<?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-6882395</id><updated>2011-07-13T20:33:46.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the only one who holds my hair back when I'm drunk and gettin sick...</title><subtitle type='html'>I miss everyone from USI and I can't wait to go back. You all better be coming down for my birthday! Until then, I'm workin' in Indy in a boring little office. I need entertainment...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108920917094996695</id><published>2004-07-07T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T09:06:10.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O.K. WEEKEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too exciting or too boring...swimming, fireworks, food, hangin out..what else is there? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108920917094996695?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108920917094996695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108920917094996695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108920917094996695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108920917094996695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/07/o.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108877654165529632</id><published>2004-07-02T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T08:55:41.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST NIGHT I WAS FEELIN OK, BUT TODAY I GET UP AND I FEEL GREAT. I HAD A LOT OF STUFF I KNEW I HAD TO DO BUT I GELT CONFIDENT THAT I WOULD GET IT DONE. AND I DID. I START HEADIN TO WORK AND MY WHOLE MOOD JUST DROPS. I MEAN MY RADIO IN MY CAR IS BEING STUPID, I WAS LATE TO WORK, I GOT MUD ON MY PANTS FROM TAKIN OUT TRASH, MY HAIR IS FRIZZING OUT, AND IVE LOST ANOTHER LIGHTER...BUT IM STILL OK. IDK..BUT IM SO HUNGRY. I MADE MICHELLE'S CANDY FOR OUR MINI-SECRET-PITCH-IN...YUM! THIS WOULD BE THE SECOND TIME THIS WEEK I MADE IT. HEHE! OWELL..IF YOU HAVE ANY RESPONSE TO MY BLOG...LEMME KNOW. MAYBE YOU KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108877654165529632?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108877654165529632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108877654165529632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108877654165529632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108877654165529632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-dont-know-how-i-feel-last-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108869281634403151</id><published>2004-07-01T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T09:40:16.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NEW POTENTIAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every &lt;strong&gt;payday&lt;/strong&gt; which is on every other Wednesday, we go out to eat for lunch. Well yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;payday &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt; was coming to have lunch with us. We decided to eat at &lt;strong&gt;Alcatraz Brewing Co.&lt;/strong&gt; Food was great and so were all the waiters. A hostess (guy form?) was there and HE was oh so &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt; (well I thought so). We were getting ready to leave and we were lookin at their t-shirts. He was chattin' with us and stuff. Well we walked out and I was like &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt; go give him my number and tell him I think he's &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;..so she did. 10:30 last night, I get a call from &lt;strong&gt;Dave!&lt;/strong&gt; He's &lt;strong&gt;21&lt;/strong&gt;, moved here from Tampa, Florida and lives with roomates. He loves &lt;strong&gt;ICE HOCKEY&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;all kinds of sports, drinkin, actin stupid, cats and dogs, Frank Sinatra, LOTR, he's just way cool!&lt;/strong&gt; We talked for like an hour about random stuff. He's thinks I'm &lt;strong&gt;cute and funny!&lt;/strong&gt; And..he's gonna call me maybe sometime this weekend. &lt;strong&gt;YEAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Yucky..I get to take down wallpaper tonite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108869281634403151?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108869281634403151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108869281634403151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108869281634403151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108869281634403151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/07/new-potential-so-every-payday-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108860216845885483</id><published>2004-06-30T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T08:29:28.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I BROKE ANGELICA..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108860216845885483?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108860216845885483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108860216845885483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108860216845885483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108860216845885483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-broke-angelica.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108851701038321271</id><published>2004-06-29T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T08:50:10.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE NOTHING IMPORTANT TO SAY...ISN'T IT SAD?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108851701038321271?