<?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-10865959</id><updated>2011-07-14T20:43:04.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rach's little alcove...</title><subtitle type='html'>The loving place of my many rants and raves...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-112753412239903154</id><published>2005-09-23T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T23:55:22.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go...</title><content type='html'>like always, i have been neglecting this little jewel that i like to call my blog.  it only seems that i post things when i'm way past the point of boredome and i've exhausted all other exciting (or not) activities...like cleaning my room (which i did tonight by the way, which in itself is a miracle).  so where did i leave off with my writings...oh yeah...a long time ago.  we'll too much has happened since that time for my to update on everything, so i'm just going to randomly type stuff until i get bored again.  i started at york, went through the culture shock of a big, new, multicultural school, and attend classes of 600 instead of 18.  a little different.  in a good way though.  i really don't understand why york has such a bad rep (i myself believed it until i went there).  the buildings are new and nice, the facilities are good, the profs are great for the most part, and my kines classes are excellent.  there are a lot of rich bitches with daddy's mercedes though, and the campus doesn't have a lot of history, so i guess that's where all the bad stuff comes from.  commuting isn't as bad as i thought it was going to be, but some mornings/afternoons i want to kill myself.  i swear people don't know how to drive.  they think they will get where they're going to get where they need to be by weaving in and out of traffic that is at a stand still bumper to bumper.  meanwhile they piss everyone else off cause they can't move, and then when they finally do get in the other lane, the lane that captain asshole just moved out of starts moving and he starts the whole game again.  for the most part the congestion eases up as soon as i get past martin grove which is alright.  ummm...what else.  well, i've got a lot of work...and about 10 million labs...all to do with computers for some reason which frustrates me because i hate entering data in excel.  waste of time.  my one lab is good though.  we get to do fitness testing and stuff so it's pretty sweet.  slowly but surely i'm working on the friends department.  i've got a few people that i talk to on a regular basis, but it's hard to become more than friends of necessity when i go to class, and drive home.  plus the fact that ginormous lectures aren't suitable "friend making" settings.  i'll get there eventually.  i'm definitely going to move out next year...i miss having my own place.  plus then i'll be closer to york and i can join a team or something (thinking of water polo so that i can still swim, but beat people up too :) ).  ummmm other than that, not too much else to report...drew is good...enjoying his new major (business admin), oh, and sam is home this weekend for the first time from niagara...she's loving it.  she has a new boy-toy, but i have yet to meet him or see him.  verging on boredome again, so i'm gonna wrap this up!  until next time folks! (not like anyone but me reads this ;) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-112753412239903154?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/112753412239903154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=112753412239903154&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/112753412239903154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/112753412239903154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/09/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go...'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-112432185253717462</id><published>2005-08-17T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:37:32.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well kids...it seems it takes me forever to post things on here...i blame that mostly to laziness.  i should take it up as my profession.  i'd be the best in the biz.  so i have one more week (after this one) working at the region, and then i'm done for the summer.  that should give me enough time to figure out what is going on with school and crap, as well as pick up some supplies.  york is so much bigger than cal...oh man...it's going to be a huge wake up call.  no more classes with 18 people.  maybe i'll actually meet some people that are interesting this time (i shouldn't say that completely because i made a few good friends at cal).  i'm excited, but mostly nervous.   i was planning on only going throught the "new school inductee" thing once...round two here i come!  sigh...now i have to lean all of the building, profs, people, surroundings, and parking tricks all over again.  what can you do though, it's worth it.  i'll be closer to family (wait, that's not really a bonus now is it...scratch that one...) , friends, and drew.  i'll get to see people on days that don't fall during summer vacation!  not to mention that i can actually go to bars and clubs here...as well as experience frosh week...damn yanks...hazing my ass.  so andrew is home for  another few days, this weekend sometime.   we're going out for japanese tomorrow with my aunt, grandparents, parents, and drew in richmond hill.  i've been there once before and it was soooo good...real right off the boat japanse food.  so excited!  hmmm...well, that's it for now.  i'll try and be good an write something soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-112432185253717462?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/112432185253717462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=112432185253717462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/112432185253717462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/112432185253717462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111904980110717852</id><published>2005-06-17T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T19:10:01.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;so...time for a little update?  i think so...it's been awhile.  let's see here...ok, well work has been going well...aside from melting in that horrible hot weather.  i have been flagging mostly, and we should be starting grass cutting soon.  my farmers tan is coming along nicely...golden brown on the outside, ivory white on the inside...saweeet!  i can't wait to walk around in my bikini like that.  android came home last weekend and it was a totally awesome time.  it's about time i saw him again!  we did some shopping, (the highlight of which was pj's pet store...i want lovebirds now btw), and some movie watching (as is a great pastime), went to see mr and mrs smith which i DEFINITELY recommend... some good laughs and great action to boot.  i honestly have to say the best thing was just being able to hug him again.  gosh, i do miss that kid sometimes...!  he's coming home again soon which i am of course looking forward to :)  this weekend is my cousin's buck and doe so it should be good drunken times for all.  i believe they are renting a hall, 10 bucks for admission, and cheap booze...this will be followed by crashing at their house in jamajax since we'll be too intoxicated to do anything else.  next weekend is packed.   maybe a trip to st catherines for some partying, and then amanda's birthday is on saturday which will be spent at the ranch in guelph.  gotta bust out the cowboy hat!  aside from that stuff, i can't really think of anything since my brain has atrophied from summer.  school stuff is in the process of being sorted, and maybe one day i'll even know what i want to do with my life!  and on one last note, who want to go and see batman begins...cause i know it a must see on my list!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caped crusader,  signing out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111904980110717852?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111904980110717852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111904980110717852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111904980110717852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111904980110717852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/06/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111904892768949334</id><published>2005-06-17T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T18:55:27.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well friends...it's a sad day...Pierre has left us forever.  Unfortunately he perished in the night...peacefully i would like to believe.  he did receive a proper burial however on the porcelain express...may he rest in peace, he will be missed.  oh, and andrew...stop laughing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111904892768949334?