stupidest movie ever, It was SO FUNNY, moronic but amazing, and then I went to dollar cinema with Ian and saw Troy, which leads me to ask the question; is there anything hotter than Brad Pitt and Orlando Bloom in skirts? No. there really really isnt. And then I saw little black book, with sucked ass, and not hot ass like Orlando or Brad, Im talking nasty ass like Liza or Esther (Give it to me esther) so Im gonna skip on EVER seeing it again...EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hit 13, so I think we need to pick a finishing number and go for that by the new year. I vote 25, we can do it! Go for it!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Foufs again? Yes?!? I think its getting sad 3 times a week. but school starts soon, so then the fun will be over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theresa's Leaving in: 3 days, 3 hours and 56 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109233738111114919?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109233738111114919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109233738111114919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109233738111114919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109233738111114919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/08/tara-got-her-liscence-which-means-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109157821308363834</id><published>2004-08-03T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T20:10:13.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to get a filling tomorrow because I chunk of my back tooth fell out. Just thinking about it makes me cringe, then palpatate, then shiver, then giggle. Itll be a violent morning tomorrow, and so the plan for the evening, get really really drunk, that way I wont think about it and by 12 tomorrow itll be nothing more then a passing memory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like complete trash, and I dont even know why. My joints feel like compacted bowling balls attached to spaghetti sting arms, and dragging myself around has proven to be the most challenging thing Ive ever done. Which doesnt say much for me I guess. On the more enlightening side of lately, I got a postcard from my old teacher, shes in St. Petersburg, Ive passed green and have entered the relm of being orange with jealousy, that should be changed to orange, it seems like more of a jealous colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I escorted Theresa to the Mega Video near Lionel Groulx with aspirations of seeing Seb so that she could say good-bye as in 10 days she will be leaving for Turkey. Izmir to be exact, I believe cringing is in order, and I think its about time EVERYONE admits they hadn't heard of it before she announced that was where she was going. The point of the matter is, Seb wasnt there and I think that he should have to be there ALL the time, infact, why doesnt he just move it and make all of our lives easier? I have faith that one day he will,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now off to foufs to see our DJ and drink $5 pitchers, I cant wait until Im actually 18 and my stomach doesnt make that twisted bombing type feeling before I go anywhere, soon, soon, soon, soon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109157821308363834?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109157821308363834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109157821308363834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109157821308363834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109157821308363834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-have-to-get-filling-tomorrow-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109025589953899895</id><published>2004-07-19T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T12:52:34.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I spent just about two hours watching crappy porn yesterday at 2 pm, and it made me think, who the hell needs 12 different porn channels at 2 pm? The answer, Theresa. Either way, I felt bad for the porn "stars". The really issue at hand is, why couldnt my mom have been black or something thats not aerian, that way I wouldnt be this sunburnt. Its actually ridiculous how red I am. &lt;br /&gt;I missed the Virus last night, I forgot it was last night and went to bed at 10, its kinda depressing, at least I saw then last year...but thats a lie cause I didnt pay to go in last year. &lt;br /&gt;Im not going out until tuesday night, and its monday morning-ish, so the question Im facing is, what could I do to entertain myself in my house for the next day and a half??? hmmmmm..... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I've decided, in honour of Sebs passive aggressive nature, that I will bow down from this pathetic fued and allow Theresa to take control of the old Seb fan Club, and I, in my infinite wisdom, have created the Reform Seb Fan Club. We meet Thursdays at 7 and Theresa may have NO part in it, there is no "president" as everyone is seen equal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109025589953899895?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109025589953899895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109025589953899895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109025589953899895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109025589953899895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-spent-just-about-two-hours-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-109012837375241820</id><published>2004-07-18T01:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T01:26:13.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive been challenged and I claim the Seb fan club in the name of me, thats all I got.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Plus boys are stupid, and I mean all boys, this has been the WORST boy weekend EVER, and Im including the Joey fiasco of last year, and that was a pretty bad weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN FRANZ FERDINAND, MONTREAL, I THINK YES...talk about a great show, SO EXCITED.&amp;nbsp; But seriously I think I hate boys why are they stupid, huh? yeah, I got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;And I maintain that the Presidents of the United States of America are the best band EVER, and if Kathy insults them one more time, there is going to be some serious cap-busting a-la Carston (if that was him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-109012837375241820?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/109012837375241820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=109012837375241820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109012837375241820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/109012837375241820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/07/ive-been-challenged-and-i-claim-seb.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108966366244997569</id><published>2004-07-12T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T16:21:02.