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108851701038321271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108851701038321271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108851701038321271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108851701038321271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-have-nothing-important-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</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-6882395.post-108843278562296686</id><published>2004-06-28T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T09:26:25.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUPER-AWESOME WEEKEND!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I had like the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; weekend in the whole wide world. &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;, after running some errands, &lt;strong&gt;Michelle B.&lt;/strong&gt; calls and is like I just got my own place, come and have a &lt;strong&gt;party&lt;/strong&gt; with me. So we first &lt;strong&gt;cruise&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;circle&lt;/strong&gt; and then head over. Apartment looks &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;boyfriend's cool&lt;/strong&gt;, couple people there. They make a &lt;strong&gt;beer run &lt;/strong&gt;to get &lt;strong&gt;Mike's Hard Cranberry (YUM!) &lt;/strong&gt;and some &lt;strong&gt;Bacardi Razz.&lt;/strong&gt; Well it was me, &lt;strong&gt;Angelica, Doug, Michelle, Sarah, Carolton, Dario, Justin and his g/f.&lt;/strong&gt; Well by &lt;strong&gt;2:00..Angelica &lt;/strong&gt;was &lt;strong&gt;smashed&lt;/strong&gt; along with &lt;strong&gt;Michelle&lt;/strong&gt; and I believe &lt;strong&gt;Justin.&lt;/strong&gt; It was &lt;strong&gt;crazy dancin'&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;partyin'&lt;/strong&gt;, and people &lt;strong&gt;smokin&lt;/strong&gt; like 2 packs of &lt;strong&gt;cigarettes &lt;/strong&gt;each. &lt;strong&gt;Smokers&lt;/strong&gt;. Well &lt;strong&gt;Angelica&lt;/strong&gt; couldn't stand up by herself so getting her to the car around &lt;strong&gt;3:45 &lt;/strong&gt;was a &lt;strong&gt;trip&lt;/strong&gt;. She kept &lt;strong&gt;pushin&lt;/strong&gt; button, &lt;strong&gt;rolling&lt;/strong&gt; the windows up and down, &lt;strong&gt;unbuckling&lt;/strong&gt; her belt and almost threw us into &lt;strong&gt;reverse&lt;/strong&gt; doin &lt;strong&gt;40!&lt;/strong&gt; It was &lt;strong&gt;kick-ass&lt;/strong&gt; though! &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt; stayed the night and we had the &lt;strong&gt;munchies &lt;/strong&gt;so bad when we came in, I don't even &lt;strong&gt;remember&lt;/strong&gt; what we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you're thinkin' it's over, but &lt;strong&gt;OH NO!&lt;/strong&gt; That was just &lt;strong&gt;Friday!&lt;/strong&gt; Saturday, we just kinda laid around all day &lt;strong&gt;relaxing&lt;/strong&gt;, after my cousin's &lt;strong&gt;baby shower&lt;/strong&gt;. She's too &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt; (my cousin)! Around &lt;strong&gt;7:00&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;Jay&lt;/strong&gt; called and everyone was goin' to &lt;strong&gt;Brandon's&lt;/strong&gt; House to &lt;strong&gt;hang out &lt;/strong&gt;and we would meet everyone out there. So when we finally got to &lt;strong&gt;Danville&lt;/strong&gt;, we were way &lt;strong&gt;excited&lt;/strong&gt;. We started off with friendly games of &lt;strong&gt;Euchre&lt;/strong&gt;. Two tables with &lt;strong&gt;me::Angelica, Jay::Sarah, Sean::Doug, and Brandon::G/F.&lt;/strong&gt; They'd been &lt;strong&gt;tokin'&lt;/strong&gt; all day so everyone was kinda &lt;strong&gt;buzzed.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jay&lt;/strong&gt; went to get food and &lt;strong&gt;Icis&lt;/strong&gt;. Well they got back and everyone just kinda &lt;strong&gt;toked&lt;/strong&gt; a lil more. We were doin' a lil &lt;strong&gt;dancin'&lt;/strong&gt; and stuff like that. Well me and &lt;strong&gt;Angelica&lt;/strong&gt; were hungry so about &lt;strong&gt;1:45 &lt;/strong&gt;we get up to leave. Well we take a &lt;strong&gt;wrong turn &lt;/strong&gt;and we end up at a &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;Mackey&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;200S&lt;/strong&gt;..Do you know where that's at, cuz I didn't! So we turn around &lt;strong&gt;( completely surrounded by corn)&lt;/strong&gt; and head back to the house. We actually end up finding 36 so we just head out. We were hungry so we hit up &lt;strong&gt;Steak-n-Shake (YUM!). &lt;/strong&gt;We saw an old friend who just smiled..but there we some serious &lt;strong&gt;HOTT boys&lt;/strong&gt; there. &lt;strong&gt;Sean and Jay&lt;/strong&gt; came but ate in a diff section. We headed out and went home and &lt;strong&gt;crashed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still ain't over! &lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; we &lt;strong&gt;lounged&lt;/strong&gt; around until &lt;strong&gt;12:30&lt;/strong&gt; when &lt;strong&gt;Krissi&lt;/strong&gt; called from work and asked us if we liked &lt;strong&gt;baseball&lt;/strong&gt; and wanted two &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt; tickets to the &lt;strong&gt;Indians&lt;/strong&gt; game! &lt;strong&gt;Woohoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Me and Angelica &lt;/strong&gt;had been wanting to go! So we got dressed real quick and headed to the game. There were &lt;strong&gt;HOTT boys everywhere!!! &lt;/strong&gt;We found our seats next to a large man and three of his kids. We were &lt;strong&gt;squished&lt;/strong&gt; and the weather didn't help either. So we got up, walked around for a bit, and hit the &lt;strong&gt;concession.