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111904892768949334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111904892768949334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111904892768949334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111904892768949334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/06/tear.html' title='tear...'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111360843395071699</id><published>2005-04-15T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T19:40:33.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who has a job??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;That's right ladies and gentlemen, i do!  yeehaw to being part of the region of peel roads crew!  i'll be your local garbage clean up, traffic control, and lawn maintenance gal.  look to see me in your neighbourhood soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111360843395071699?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111360843395071699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111360843395071699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111360843395071699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111360843395071699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/04/guess-who-has-job.html' title='Guess who has a job??!'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111353235396125299</id><published>2005-04-14T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:32:33.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/640/P1010017.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/400/P1010017.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark, drew, doulas, some dude, neil, and eric having a few...what a nice group of fellas :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111353235396125299?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111353235396125299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111353235396125299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111353235396125299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111353235396125299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/04/mark-drew-doulas-some-dude-neil-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111353225636004345</id><published>2005-04-14T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:30:56.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/640/P1010002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/400/P1010002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my little pooksters...aren't they just so cute!  yeah, that's what they want you to believe...secretly they're bad little children...not to mention that sam is wearing my hat, shirt and belt...what a little wench!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111353225636004345?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111353225636004345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111353225636004345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111353225636004345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111353225636004345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/04/here-are-my-little-pooksters.html' title=''/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111353209816124985</id><published>2005-04-14T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:28:18.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/640/Lake20artist20rendition20smaller.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/400/Lake20artist20rendition20smaller.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I am currently doing my last clinical placement.  Good old lakeside.  I must say though, it does have an awesome view of the lake, and it's right byt he tower.  That's me up on the third floor in the big glass window...can you see my waving?  there i am!  no, not really, just kidding...but that's where you could find me!  gotta love those cute little old people :)  well, most of them anyways...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111353209816124985?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111353209816124985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111353209816124985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111353209816124985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111353209816124985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/04/here-is-where-i-am-currently-doing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111353193111938900</id><published>2005-04-14T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:25:31.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/640/Picturesss.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/400/Picturesss.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture taken while wandering about Toronto.  This little adventure occurred while I was trying to find Lakeside Long-Term Care Centre...Sam and I ended up taking the street car in the complete wrong direction and ended up on the opposite side of the city.  Definitely not Parkdale...oh well, it was a good time, topped off by the fact that Sam stepped in a huge pile of dog shit and I laughed my ass off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111353193111938900?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111353193111938900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111353193111938900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111353193111938900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111353193111938900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/04/picture-taken-while-wandering-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111254243992510628</id><published>2005-04-03T11:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:33:59.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/640/viola.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/400/viola.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've decided to post some photographs by man ray since i enjoy his work immensly...this is probably one of his most famour pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111254243992510628?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111254243992510628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111254243992510628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111254243992510628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111254243992510628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-ive-decided-to-post-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111254238591631861</id><published>2005-04-03T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:33:05.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/640/rayograph.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/400/rayograph.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rayograph with flower and glove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111254238591631861?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111254238591631861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111254238591631861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111254238591631861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111254238591631861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/04/rayograph-with-flower-and-glove.html' title=''/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111254236988564051</id><published>2005-04-03T11:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:32:49.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/640/kunst.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/400/kunst.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porcelain lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111254236988564051?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111254236988564051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111254236988564051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111254236988564051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111254236988564051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/04/porcelain-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111254233462158441</id><published>2005-04-03T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:32:14.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/640/untitled.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/400/untitled.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111254233462158441?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111254233462158441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111254233462158441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111254233462158441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111254233462158441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/04/tears.html' title=''/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111254230101254071</id><published>2005-04-03T11:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:31:41.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/640/rmc.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/400/rmc.