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Regardless of what Kathy says, the Presidents of the United States of America are infact THE BEST BAND EVER. I think Im addicted, which is a very very good thing...in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.moskowitz.com/Presidents11.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think Im doing this blog thing right, cause I keep on turning it into a livejournal accidentally, stupid me and my stupid lack of ranting topped off with too much stuff to not say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an even better idea, how about EVRYONE IS A LIAR. So people are all like, oh did you hear, theres going to be a Spice Girl reunion tour, and I was like, sure....then I got excited, then THEY LIED...its a big big lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://people.zeelandnet.nl/wbekkers/images0302/spice-girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those girls still make me want to slam my body down and wind it all around, and then figure out what a zigazigah really is....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108966366244997569?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108966366244997569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108966366244997569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108966366244997569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108966366244997569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/07/regardless-of-what-kathy-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108881026800618844</id><published>2004-07-02T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T19:17:48.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Buck 65, some say terrible others say genius, I vote - The next Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;Better than that, the plan was a success like a super success, meaning tuesdays going to be SO GREAT, or akward it could go either way actually.&lt;br /&gt;I found my Franz Ferdinand CD, Im the HAPPIEST PERSON EVER&lt;br /&gt;Im not going to foufs tonight, its half because my other plans are better, and half cause Im sleepy, its a good balance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108881026800618844?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108881026800618844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108881026800618844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108881026800618844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108881026800618844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/07/buck-65-some-say-terrible-others-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108862863350443341</id><published>2004-06-30T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T16:50:33.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pennywise was fun, they were nice which works out well because I wouldnt pay money to see them.&lt;br /&gt;Why dont they play the Garfield cartoon more regularly on tv, I just dont get it, its GOLD. None of this crappy movie for me, Im enraged....ENRAGED.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Canada day and I think Im a little too excited, it better rock as hard as Im hoping, Pre Drinking fun, should be pre drunk fun, the old port should be old and portish and foufs should be THE BEST, only because Ive concocted a foolproof plan, and all I have to say is, cute boys watch out...&lt;br /&gt;Fonzi's tonight? Yes? YES! Tim maybe? hot, yes! &lt;br /&gt;Half the time I dont even understand what Im saying. I need to find someone to go to the show on Saturday, otherwise anger, I dont REALLY want to go but I think I should to be polite, and NO ONE is free, and Im not going alone, well see how all this plays out, and out it will play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108862863350443341?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108862863350443341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108862863350443341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108862863350443341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108862863350443341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/06/pennywise-was-fun-they-were-nice-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108803164045744080</id><published>2004-06-23T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T19:00:40.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fake Prom was AWESOME. There were like 10327 cute boys, plus dancing, plus I SAW GREG and I almost NEVER see Greg. It was a snazy night. Then Convocation which was pretty amazing, long and boring. The Darkness were really great, so much energy, it was great, and this weekend damn well better rock, Thursday - Foufs, Friday - foufs? Saturday - Prom. So, it should be fun...Im gonna go buy groceries cause i like to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108803164045744080?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108803164045744080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108803164045744080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108803164045744080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108803164045744080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/06/fake-prom-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108769038491152489</id><published>2004-06-19T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T20:13:04.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid Conservatives. I felt bad cause I dropped a 30 pounds sign on this womans head and it broke her glasses, but she was okay and plus she was kind of annoying so she left. Thursday I went to foufs with Sam and TB and Steph, dancing was fun, jordan was creepy, techno music was headachish. Sleep made it all better. TONIGHT FAKE PROM, Sam and TB are comming over and we're going to take montreal by storm....of at least get a few akward glances on the bus. Both are fun. First Tainted Youth, if we can convince Tara, and convince we will...There will be some drunken fun tonight, I can smell it comming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108769038491152489?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108769038491152489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108769038491152489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108769038491152489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108769038491152489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/06/stupid-conservatives.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108732434185374562</id><published>2004-06-15T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T14:32:21.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.br-online.de/kultur-szene/artikel/0309/28_wiesnhit/foto/franzferdinand_domino.