&lt;/strong&gt; We came back and spread out. The game went into the &lt;strong&gt;11th inning &lt;/strong&gt;and the &lt;strong&gt;Skychiefs&lt;/strong&gt; won by 2. It was okay though, it was a really good game. We left from there to head to her sisters &lt;strong&gt;BBQ&lt;/strong&gt;. They live in &lt;strong&gt;Mooresville.&lt;/strong&gt; Well they just got an &lt;strong&gt;8 week old Boxer&lt;/strong&gt;..he's so &lt;strong&gt;cute!&lt;/strong&gt; Well the visit went really well and the food was &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;. We headed out around &lt;strong&gt;8:00&lt;/strong&gt;. We went back to the house and did some chores and hmwk. Around &lt;strong&gt;10:00&lt;/strong&gt;, we were hungry and we hit &lt;strong&gt;Taco Bell (YUM!)&lt;/strong&gt; Then we &lt;strong&gt;crashed&lt;/strong&gt;..such a &lt;strong&gt;busy weekend.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG, but it was soooo much fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108843278562296686?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108843278562296686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108843278562296686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108843278562296686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108843278562296686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/super-awesome-weekend-ok-so-i-had-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108817088477813360</id><published>2004-06-25T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T08:41:24.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHO ARE WE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder who you are? What you're meant to be? Where you're headed in life or if the path you're taking will ever lead you there? I know, I sound like a preacher standing up to the podium about to tell you to follow god but I'm not at all. I was just questioning my own life. Not necessarily "questioning" but more perusing. I've been thinking about school and my major (Psychology)...what do I want to do? I have no clue and I hate to do something I don't want to do. I mean I need to be realistic in terms of my education. I want to feel good about what I'm doing and make it stick. But I don't know if Psychology is that for me. Do I know what's best for me? Do I? How do I know what's best for me when I don't know who I am. What am I? Am I just a girl, a person, a nobody? What makes me..me? Am I nothing but an image? Why do I try so hard to perfect this image? Tanning, whitening, straightning, ironing to a crisp perfection...what if I want to be white, yellow, curly, wrinkled..huh? What then? But do I want this? I do all this for everyone..but is it what I want? I know it makes me feel good about myself or do I feel good that someone looks at me and they feel good? How do I feel? I'm the only one that can decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108817088477813360?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108817088477813360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108817088477813360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108817088477813360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108817088477813360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/who-are-we-do-you-ever-wonder-who-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</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-6882395.post-108808380963871917</id><published>2004-06-24T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T08:30:09.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ANDERSON, SOUTH CAROLINA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy left this morning to drive grandma to SC for her family reunion. She won't be back until July 9th. I'm sad taht she's gone but on the other hand..&lt;strong&gt;P A R T Y !!!&lt;/strong&gt; Bring out the liquor and go find the boys..we're partyin' it up! Whoop whoop! Naw, I promised we'd keep the house in an orderly fashion, go to work everyday, and not kill each other. Oh what good fun that will be! I just know, there is gonna be some major fighting goin' on. BUT, I think I'm just gonna let it go...inhale for four, exhale for four. Good. Gone. Perfect. Hmmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108808380963871917?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108808380963871917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108808380963871917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108808380963871917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108808380963871917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/anderson-south-carolina-mommy-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108799745446814457</id><published>2004-06-23T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T08:30:54.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SOMETHING NEW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something new is happening in my life. I feel that I am becoming a better person inside and out. On the outside, I've been tanning away getting rid of my &lt;strong&gt;"ghostly"&lt;/strong&gt; appearance, whitening my teeth, and dieting. I feel better about myself when I do these things. On the inside, I've been working through emotional issues that have plagued me for a while now. And doing this has taken a great chunck of stuff off my shoulders. Some people wouldn't understand why I do the things I do, but the people who do understand are the only ones who matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and live each day to the fullest, even if you're at the most boring work place on earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108799745446814457?