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more rmc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111254230101254071?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111254230101254071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111254230101254071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111254230101254071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111254230101254071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/04/more-rmc.html' title=''/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111254228231305932</id><published>2005-04-03T11:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:31:22.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/640/RMC_01.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/400/RMC_01.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RMC...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111254228231305932?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111254228231305932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111254228231305932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111254228231305932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111254228231305932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/04/rmc.html' title=''/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111254226441254050</id><published>2005-04-03T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:31:04.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/640/Kingston_s01.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/400/Kingston_s01.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Kingston...i will see you soon.  How I look forward to the fun times we will have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111254226441254050?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111254226441254050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111254226441254050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111254226441254050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111254226441254050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-kingston.html' title=''/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111249966323740769</id><published>2005-04-02T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:41:03.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/640/pierre1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/297/4520/400/pierre1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Pierre, or what appears to be Pierre's twin.  He and I are good pals...we like to go for long walks on the beach.  I know this sounds racy and scandalous, but I think Drew understands...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111249966323740769?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111249966323740769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111249966323740769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111249966323740769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111249966323740769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-pierre-or-what-appears-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111249749292205587</id><published>2005-04-02T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:04:52.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/2k1n6d" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Oh how i miss him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/view.html?pic=2k1n6d"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111249749292205587?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111249749292205587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111249749292205587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111249749292205587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111249749292205587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-how-i-miss-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111136658791288154</id><published>2005-03-20T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T19:57:50.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/2ai06g" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it fit in with the rest of the blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111136658791288154?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111136658791288154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111136658791288154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111136658791288154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111136658791288154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-thought-it-fit-in-with-rest-of-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-10865959.post-111093401209714183</id><published>2005-03-15T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T19:46:52.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update time...</title><content type='html'>so my ladies and lasses...i am now back in good old caledon east sopping up that fresh manure air.   as little as there is to do here, it is nice to be home.  i started work at toronto rehab on monday, and it's the best of my placements so far (not like it had to be that good to be the best).  it's right off of the lakeshore in parkdale, so i have a nice little commute every day.  i just love spending the better part of an hour on the subways, followed by 45 minutes in a car.  weee!  the people there are nice, so that makes up for it i guess.  drew came to visit me this weekend, and it was so awesome.  he's too good to me.  he really made my weekend/week...it was so good to see him again.  saying goodbye wasn't even that bad since i'll be seeing him again in 2 weeks (which is sooooo unusual)...i still had to try not to get emotional though, stupid me...hmmm, let's see...what else...well, the rents are slashing it out as per usual, and the mother still hasn't moved out for some reason.  she's causing some nice fights as of late, so it will be a nice change of atmosphere when she leaves.  i can't really think of anything else, even though i know there is a lot more to tell.  my brain pretty much shuts down after work, so maybe i'll try and squeeze some more out of it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111093401209714183?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111093401209714183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111093401209714183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111093401209714183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/111093401209714183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/03/update-time.html' title='update time...'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-111004126594775736</id><published>2005-03-05T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T11:47:45.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a sad sad person...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;[Marital Status] long-term bf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Height] 5'3"?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Shoe size] 9-10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Parents still together] not at the moment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Siblings] sistah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Pets] pierre&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Sexual Preferance] I like boys...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favorites: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Color] green, but blue as well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Number] 13&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Animal] cheetah. dolphin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Drink] green tea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Soda] coke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Book] interview with the vampire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Color your hair?] occasionally&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Twirl your hair?] nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Have tattoos?] not currently&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Have Piercings?] many ears, naval&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Have a boyfriend/girlfriend/both?] yup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Cheat on tests/homework?] if i can...i'm lazy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Drink/Smoke?] Drink...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Like roller coasters?] uh huh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Wish you could live somewhere else?] not at the moment (wait, anywhere but cal)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Want more piercings?] we'll see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Like cleaning?] is this a trick question?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Write in cursive or print?] Cursive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Sweat a lot?] oh yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Own a web cam?] i do...