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franz Ferdinand, the unhealthy obsession of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools done, Im happy. I pierced my ears, this is a pretty big deal; just about every year since I was 7 I went to do it and every single time I freak out and leave. Not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all bands should have to break out into German on at least one of the songs on their cd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108732434185374562?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108732434185374562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108732434185374562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108732434185374562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108732434185374562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/06/franz-ferdinand-unhealthy-obsession-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108709564885978287</id><published>2004-06-12T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T23:00:48.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part one of Christines Party Summer started this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;Even though I still have exams I dont care cause it had to start eventually. So, last night I went to Foufs and EVERYONE, almost, was there. By everyone I obviously mean Sam, TB, Steph, Skana, Chris, Nick, Jeanme, Gail, Jen, yeah lots of people. So anyways, it was fun, except for super nerdy boy who kept dancing with me, I poured beer on his leg to get him to leave, but it didnt work. Then some other guy bought me beer and so it cancelled out the loosing done on the first guy. The bus ride home was the longest 356 ride ever, I feel asleep and shit went down at McDonalds, which made me giggle. And then more shit went down on the bus, which was also a little funny. Ive decided I hate when people talk shit about others behind there back for NO REASON. Its so frustrating!!!! GRRRRR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So then I slept like 6 minutes and got up to go to Laronde which was all crowded and smelt a little, but I smelt so it blended. and now im burnt and so I hate the Sun....I miss winter a little bit too much, its unhealthy. I just got home and oh man I think I might be the more tired person in Canadia, so Im gonna shower and sleep....thats a lie, Im gonna sleep and shower tomorrow...Im so gross but at least I know it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108709564885978287?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108709564885978287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108709564885978287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108709564885978287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108709564885978287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/06/part-one-of-christines-party-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108682482144431421</id><published>2004-06-09T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T19:47:01.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its really funny how Ive officially given up, I put my Physics stuff in the recycling and I dont care if I fail, I kinda hope I pass but if I dont there are worse things that can happen. &lt;br /&gt;THE DECISION HAS BEEN MADE: Since next week all I have is a french test, and french is like a bad joke, and a History test, which is the easiest thing in the WORLD, This weekend is going to be the non stop party weekend! Unless I get sleepy, then it'll be the sleeping weekend, which is also pretty damn fun. &lt;br /&gt;They shouldnt make kool-Aid in any flavour except for Cherry and Orange, all the others are just icky, what is green anyways? Ive been trying to figure it out for months and somehow the supply of green Kool-Aid just keeps growing. &lt;br /&gt;The following things need to make a comeback:&lt;br /&gt;-Elton John&lt;br /&gt;-Bop-it&lt;br /&gt;-Skit-it&lt;br /&gt;-Anything that ends in it&lt;br /&gt;-Toys that talk&lt;br /&gt;-Novelty clothes (like the clock necklaces and hats that say things like Yoy Soy El Caliente)&lt;br /&gt;If all these things happen Ill be the happiest person in the world...Otherwise Ill be sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108682482144431421?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108682482144431421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108682482144431421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108682482144431421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108682482144431421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-really-funny-how-ive-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108665242329420850</id><published>2004-06-07T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T19:53:43.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend was pretty crazy, and I blame it all on Sam and her antics. Friday was promalicious, Ive decided Im going to wear prom dresses everywhere from now on, it's just more fun like that. I stayed up till 4, which sucks cause I missed the sun rise and I was the only person asleep. When I got home at like 8, I slept until noonish. &lt;br /&gt;Then Silly TB called and was all "We have to go buy Hawaiian stuff for Rubis' party" and then the store closed and we didnt buy things, we didnt look very Hawaiian but oh well. Rumours were a-brewin that a certain sexy boy was going to show up and there were a few giddy girls (named Sam) who were pretty damn excited. The night had everything needed to be the perfect party:&lt;br /&gt;-Tiki Torches&lt;br /&gt;-Robin Naked&lt;br /&gt;-A baby pool&lt;br /&gt;-A sombrero&lt;br /&gt;Then Ryan was all like "Can I crash at your place" and I said yes cause I felt bad.&lt;br /&gt;And then to top it all off, Nick shows up and bites Sam on the neck, and then Sam didnt really want to go off and find him all alone, so I went with her and so Ryan had to follow. He seemed pretty upset cause he had this big "Motley Crue Night" planned, he kept on talking about how we were going to watch all the videos and stay up all night drinking JD, which was cool, but Nicks friend was pretty hot, so I went with Sam and Ryan to their place and we watched Half Baked, and my stomach was eating itself alive, so that was pretty scary. Sam and Nick hooked up and I was so jealous....SO JEALOUS, except I was happy for Sam cause now they're going to hang out more so I get to see more of the sexy Nick...plus I made out with Nicks cute friend, so it all worked out in the end. &lt;br /&gt;in Summary:&lt;br /&gt;YAY for Sam&lt;br /&gt;Boo for naked Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108665242329420850?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108665242329420850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108665242329420850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108665242329420850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108665242329420850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-weekend-was-pretty-crazy-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108613417734960136</id><published>2004-06-01T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T19:58:15.