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108799745446814457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108799745446814457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108799745446814457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108799745446814457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/something-new-something-new-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</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-6882395.post-108791153052596688</id><published>2004-06-22T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T08:38:50.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BOOBI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;boobi&lt;/strong&gt; hurt himself as work. He &lt;strong&gt;cut&lt;/strong&gt; his leg open with a &lt;strong&gt;chainsaw&lt;/strong&gt;, got a &lt;strong&gt;splinter&lt;/strong&gt;, fell off a dumpster, and &lt;strong&gt;fucked&lt;/strong&gt;up his &lt;strong&gt;elbow&lt;/strong&gt;! All in one afternoon! Poor thing! Anyhoo apparently &lt;strong&gt;Zuzy&lt;/strong&gt; went down for the weekend and didn't even call me! That hurts my &lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt;! Owell I'm so excited that &lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt; is in like a week or so, then comes &lt;strong&gt;August&lt;/strong&gt;, then &lt;strong&gt;school&lt;/strong&gt;! I know, I'm such a &lt;strong&gt;loser&lt;/strong&gt;. Owell, it's not like I'm goin' back to hit the books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108791153052596688?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108791153052596688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108791153052596688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108791153052596688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108791153052596688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/boobi-my-boobi-hurt-himself-as-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108782633501064530</id><published>2004-06-21T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T08:58:55.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TODAY'S GREAT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your accomplishments already point toward a trend of &lt;strong&gt;excellence.&lt;/strong&gt; Obviously all that advance publicity did its job, too. Whether you called ahead to make reservations or whether somebody kissed and told, everybody here has high expectations for you. You're not going to let them down, either. It helps that &lt;strong&gt;your charm is unquestionable and your beauty is off the chart.&lt;/strong&gt; These alone could be your guarantee for cooperation. The stars are setting you up for the kind of payoff that most people only dream about. &lt;strong&gt;Forgive their hungry stares -- they're living that dream through you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is that? I &lt;strong&gt;absolutely love &lt;/strong&gt;my horoscope today brough to me by www.excite.com and I'm just so..&lt;strong&gt;GIDDY&lt;/strong&gt;! Could it be that I bought the &lt;strong&gt;cutest&lt;/strong&gt; shirt ever, or my hair looking &lt;strong&gt;perfectly&lt;/strong&gt; in place, or how &lt;strong&gt;luscious&lt;/strong&gt; I look in my &lt;strong&gt;golden brown &lt;/strong&gt;skin, or just that I'm surrounded by &lt;strong&gt;loving affectionate &lt;/strong&gt;people????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was alright..except for my minor cell phone &lt;strong&gt;catastrophe&lt;/strong&gt; which I shall not delve into for it shall ruin my &lt;strong&gt;happy excited &lt;/strong&gt;mood. Thankfully it didn't &lt;strong&gt;ruin&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;fabulous&lt;/strong&gt; shopping day with Angelica! Which was &lt;strong&gt;kick-ass &lt;/strong&gt;by the way! &lt;strong&gt;Father's Day &lt;/strong&gt;was this weekend, but unlike everyone else's dads, my dad didn't call me or my sister back after we tried to call him repeatedly for an hour! I'm like fine, whatever, didn't wanna see you anyways..Hmmph! Thankfully it didn't &lt;strong&gt;kill&lt;/strong&gt; my weekend either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108782633501064530?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108782633501064530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108782633501064530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108782633501064530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108782633501064530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/todays-great-leo-your-accomplishments.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108756664860638659</id><published>2004-06-18T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T08:50:48.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GRETCHEN WILSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite singer...and &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt; she is &lt;em&gt;COUNTRY!&lt;/em&gt; It's s'all good though. Even though I'm not a "Redneck Woman" I still do like her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint never been a barbie doll type&lt;br /&gt;no I can't swig that sweet champagne&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather drink beer all night in a tavern&lt;br /&gt;a Honkey Tonk, or on a four wheel drive tailgate.&lt;br /&gt;I've got posters on my wall of Skynard, Kid, and Straight.&lt;br /&gt;Some people look down on me, but I don't give a rip&lt;br /&gt;I stand BAREFOOTED in my own front yard with a baby on my hip&lt;br /&gt;'cuz I'm a redneck woman and I aint no high class braud&lt;br /&gt;I'm just the product of my raise and I say 'Hey Yall' and 'Ye Haw'&lt;br /&gt;And I keep my Christmas lights on on my front porch all year long and I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song&lt;br /&gt;so here's to all my sisters out there, keepin' it country&lt;br /&gt;let me get a big hell yeh from the redneck girls like me&lt;br /&gt;hell yeh..