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Know how to drive?] i think so, but not according to everyone else&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Own a cell phone?] nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Ever get off the damn computer?] when i feel the need&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Been in a fist fight?] Not yet...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Kicked someone in the nuts?] multiple times...the ex&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Stolen anything?] Hahaha...only trivial stupid shit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Held a gun?] Nope, not that i can recal anyways&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Drank?] Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Been so drunk you couldn't remember your name?] No...I usually remember at least that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Considered a life of crime?] nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Considered being a hooker?] only when i'm broke...wait, that's all the time...i hate being a student...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Cried over a girl?] friend, yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Cried over a boy?] Yup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Lied to someone?] who hasn't&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Been in love?] Yup, drew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Fallen for your best friend?] no, they're girls...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Made out with JUST a friend?] can't say i've made out with many people period.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Been rejected?] not as of yet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Been in lust?] sure&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Used someone?] i don't think so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Been used?] of course&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Been cheated on?] I'm not sure...i have feelings about the ex&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currents... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Current clothing] towel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Current mood] meh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Current taste] nothing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[What you currently smell like] clean person, and papaya body wash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Current hair] wet, long, and pinned back&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Current thing I ought to be doing] packing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Current cds in stereo] cd? hahaha...how old school&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Current crush] don't think drew qualifies as a crush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; [Last book you read] iceberg by clive cussler&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Last movie you saw] underworld&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Last thing you ate] gruel, aka malt-o-meal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Last person you talked to on the phone] mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Do drugs?] nay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Have a dream that keeps coming back?] yeah, but i don't remember them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Play an instrument?] used to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Believe there is life on other planets?] why not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Remember your first love?] i do &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Still love him/her?] i do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Read the newspaper?] when i get really bored&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Have any gay or lesbian friends?] that would be a yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Believe in miracles?] dont think so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?] Yep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Do well in school?] I think so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Go to or plan to go to college] I'm there...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Wear hats?] sometimes...if my hair is ugly or i choose to be lazy and not bathe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Hate yourself?] no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Have an obsession?] napoleon dynamite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Have a secret crush?] nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Collect anything?] nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Have a best friend?] a few&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Close friends?] many&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Like your handwriting?] it's ugly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Care about looks?] depends where i'm going and what i'm doing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[First crush] andy wilson?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Single or Attached?] attatched&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Do you believe in love at first sight?] Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Do you believe in "the one?"] I think so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Have you ever played a game that required removal of clothing?] yup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Are you a tease?] not as far as i know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Shy to make the first move?] not for drew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you a... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Wuss] no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Druggy] No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Daydreamer] yup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Freak] sometimes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Dork] big&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Bitch/Asshole] not usually&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Brat] no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Sarcastic] me? never...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Angel] No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Devil] No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Shy] depends on the situation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Talkative] depends on the situation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Flirty] nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-111004126594775736?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/111004126594775736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=111004126594775736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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happen from there.  god i love my family...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-110963902042456141?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/110963902042456141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=110963902042456141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110963902042456141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110963902042456141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-had-to-come-eventually.html' title='It had to come eventually...'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-110922805833636834</id><published>2005-02-24T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T01:54:18.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>Why does walking home always seem like a good idea when you're drunk?? In my case i think is my incredible cheapness and not wanting to cab it home.  Of course, on my like 45min walk home (i told you it was a bad idea)  I wind up meeting another random engineer(who wont stop talking)!  Why can't I just stumble home in peace?  And why does he have to live just right down the road from me so I can't avoid him ever?  *Sigh*  ............my damned drunken exploits....... come home soon adam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-110922805833636834?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/110922805833636834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=110922805833636834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110922805833636834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110922805833636834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/02/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-10865959.post-110900924613069115</id><published>2005-02-21T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T13:07:26.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Napoleon Dynamite Quotes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1sl66s" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kid on Bus: What are you gonna do today, Napoleon? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Whatever I feel like I wanna do, gosh! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Grandma just called and said you're supposed to go home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: She didn't tell me anything. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Too bad, she said she doesn't want you here when she gets back because you've been ruining everybody's lives and eating all our steak. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135304"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Stay home and eat all the freakin' chips, Kip. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: Napoleon, don't be jealous that I've been chatting online with babes all day. Besides, we both know that I'm training to be a cage fighter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon Dynamite: Since when, Kip? You have the worst reflexes of all time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: Try and hit me, Napoleon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon Dynamite: What? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: I said come down here and see what happens if you try and hit me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135305"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: So what do you think? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: It's pretty cool, I guess. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: Ohhhh, man I wish I could go back in time. I'd take state. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon Dynamite: This is pretty much the worst video ever made. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: Napoleon, like anyone can even know that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: You know what, Napoleon? You can leave. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon Dynamite: You guys are retarded! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135306"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0046033/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: At Rex Kwan Do, we use the buddy system. No more flying solo. You need somebody watching your back at all times. Second off, you're gonna learn to discipline your image. You think I got where I am today because I dressed like Peter Pan over here? [points to Napoleon] Rex: Take a look at what I'm wearing, people. You think anybody wants a roundhouse kick to the face while I'm wearing these bad boys? Forget about it. Last off, my students will learn about self respect. You think anybody thinks I'm a failure because I go home to Starla at night? Forget about it! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135307"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don: Hey, Napoleon. What did you do last summer again? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: I told you! I spent it with my uncle in Alaska hunting wolverines! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don: Did you shoot any? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon:: Yes, like 50 of 'em! They kept trying to attack my cousins, what the heck would you do in a situation like that? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don: What kind of gun did you use? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: A freakin' 12-gauge, what do you think? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135308"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001499/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; And here we have some boondoggle key chains. A must-have for this season's fashion. Napoleon: I already made like infinity of those at scout camp. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135309"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at this school. This one gang kept wanting me to join because I'm pretty good with a bo staff. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Well, I have all your equipment in my locker. You should probably come get it cause I can't fit my numchucks in there anymore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135311"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon:I see you're drinking 1%. Is that 'cause you think you're fat? 'Cause you're not. You could be drinking whole if you wanted to. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135312"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Do the chickens have large talons? Farmer: Do they have what? Napoleon: Large talons. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farmer: I don't understand a word you just said. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135313"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro: Do you think people will vote for me? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Heck yes! I'd vote for you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro: Like what are my skills? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Well, you have a sweet bike. And you're really good at hooking up with chicks. Plus you're like the only guy at school who has a mustache. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135314"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trisha: Thanks for the beautiful drawing. It's hanging in my room right now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Really? It took me like three hours to finish the shading on your upper lip. It's probably the best drawing I've ever done. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135315"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0046033/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I'm Rex, founder of the Rex Kwan Do self-defense system! After one week with me in my dojo, you'll be prepared to defend yourself with the strength of a grizzly, the reflexes of a puma, and the wisdom of a man. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: What about your girlfriend? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: Well, things are getting pretty serious right now. I mean, we chat online for, like, two hours every day so I guess you could say things are gettin' pretty serious. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1sl6cn" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: You know, like nunchuck skills, bowhunting skills, computer hacking skills... Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135320"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma: How was school? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: The worst day of my life, what do you think? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: What kind of bike do you have? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro: It's a sledgehammer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Dang! You got shocks, pegs... lucky! You ever take it off any sweet jumps? Napoleon :You got like three feet of air that time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135322"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb: What are you drawing? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: A liger. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb: What's a liger? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: It's pretty much my favorite animal. It's like a lion and a tiger mixed... bred for its skills in magic. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135323"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Tina, you fat lard, come get some DINNER!... Tina, eat. Food. Eat the FOOD! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Tina, come get some ham. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135325"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb: Are they still letting you run for president? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro: Yes. I don't understand... they say you're not allowed to have pinatas that look like real people, but in Mexico, we do it all the time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: I caught you a delicious bass. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135328"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro: If I win, you can be my secretary or something. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Sweet! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb: I'm trying to earn money for college. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: Your mom goes to college. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro: Vote for me, and all your wildest dreams will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: LaFawnduh is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.Don't worry Napoleon, there's a babe out there for you somewhere. Peace out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135334"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: How much you wanna make a bet I can throw a football over them mountains?... Yeah... Coach woulda put me in fourth quarter, we would've been state champions. No doubt. No doubt in my mind. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb: Okay, turn you head on more of a slant... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb: Now, make a fist. Slowly ease it up underneath your chin. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb: This is looking really good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: You can say that again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb: Kay, hold still right there. Now, just imagine you're weightless, in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by tiny little seahorses. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb:That was one that I think is gonna come out really nice. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: Ah, how you did it... wow... well I felt really relaxed. Thanks Deb. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: You're up Kip. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: Is there some kind of vest that I can wear?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: I like your sleeves. They're real big. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deb: Thank you. I made them myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: So you and Pedro getting really serious now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1sl6au" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randy: Napoleon, give me some of your tots. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: No, go find your own. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randy: Come on, give me some of your tots. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: No, I'm freakin' starving! I didn't get to eat anything today. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randy: [kicks the tots] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon : Ugh! Gross! Freakin' idiot! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135340"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: I'm just really trying to raise a few bucks now so I can bring her out for a few days. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: Yeah, well what does she look like? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: She's uh... she's got sandy blonde hair. She's uh... pretty good looking face, but I'm just getting really... just kinda TO'd because... I mean she hasn't even sent me a full body shot yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135341"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Hey can I use your guys's phone for a sec? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secretary No. 1: Is there anything wrong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon Dynamite: I don't feel very good. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: Hi. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Is grandma there? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: No, she's getting her hair done. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon Dynamite:Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: What do you need? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon:Can you just go get her for me? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: I'm really busy right now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Just tell her to come get me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip:Why? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Cause I don't feel good! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: Well, have you talked to the school nurse? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: No, she doesn't know anything. Will you just come get me? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: No. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Well, will you do me a favor then? Can you bring me my chapstick? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: No, Napoleon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: But my lips hurt real bad! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: Just borrow some from the school nurse. I know she has like five sticks in her drawer. Napoleon: I'm not gonna use hers, you sicko! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: See ya. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Ugh! Idiot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1sl6dw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon:Deb just called me. She pretty much hates me by now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro: Why? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Because my uncle Rico's an IDIOT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro: Do you have anything to give to her? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: No. Not unless she likes fish. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro: Who was that? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon:Trisha. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro: Who's she? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: My woman I'm taking to the dance. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro: Did you draw her a picture? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Heck yes I did. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135346"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: My old girlfriend from Oklahoma was gonna fly out for the dance but she couldn't cause she's doing some modeling right now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro: Is she hot? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: See for yourself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro: Wow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Yeah, I took her to the mall to get some glamor shots for her birthday one year. Pedro: I like her bangs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Me too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" name="qt0135347"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don: Vote for Summer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Yeah, right, I'm not voting for her. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don: Then who you gonna vote for? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon : I'm voting for Pedro Sanchez, who do you think? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Hey, Don. Can I have one of those buttons? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: You guys having a killer time? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1sl6hu" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip:why do you love me? Why do you need me? Always and forever... We met in a chatroom, now our love can fully bloom... Sure the world wide web is great, but you, you make my salivate... I love technology, but not as much as you, you see... But I STILL love technology... Always and forever. Our love is like a flock of doves, flying up to heaven above... always and forever, always and forever... Why do you need me? Why do you love me? Always and forever...&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Rico:: Kip, I reckon... you know a lot about... cyberspace? You ever come across anything... like time travel? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: Easy, I've already looked into it for myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: Right on... right on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: Just a little east of the cemetery is a good little area, but don't go down here cause they don't have any money. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: So how long are we talking about working? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: What are you already losing your steam? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: No, I just... I have a chat room meeting at 4. I gotta be back here by then. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: All right, you just start a little earlier, that's all. Or else work afterwards. How long is the chat room? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: Jeez, sometimes up to 3-4 hours maybe... Maybe not. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: You pay the bills for that? Does that cost money every time you're on, like for minutes on the phone? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kip: Yeah, grandma's still paying per minute. She gets kinda pissed at me sometimes cause I'm on there so long. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: I bet she does. I'll tell you something, I'd be throwing you out the window. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: Napoleon, you know we can't afford the fun pack. What, do you think money grows on trees in this family? Take it back! And get some Pampers for you and your brother while you're at it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon: Sorry I'm late. I just got done taming a wild honeymoon stallion for you guys. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon:  Are you guys like Pedro's cousins with all the sweet hook-ups? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D-Qwon: Welcome to D-Qwon's dance grooves, are you ready to get your groove on? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon : Yes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D-Qwon: All right then, let's get started! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rico: I wish you wouldn't look at me like that, Napoleon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napoleon : I wish you'd get out of my life and shut up! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1sl6jb" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-110900924613069115?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/110900924613069115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=110900924613069115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110900924613069115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110900924613069115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/02/napoleon-dynamite-quotes.html' title='Napoleon Dynamite Quotes...'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-110896155349922791</id><published>2005-02-20T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T23:52:33.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 460px; height:345px;" src="http://tinypic.com/1sh1k0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-110896155349922791?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/110896155349922791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=110896155349922791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110896155349922791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110896155349922791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/02/sometimes-when-i-feel-like-killing.html' title=''/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-110892563318654765</id><published>2005-02-20T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T13:53:53.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height:345px;" src="http://tinypic.com/1sd0dk" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yeah, i was just thinking about the ghost busters.  damn those guys were awesome.  one day i want to grow up and be able to fight slimy evil things with an uber cool proton pack.  i think i'm going to need to have a movie marathon and watch them in sequence (instead of doing my homework that's due tomorrow).  wish of the day; to grow up to be as cool and hot as egon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-110892563318654765?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/110892563318654765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=110892563318654765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110892563318654765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110892563318654765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-yeah-i-was-just-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-110888772308718564</id><published>2005-02-20T03:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T03:22:03.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>damn crazy bus driver...</title><content type='html'>wow...ok.  that was one long ass weekend.  swimming was ok, nothing stupendous to report.  there were some good swims, but overall i think everyone on the team left hurt and upset due to some rather poor decisions on my coaches part (asshole).  i discovered that the eastern portion of the state is definitely much nicer that the western...the houses are actually in one piece and there is a population worth noting as well as lots of history.  lets get to the important stuff though...like the fact that our bus driver is blind deaf and crazy.   we had him last year for the same meet, and somehow we ended up with him again.  what a nightmare.  he really doesn't know how to drive...at all...i can't even begin to tell you how many trees we hit (not head on), and i couldn't even begin to count the number of curbs we ran over...oh, and then there were the stop signs he rans...the ones he didn't run, he would brake for at the last minute and send eveyone and their belongings flying to the front of the bus.  there was a lot of that.  whenever he stopped it would be 10 pumps of his brakes...severe pumps.  i had to sit/sleep braced against the sit in front of my so i wouldn't go anywhere.  oh, and then there was the time (multiple times) that he ignored our directions and chose to go his own way and take us to random places because he was crazy and lost for hours on end.  theenn there was the ride home.  the plan was to stop at mcdonalds...but would you believe that he passed every single one (like 30 of them), and then we got onto the turn pike and there are no food placed for like 4 hours...crazy man.  we ended up eating an this sad excuse for a fast food joint where they make you a plain burger or whatever and you carry it out caf style and then put all of your own condiments on and fill up your own drinks.  mighty gross...esp since everything had been sitting under the UV lamps all day.  my poor tummy is hating me now!  alright, so we get back on the road, and then the bus driver can't decide what exits to take.  so what does he do?  the only sensible thing of course.  he drives in the middle of the lane heading straight for the exit and highway divider...until...at the last minute he decides he doesn't want to get off there, and he crazily veers back into THE MOST LEFT HAND LANE cutting of tons of traffic as he does so.  this happens more than just a few times.  them there was the fact that i don't think we stayed in our lane even when he was attempting to drive straight.  it was seriously like being in a coach bus with a drunk driver.  we spent half the trip home driving on the rumble strips on either side of the road.  but no worries folks, i did make it home alive...at 3am.  york is looking like a better option every day...alright, time for sleep.  in a real bed.  without a psycho romanian roomate.  oh, and bonus for the night?  amanda left once again (at 3!) to go "sleep with" her new found boy, jake.  does he have permanent beer goggles and a lack for observation of personal character?  must be the accent...hey, works out for me.  i get the appartment all to myself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-110888772308718564?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/110888772308718564/comments/default' 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src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-110860120273700825</id><published>2005-02-16T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T19:48:56.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics.....a little help (you silly ass-hats!)</title><content type='html'>To post a picture without making it massive, you have to go; (but without the spaces before and after the triangle thingys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; img &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;style="width: 460px; height:345px;"&lt;/span&gt; src="http://tinypic.cooom/1r4xoy" &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 460px; HEIGHT: 345px" src="http://tinypic.com/1r4xoy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later on that night.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1r4yfb" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay DUSTED!!&lt;div 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ass-hats!)'/><author><name>Megan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-10865959.post-110853445461514633</id><published>2005-02-16T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T01:19:02.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm seriously going to bed now...</title><content type='html'>i'm going to be doing a lotttt of this in about 10 hours...goody goody gumdrops! do you think i could hide in the baggage compartment of the bus and just sleep for the whole trip?  that would be fun...minus the bumpy ride, the lack of padding, the cold metak, amd the high chance that i'd suffocate to death...wow...glad i thought that one through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1qr9de"&gt; style="width: 460px; height:345px;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i pass out and wake up with the liberty bell ringing in my ear, i've decided to get festive and post a st. patrick's day mascot.  mergan, you are it.  you'd better accept my invitation to join you wench...especially after i made you my official mascot!  hope the laundry machine didn't eat you.  i know it likes to eat my socks...damn you evil appliance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1qr9na"&gt; style="width: 460px; height:345px;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and nat, i just threw this in here causes it makes my day watching you pick your nose,  i love you (and your boogies)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1qr8ki"&gt; style="width: 460px; height:345px;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-110853445461514633?