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know that feeling when nothing you ever try to do is going your way. It feels like this week Im fighting a loosing battle, nothings going right and there's nothing I can do to change it. Don't get me wrong, good things are happening; Schools over, Summers officially here, but the things Ive worked hardest at seem to be falling to the wasteside. The Yearbooks arent in and everyone thinks it was my fault, Prom plans seem to be deteriorating more and more each hour, and Im honestly going to fail both my physics and my economics exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to add to it, the Von Bondies are here tomorrow, and guess who's NOT going...yeah you got it, me. Other shows I probably won't end up going to: Slayer (15th), Pennywise (29th), anything else good that comes this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like Ms. Pacman, you watch her running away from Inky, Pinky, Blinky and Clyde, and you think the poor girl can try as hard as she can and even if she wins, they're just going to get stronger and show up at the next stage of her life and shes just going to get eaten, why bother trying in the first place if the monsters get to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arcadeclassics.co.uk/images/ms%20pacman.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't leave my house all summer, odds are nothing really bad will happen, and if it does well I won't have far to go to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, Im moving to Candiac with Sean...if only I knew where Candiac was....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108613417734960136?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108613417734960136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108613417734960136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108613417734960136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108613417734960136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/06/you-know-that-feeling-when-nothing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108602945971016768</id><published>2004-05-31T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T19:11:06.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11 minutes left and then one day of school till its over. Silly school...Art class is officially a big big joke because today we sat outside and did nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was pretty fun, went to the PT show, no complaint, I was so sleepy though, I left like 3 hours early, right after they played. I was home by 1030.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Robin on the bus and realized just how stupid that silly boy is. He played "The Phone Book Game". Him and Jay threw the book at each other until one of them couldnt take it, his face was all cut up. It was kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rubis is having a party Saturday, we're all supposed to dress up Hawaiian like, this should be interesting. I hoping its not one of those things where he tricks like 7 people into going by promising a big party, and then we all end up really bored. Im starting to think he finds stuff like that funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.scumpa.com/~art/jimmy-jeopardy-apr99/final-category.jpg" width=300px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should make jeopardy really stupid next April fools, it could be like this:&lt;br /&gt;Contestant 2: I'll take numbers please Alex&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Alright, the answer is 1000&lt;br /&gt;Contestant 3: What is the square root of one million?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: No, that is not what we were looking for...&lt;br /&gt;Contestant 2: What is one hundred times 10?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Sorry, thats not is...Contestant one, you can still give it a try&lt;br /&gt;(time runs out)&lt;br /&gt;Alex: The question we were very obviously looking for is what is one thousand and four minus four?&lt;br /&gt;That would be so much better than actual Jeopardy. I think Im going to write a letter or complaint. Thats what Ill do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108602945971016768?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108602945971016768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108602945971016768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108602945971016768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108602945971016768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/05/11-minutes-left-and-then-one-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108586249654718170</id><published>2004-05-29T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T16:28:16.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was so great SO GREAT. Fat Jay missed the season finale of the OC and I got to ruin it for me, making the whole night worth while. Jen almost beat up some chick and her friends. Robin wore fishnets...he never explained that one...it was pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up at 7 wasnt great though, I had to post like 40 of those signs for the election on lamp-posts all around downtown montreal, it wasnt very fun. Then I went to see Shrek 2 and fell asleep, but what I remember was really funny. And tonight, Im off to another show, which better be fun or else I just might fall asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108586249654718170?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108586249654718170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108586249654718170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108586249654718170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108586249654718170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/05/last-night-was-so-great-so-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108577566659909087</id><published>2004-05-28T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T16:21:06.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im such a loser, I saw it comming though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059287044_topaladdin.jpg" border="0" alt="CWINDOWSDesktopaladdin.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aladdin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What%20movie%20Do%20you%20Belong%20in%3F(many%20different%20outcomes!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108577566659909087?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108577566659909087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108577566659909087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108577566659909087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108577566659909087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/05/im-such-loser-i-saw-it-comming-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108568810657923005</id><published>2004-05-27T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T16:01:46.