&lt;em&gt;hell yeh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I feel like typin' and the sad thing is that I knew those off the top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108756664860638659?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108756664860638659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108756664860638659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108756664860638659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108756664860638659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/gretchen-wilson-my-new-favorite-singer.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108748521330208807</id><published>2004-06-17T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T10:13:33.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NOT LISTENING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO GO HOME! I HATE WORKING! IT SUCKS! WHAT IS MY PURPOSE IN THIS MISERABLE SLATE BLUE COLORED PRISON? WHY?..WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got that out of my system..even though I really didn't b/c every time I look up I see my 4x5 cubicle and it hurts my heart! I want the sun, fresh air (unlike computer heat and lysol)! My golden tan is fading b/c of this place!!!! I need out! I'm gonna freak out. I'm freakin out! Got to get out! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAIT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I see a window..Can I break it? What's on the other side? Is it the man..tryin to bring me down? I've got to take that chance. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::&lt;/strong&gt; jumps over desk chair, round the corner, through a small corridor, over a box, running full force towards the window &lt;strong&gt;::&lt;/strong&gt; thud &lt;strong&gt;::&lt;/strong&gt; plastered against an impenetrable window pane &lt;strong&gt;::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Shot down by the man. Owell, will try again at lunch! Oh no...LUNCH is 2 hours away..NOOOOOOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108748521330208807?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108748521330208807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108748521330208807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108748521330208807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108748521330208807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/not-listening-i-want-to-go-home-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108739348786392504</id><published>2004-06-16T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T08:44:47.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ANNOYED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm annoyed at any one person. I'm annoyed at my situation. I miss being at school so much I could scream, but don't get me wrong, I love to be at home with my mom. I want the distance/closeness of both. I'm annoyed that my room never seems clean, my laundry is never done, my garden is never weed-free. Why can't things just be simple? I'm only one person and I can't do the work normally 5 would do. My job absolutely blows, except for the cash which come every two weeks! And when you get that check and reflect on the past weeks...is it worth it? The stress, gray hairs, and time wasted..is it? I know, I need to be an adult and accept my role as one. But, who says that I'm an adult? I have yet to get a full-time job, husband, kids, house...Don't these make me an adult. I think I am mature enough to be an adult but, would you really call me one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108739348786392504?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108739348786392504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108739348786392504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108739348786392504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108739348786392504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/annoyed-its-not-that-im-annoyed-at-any.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</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-6882395.post-108722152140332623</id><published>2004-06-14T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T08:58:41.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HOME ON THE RANGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, going back to school for the weekend was fantastically awesome. I didn't want to come back. I made it there on Friday around 6:30. I met everyone and we hung out for a while. We started to get ready for the club, get the drinks a pourin' and stuff and left about 10:30. We got there and stupid &lt;em&gt;"Project Pat"&lt;/em&gt; lost an expensive ring in the mud of the &lt;strong&gt;Ohio river &lt;/strong&gt;tryin to take a piss. Weirdo! The club was hoppin' and we had a lot of fun! And as usual, we go to &lt;strong&gt;Denny's&lt;/strong&gt; afterwards. Well I'm there, and I'm tryin to take my bracelet off that they make you wear. I knocked over a completely full glass of water and instead of hitting Lynn across the table, it came back at me and soaked me and Pat. It was good times. Saturday morning, I woke up to &lt;em&gt;boobi&lt;/em&gt; pokin' me in my side, smokin a cigarette like 2 inches from my face. I missed him so much. We watched some TV and took forever to get up and get around. I drove to &lt;em&gt;Centralia, Illinois&lt;/em&gt; to see &lt;strong&gt;Michelle&lt;/strong&gt;. We get there and we see her new house and just hang out for a while. We had lunch at &lt;strong&gt;The Green Grill&lt;/strong&gt; and saw her