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-110853028703144579</id><published>2005-02-16T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T00:04:47.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge</title><content type='html'>At least my crack isn't full of hair...farting...a favourite past time...check your boxers for skid marks buddy, those are potent fuckers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1qr22a"&gt; style="width: 460px; height:345px;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-110853028703144579?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/110853028703144579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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CHRISTENING!</title><content type='html'>ok, so, as you may or may not know by now, I have a whorish south african roomate.  she likes to eat, but only the food i buy, and it shows.  girls rugby would love her...in fact...i think they as her to join every year...so no! i'm not just being mean here people, it's true!  alright, so down to the news...well, tomorrow morning i am heading out to philly for some lovely swimming.  we're gonna be on the bus for like 7 hours.  not my idea of fun and comfort.  so i come home from work tonight, and i need to go pee.  i go into the washroom, notice some nice "post flushing" skidmarks left by my roomate, sit down, and do my business.  i'm done the tinkle factor, so i flush to erase the yellow evidence...and wow...what a surprise.  the toilette floods...and it doesn't stop...it spilled out over the bowl and just kept going!!!!  i feel for my downstairs neighbours because they probably have my pee water leaking through their ceiling.  the toilette didn't stop until the entire bathroom floor was flooded.  not cool!  oh, so the killer?  some of her "turds"  came up with the overflow...there were the little ones...you know what i'm talking about...the pellets...little bee bees.  so as i sit here now, my tiolette is out of comission, and a plunger i have not.  she must have taken the biggest shit of her ENTIRE life...that is some serious damage!  the worst part of this whole situation?  i can't poo before i go on the bus.  oh well.  you know what that means... YES TEAM I HAVE A PRESENT FOR YOU TOMORROW ON THAT EVER SO LONG BUS RIDE!  They're gonna love me for years to come :)  All of these issues would have never happened if the south african whore were deported... maybe in time fold, maybe in time...i'm sure our plumber will want her gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it is in its finest glory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1qr02e"&gt; style="width: 460px; height:345px;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-110852960762555205?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/110852960762555205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=110852960762555205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110852960762555205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110852960762555205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/02/best-news-for-my-blog-christening.html' title='BEST NEWS FOR MY BLOG CHRISTENING!'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-110852890332500323</id><published>2005-02-15T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:41:43.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Square Nougats...</title><content type='html'>so here is drew...and chong.  they are my favourite together.  i want to eat them they're so cute!  riiiight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1qqyp4"&gt; style="width: 460px; height:345px;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chong...i think it's a little big for you...and why is it pink?  syphillis?  stay away from that...just my advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1qqz3t"&gt; style="width: 460px; height:345px;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-110852890332500323?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/110852890332500323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=110852890332500323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110852890332500323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110852890332500323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/02/square-nougats.html' title='Square Nougats...'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-110852904742636438</id><published>2005-02-15T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:44:22.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Full Moon</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when a person is lucky enough, they may experience the pleasure of a full moon.  A full moon occurs once a month and is an abolutely breathtaking sight.  A true full moon is not something to be taken lightly.  It is our duty to admire and enjoy the many entities that nature has to offer, a full moon being one of them.  In order to fully enjoy a full moon, it is necessary to know the different names associated with them.  The names of the full moons by month are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January-Wolf Moon&lt;br /&gt;February-Snow Moon&lt;br /&gt;March-Worm Moon&lt;br /&gt;AprilPink-Moon&lt;br /&gt;MayFlower- Moon&lt;br /&gt;JuneStrawberry- Moon&lt;br /&gt;July-Buck Moon&lt;br /&gt;August-Sturgeon Moon&lt;br /&gt;September-Harvest Moon&lt;br /&gt;October-Hunter's Moon&lt;br /&gt;November-Beaver Moon&lt;br /&gt;December-Cold Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one moon that was not mentioned in the above list.  The moon that is being referred to is the "Blue Moon."  A blue moon is an awe inspiring scarcely seen occurence.  A blue moon actually occurs when there is an unusual pattern of lunar phases allowing for two full moons in one month.  Since a blue moon is rarely seen, the expression, "once in a blue moon" was created.  Many people have not actually seen a blue moon, and so I feel it is my duty to show its true beauty......so sit back.....and brace yourself......because the following image is truly the authentic "Blue Moon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1qqx44" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-110852904742636438?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/110852904742636438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=110852904742636438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110852904742636438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110852904742636438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/02/full-moon.html' title='The Full Moon'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05920093431238963320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-10865959.post-110852601724656523</id><published>2005-02-15T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:15:36.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy and I...</title><content type='html'>Oh what a looker...I just love how he can look retarded without even really trying...yet i love him so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/1qqszp"&gt; style="width: 460px; height:345px;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/1qqszp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-110852601724656523?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/110852601724656523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=110852601724656523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110852601724656523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110852601724656523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/02/boy-and-i.html' title='The Boy and I...'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10865959.post-110852499429161823</id><published>2005-02-15T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:20:20.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooger?  What's a Blooger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, here it is ladies and gentlemen...my first ever post!!!! wooohooooo!  Oh, and to answer my own question, I'd say that a blooger is like a booger with gibberish written on it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10865959-110852499429161823?l=rachbrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/feeds/110852499429161823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10865959&amp;postID=110852499429161823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110852499429161823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10865959/posts/default/110852499429161823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachbrock.blogspot.com/2005/02/blooger-whats-blooger.html' title='Blooger?  What&apos;s a Blooger?'/><author><name>Rach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03294195517338256773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://tinypic.com/dy3h8z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