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm a little too excited for the show friday night, its damn well better be great, otherwise Ill make jarred pay....im candy...Im really looking forward to it though, its crazy. Saturday can suck ass and the show can be the worst thing ever for all I care, but friday, thats gonna be one hell of a shindig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/295/1001/640/File0016.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066;' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/295/1001/320/File0016.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the real question on everyones mind is how much of a fat kid am I? When we left the hotel, we forgot the doughnuts, there were alot of angry girls on that tourbus the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108568810657923005?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108568810657923005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108568810657923005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108568810657923005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108568810657923005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-think-im-little-too-excited-for-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108552202023258885</id><published>2004-05-25T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T17:53:40.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://roccobotte.8k.com/allrangersgif.gif"width=200pxheight=300px&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we all agree that since we've already done the retro 50's, 60's, 70's, and 80's, all we have left are the 90's. Why dear god why isnt it on the air anymore. You know whats wrong with children today? They have there Pokemon and such but they have a void that can be filled only by the beauty which is the Power Rangers...and of course Care Bears....dont get me started....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108552202023258885?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108552202023258885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108552202023258885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108552202023258885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108552202023258885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/05/can-we-all-agree-that-since-weve.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108541589206755174</id><published>2004-05-24T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T12:24:52.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In grade three Kathy and I used to make fun of this kid named Chris because he had a step-mother named Cindy. He made his parents a christmas card that said "Merry Christmas Dad and Cindy" I don't know why we did it, but it lasted until grade six, we literaly ran around chanting Cindy behind him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on a totally unrelated note, the countdown has OFFICIALLY begun, thats right people 29 days until....you guessed it The Darkness at Verdun auditorium. Which means....29 days till my graduation ceremony. Silly The Darkness with there same day show business, Ill still make it, even if I miss the opening band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best birthday gifts EVER...I like how its been 3 weeks since my birthday and the gifts are still comming. Honestly though, a hat that says TEAM CHRISTINE...it's complete genius, plus the DR.Feelgood CD to replace silly Ryan and his "I'll bring it next time, I swear" Definetly no complaints from me this year....except the lack of a giant clock necklace...damn you Public Enemy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108541589206755174?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108541589206755174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108541589206755174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108541589206755174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108541589206755174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/05/in-grade-three-kathy-and-i-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108535741301729354</id><published>2004-05-23T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:14:56.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.weirdwebbed.com/images/datejesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.datejesus.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to put a better picture, but it was too damn big *tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy is like Jesus!!! Oh wait...HE IS JESUS! Plus he doesnt want an Irish girlfriend, and he went to university, its like we're meant to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently EVERYONE knew about it last year and Im jumping on the band wagon late, once again, but you know what?FUNNY IS FUNNY GOD DAMN IT...great now I've angered Jesus, I hope you're all happy, how would you like it if he used your dad's name in vain huh? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I need to take a bath.....WITH JESUS...You'ld understand if you went to the link&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108535741301729354?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108535741301729354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108535741301729354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108535741301729354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108535741301729354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/05/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108483096211894272</id><published>2004-05-17T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T17:56:02.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.orizzontikubrickiani.it/images/manson.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie Healter Skelter was on last night and it was SO well done. I missed the last half hour because honestly, is it necessary to put a commercial ever 12 minutes? I lost interest...and fell asleep. The last half hour is the best though, at least it was in the book, with Bugliosi's court case and Manson's crazy courtroom antics. It damn well better be on TV in the next month so I can watch the end otherwise Im gonna go chernobyl on CITYTV's asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring fever has gotten me....or maybe it's summer now, I don't actually know. Either way, Ive given up on school work because I figure all I have to do now is pass and, with the exception of Physics, it'll be a piece of cake. Speaking of cake someone here never got one for her birthday...worst non-birthday ever. I better get cake before I turn 18 otherwise...it'll be a bad day for all of Dorval....they'll pay big time for this.... I really wanted one of those non-cakes from Maxi that taste so fake, and they come with the plastic balloons on them, those are the bestest tasting cakes in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sugarcraft.com/catalog/novelties/SCI-HB.