town. (I took her &lt;strong&gt;hairband&lt;/strong&gt;!) We left from there b/c she had a b-day party to go to. We went back home to get &lt;em&gt;mixers&lt;/em&gt; and head to Lenay's. Well like 20 feet out of the apartments entrance, &lt;em&gt;boobi&lt;/em&gt; says he forgot some &lt;em&gt;mixers&lt;/em&gt; in his trunk, so I slow down to make a u-turn and right about that time a fuckin &lt;strong&gt;deer&lt;/strong&gt; runs across the front of my car! I pulled the car into the gas station and could barely breathe. My hands were shakin so bad I couldn't grab the wheel. It was really scary. We then went to Lenay's, got a little tipsy, played some games, and then headed for &lt;strong&gt;Denny's&lt;/strong&gt; again. (It's a ritual!) We went back and me and &lt;em&gt;boobi&lt;/em&gt; headed home. We layed in bed and talked for a bit then fell asleep. I really missed him. The next morning was just as slow as Saturday. We finally got up and headed to Best Buy for a hard-drive, Famous Barr to see &lt;em&gt;Sam&lt;/em&gt;, and then to Wicks and Sticks to see &lt;em&gt;Aaron&lt;/em&gt;. We ended up in Lazarus for &lt;strong&gt;HOTT&lt;/strong&gt; shirts for &lt;em&gt;boobi&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;OMG so HOTT&lt;/strong&gt;! Then to Famous Barr for the New Tommy Cologne. YUM! Lenay was cookin me dinner before I left so that's where we headed. It was hard to say bye again, but we did it. I will see them in a month though for my B-day! Love you guys bunches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;strong&gt;NEW WORD&lt;/strong&gt; = &lt;em&gt;janky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108722152140332623?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108722152140332623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108722152140332623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108722152140332623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108722152140332623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/home-on-range-so-going-back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108696079950295531</id><published>2004-06-11T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T08:33:19.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MMM...CHEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy Chex Cereal Bars are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GREAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm still hungry though...who says these little things are supposed to fill you up. Anyhoo, so I'm so excited about going to Evansville. I still have a lot to do before I leave though. I gotta iron my "club outfit", go tanning, finish packing, and head out. Hopefully I will be on the road by 3:00, that's my goal. I'm a little worried about the drive down there b/c of all the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POLICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and I haven't driven there in my new car yet. I think I'll be good though. See you guys soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108696079950295531?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108696079950295531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108696079950295531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108696079950295531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108696079950295531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/mmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108688120022751092</id><published>2004-06-10T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T10:26:40.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO MUCH TO DO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got my oil changed, but not my filters. I guess I got there to late for them to put them on or some crap like that. I went from there tanning. I burnt myself again. I really need to get in the big bed with face tanners and shoulder tanners. My legs are really really dark. when we got home, we went back out to get some subs. We cleaned the whole house along with laundry and dishes. We also did our video workout thing and drove all the way back to her house to get some white shoes then back to mine. It was very busy last night. Im so glad we, meaning angelica and I, got all that done. Tonite is going to be jsut as busy since we have to take down the tent and its raining. That ought to be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to pack for tomorrow..yeah going to see my homies!!!!I just gotta find something cute to wear to the club. Hmmm..I need some strawberries. I'm headin off to the Strawberry Festival on the circle! YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108688120022751092?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108688120022751092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108688120022751092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108688120022751092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108688120022751092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/so-much-to-do-last-night-i-got-my-oil.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108678791061054047</id><published>2004-06-09T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T08:31:50.