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda like that cake, without the name Mike on it...you know where it's at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108483096211894272?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108483096211894272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108483096211894272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108483096211894272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108483096211894272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/05/movie-healter-skelter-was-on-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108474202204930157</id><published>2004-05-16T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T17:17:15.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.bongonews.com/StoryImages/minelli_wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think the point Im trying to make is that Liza Minelli's wedding was HIGHLY underrated. It might actually have been the most pivotal moment of the 21st century for me up to now. Which untimatly means one of two things: Im more pathetic that any one else thought, or Im actually the Queen of the Universe in Disguise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that anytime I hear Baba O'Riley by The Who it's in my head for the next 2 months? Stupid Summer of Sam got it in there again and no matter how many times I listen to it, it just won't go away...stupid The Who.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108474202204930157?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108474202204930157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108474202204930157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108474202204930157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108474202204930157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-i-think-point-im-trying-to-make-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108466214047231581</id><published>2004-05-15T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T19:03:47.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://24.104.40.205/jocks/steel/metalnews/images/velvetrevolver.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Velvet revolver are the greatest thing ever, Its like if you took hotness, and added a dash of sexy and a sprinkle of rrriowwwwww. Yeah they're great, Im in love! LOVE!!!! They're touring, they're going to toronto, not here. Same with Van Halen, like sucks, no one goods comming here. *tear, tear*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108466214047231581?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108466214047231581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108466214047231581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108466214047231581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108466214047231581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-velvet-revolver-are-greatest-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108464442763852144</id><published>2004-05-15T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T14:07:07.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first week at 17 is done, and I dont think I like it much. Its not as much fun as it should be....I think something needs to be done about this. Ont he upside I got my Darkness ticket so Im a happy camper. Speaking of camping, I really wanna go, but no one wants to go with me so no camping for Christine. I think I might be the only person in Montreal who didn't go to the Dashboard show yesterday, stupid Canada.&lt;br /&gt;I think they should make a law making cell phones illegal, they just might be the worst invention of the 20th century. And Im including nuclear weapons. &lt;br /&gt;Where are my party pants? Do they just not exist? Will I ever find the perfect pants that make other people thing I must be going somewhere great to be wearing such pants? After 3 months of searching the answer remains no....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108464442763852144?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108464442763852144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108464442763852144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108464442763852144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108464442763852144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-first-week-at-17-is-done-and-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108398064234230119</id><published>2004-05-07T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T21:48:30.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.csicop.org/si/2000-01/gorby.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may be a too infatuated with Gorbachev, its unhealthy. I remember when my goldfish (whos name I changed to Gorbachev when he developed a goiter on his brain...that might be why he died) It was the saddest day ever. Only because I didnt want to get rid of him...today would be his birthday because I got him 2 days before my birthday. My mom got rid of him when I went to school one day. I didnt even notice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108398064234230119?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108398064234230119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108398064234230119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108398064234230119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108398064234230119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-think-i-may-be-too-infatuated-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108389503783079217</id><published>2004-05-06T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T22:01:44.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.stud.uni-hamburg.de/users/afterglo/music/covers/v/velvet_underground.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im reading this book called Please Kill Me and it might just be one of the bestest books EVER. I mean second to The Dirt, cause its motley crue. I wish I were Nico, she was so pretty, and talented, and EVERYONE wanted to be her. She was like Jesus without the crusification and all that jazz....okay she was nothing like Jesus. Either way, I rest my case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ticket Pro is the worst invention EVER. Whats the point of it anyways, I like admissions, Im so happy the Darkness arent all ticketproing it up, Score: TicketPro:0 Admissions:1000007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108389503783079217?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108389503783079217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108389503783079217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108389503783079217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108389503783079217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-im-reading-this-book-called-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108378968338489188</id><published>2004-05-05T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T16:45:48.