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOTTA GET REPAIRED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go get filters put on my car and my fluids topped off. I really don't want to b/c everytime I walk into a car place, even Autozone, they look at me like I'm stupid just b/c I'm a woman going to look at car stuff. I hate that; why to men have to be so sexist? Communists...all of them! Hell, I might know something they dont, even if it is very unlikely. He-he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went tanning last night, burnt my stomach and back. It's all good though b/c I look super tan. YEAH! I might get in (ahhhh) "THE BIG BED"...just to get a little shoulder tan. Cuz I gotta look at "fabolos" hehe when I go back to school this weekend. Also, I do feel that I've gained weight, but aparently my dad thinks I've lost a lot, but I think it's just b/c I haven't seen him since like February. Owell, our visit was good, so I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my lights for my car...they look way AWESOME! I'm so excited. I just had to go rollin around. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108678791061054047?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108678791061054047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108678791061054047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108678791061054047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108678791061054047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/gotta-get-repaired-i-gotta-go-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</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-6882395.post-108670073199565365</id><published>2004-06-08T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T08:18:51.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BURNT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went tanning again last night and I burnt my butt. I hate that itchy feeling and you want to scratch but you can't b/c you know it will hurt so bad afterwards but you do anyways and promise yourself not to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My night was boring..grocery shopping, dinnner at MUG-N-BUN (most fabulous tasting food in the world)(tenderloin w/potato wedges and cheese) OMG! That was the extent of my evening. Boring right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So balanced my check book and still broke of course but with $110 car insurance bill and $250 cell phone bill...I gotta think about what I'm doing. I'm still going to USI this weekend to see all my buddies. We're going to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in Owensburro on Friday night...YEAH! I can't wait to leave, I might leave early on Friday but I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lights for my "pimp ride" should be here sometime today or tomorrow. I'm so excited! If only I could find a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;neon red automatic gear shift knob&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;That would be "dope". He-he!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108670073199565365?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108670073199565365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108670073199565365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108670073199565365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108670073199565365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/burnt-i-went-tanning-again-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108661691584750098</id><published>2004-06-07T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T09:01:55.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT HAVE I DONE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yet another uneventful weekend. Except for me having to tell someone that things between us cannot happen and telling another person that they can. I didn't mean to hurt you if I did. I really never planned for this to happen. I hope you can forgive me. On a more positive note, I have stepped up my relationship with someone else. I never meant for things to happen there, but some how they did. This weekend was very full of mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really sad that you can't remember what you did over the weekend. It was only 2 days ago..geez! I do remember setting up my tent in the back yard and having a cookout with mom and Angelica. We slept out there again last night. On Sunday, we both went to go see our dads and both of us had very surprising visits. They were actually good for once. I also went to wash and clean out my car. It looks so pretty! I think I also received a free car wash for reasons need not be disclosed...hehe! I got burnt the last time I went tanning so I didn't go recently. I did go swimming however with Jay, Sarah, and Angelica. Same old drama..so glad I left. Well I'm spent..and that's all there is to my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I really am truly sorry, but I still want to be friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108661691584750098?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108661691584750098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108661691584750098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108661691584750098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108661691584750098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-have-i-done-so-yet-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108635741202121426</id><published>2004-06-04T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T09:02:21.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FLAT TIRE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get off work still kinda feelin' like poo and decide to relax. That lasted like 2 seconds b/c I got up to do a little cleaning. Angelica went to visit her mom and I went to drop off my film and run some errands. I went to pick up my Halo and Angelicas then off to Tan Connection. I think I prefer it over Laundry and Tan. Well I got really tan..weird. I left from there and Angelica calls me to tell me not to leave the parking lot b/c she's on her way. She pulls in with a flat tire. I know how to change one, but had never done it on her car, so we found a random police officer to help us change it. He answered some questions that I had about stuff I can put on my car. Well then we ran some more errands and had dinner at a little family restaurant. Then we went home. Not a very eventful evening but fun all in all. I should have went to bed early considering my sister had to be at the airport at 4:30 to leave for &lt;em&gt;Hawaii!