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.myuseless-info.com/cruestd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I still don't understand is why Motley Crue aren't worshipped for being the best band in the world, which we all secretly know they are. I'm sure if Vince Neil had been assasinated people would love them SO much more. They would get the respect they deserve and people would stop laughing in my face when they discover that Motley Crue are my favorite band...one day the world will come to terms with this and Ill be waiting in red leather pants with a motley crue shirt on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108378968338489188?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108378968338489188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108378968338489188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108378968338489188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108378968338489188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/05/what-i-still-dont-understand-is-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108351621130352388</id><published>2004-05-02T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T12:47:52.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunburns are the WORST THING EVER. There is no way that I could sit or lie down that's comfortable. So, anyways, more important than that, THE DARKNESS ARE COMING, I don't thing I can wait until June 22 for this, but if I have to, I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They opened an Amir down the street from my house, and now I eat. Just about everyday. Its kinda getting nauseating, but I still love it so its fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever invented the whole WalkAThon concept should be shot. Unless it was Terry Fox who started it, that man deserves respect, so no shooting. Either way, 15 kilometers is very very far, and getting lost is not a fun game, and when I got to the stupid old port, there was not McDonalds Orange "juice" left. And thats what I live for, the super watered down McDonalds juice. So, I need some and I dont know if Ill ever get any and it makes me want to cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 7 days its my birthday, which makes me super duper happy and then I forget that Im the same colour as a lobster. Owwwwww......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108351621130352388?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108351621130352388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108351621130352388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108351621130352388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108351621130352388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/05/sunburns-are-worst-thing-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108310290391415157</id><published>2004-04-27T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T17:59:18.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was one of those days, where the wind was so strong that you know one more gust and you’ll just fly away. To my dismay it didn’t. Im sick, I wouldn’t let my head and nose pain win if it weren’t for the weather, it has stripped me of my will to fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched summer of Sam last night and I was way too surprised. It wasn’t one of those teen movies that make no sense and have shameless killing scenes. It had the gratuitous sex scenes every 12 seconds, but it was still pretty great. Then Comic Book Confidential came on and I gave that a look, it was a lot better than I expected, which is always good when you’re feeling under the weather. If I wake up tomorrow and there’s no sun, I just may cry. Im giving my cold an ultimatum. If Im still sick Thursday, im going to go Chernobyl on myself. Ill eat a bar of soap or something…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t I go to G-Unit? I think that just may be my biggest regret EVER. Plus they’re on their 14th minute so pretty soon itll be too late to see them. Why are Franz Ferdinand so adorable? And why name a band after the cause of the first World War?  Theres nothing greater than superfluous history jokes in the entertainment business. Its golden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108310290391415157?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108310290391415157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108310290391415157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108310290391415157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108310290391415157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/04/it-was-one-of-those-days-where-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743518.post-108278270674769920</id><published>2004-04-24T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T01:02:35.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12:49, I just went to my last school dance ever *tear* I hadnt missed one, well I missed one but I went to see Weird Al so it balanced out. I hate dances, its a right of passage, you have to do it, sit alone and complain to yourself "Why do I come when I know Im going to hate it" Its just one of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the Rapture's CD Echoes, and it just may be the BEST cd of the week, wait, stike that....Month. I regret not going to see them, saddest day of my life, except the saddest day was when I didnt go to the distillers, or maybe when I fell off my bike when I was 7 and got a rock in my knee. Now Im a little sad, and a little tired, and a little wanting to shower. Damn showering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, well technically later today, Ska's Dead Show, it should be fun, otherwise Ill complain till someone makes it fun, there should be laws against people who arent fun, lifes better when everyones entertaining. We should pull a Brave New World and only people who have a purpose can live, otherwise you get a menial job is a factory where the fun people dont have to see you, BEST IDEA EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, off to bed to wait for something fun to happed, they really should make tablets that make you think you're taking a nap in a parc, that would be SO relaxing and plus then there'd be pidgeons and they're really adorable, except the ones with west nile, there kinda scary, kinda very scary....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6743518-108278270674769920?l=ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/feeds/108278270674769920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6743518&amp;postID=108278270674769920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108278270674769920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6743518/posts/default/108278270674769920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivegotticketsforthecircus.blogspot.com/2004/04/1249-i-just-went-to-my-last-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11089559842937609927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