&lt;/em&gt; 17 years old and she's goin' to &lt;em&gt;Hawaii&lt;/em&gt; for a week with the &lt;em&gt;BEN DAVIS MARCHING GIANTS!&lt;/em&gt; I didn't get to talk to Rob last night. Maybe he was busy..? Big plans this weekend!!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt; - cleaning house / Angelica's and mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;morning&lt;/em&gt; - ????&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;em&gt;afternoon&lt;/em&gt; - Rob???&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;em&gt;evening&lt;/em&gt; - poker / euker along with camping out in back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt; - lounge around day&lt;br /&gt;What else to do?? Only &lt;em&gt;7 &lt;/em&gt;days till I'm back at USI for the weekend! I can't wait! YEAH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry so long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108635741202121426?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108635741202121426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108635741202121426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108635741202121426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108635741202121426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/flat-tire-i-get-off-work-still-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108628142764436806</id><published>2004-06-03T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T11:50:27.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY BLOWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does today have to suck? Yesterday was a pretty good day. Work was boring and pointless as ever. I left from work to get a manicure and pedicure. That was wonderful. I have deep red fingers and toes. They look surprisingly good. Mom and Angelica came with me. We left from there and went to dinner at O'Charley's in Avon. Cajun Chicken Pasta...so yummy. But ofcourse after that, I felt fat and lost my happy litte mood. But then I went to Target and did a little shopping. No purchases but not a total loss. Then we wanted to go see Krissi (my sister) at work (DQ). So we drove there and visited. I had a lime freeze...more yumminess! Again, I felt fat but got over it quickly b/c half of it is still in the freezer. We went to go see if Laundry &amp; Tan had my tanning lotion. Ofcourse they carried it but it wasn't in stock. I got Halo by Designer Skin 15% off and a free tan. So we went home, changed, and came back. From about this point I was talkin to Rob. I liked the place, it was alright, but still not as good as Premiere Tan. I went back home, talked to Rob for a little bit, then went to bed. Overall a good day unlike today. I just fell....hell, I don't know what I feel. Rob mentions that he is free this Friday and Saturday. Hmm.. what to do, what to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108628142764436806?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108628142764436806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108628142764436806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108628142764436806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108628142764436806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/today-blows-why-does-today-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108612355839777650</id><published>2004-06-01T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T15:59:18.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY WEEKEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was not really eventful. I did get to see my bestest buddy from way back! I missed Eric soo much! He showed up and I was in my pj's. Hehe! Owell, he's my homie so it really doesn't matter. I did a lot of yardwork this weekend. We finished working on the back hill and not just have a section to finish mulching. My garden is coming along nicely. Any week now I will have rather larger peppers and tomatos. Owell, I'm still in a "blurp"..my new word for a mixed up confusing time. I didn't get to talk to Rob all weekend. I can't decide if that was good or bad. No offense. I'm just confused about everything in my life right now. Why can't things be easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. So I bought cool neon lights that go on my tires, license plate frame, and washer nozzles, and gear shift knob...turns out they are ALL ILLEGAL! Those bastards. It's like a $150 dollar fine! What the hell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone out there let me know what's goin on...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108612355839777650?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108612355839777650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108612355839777650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108612355839777650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108612355839777650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-weekend-this-weekend-was-not-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108575301386519415</id><published>2004-05-28T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T09:03:33.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT'S THE MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been feeling out of sorts. I don't want to go to work, hang out with friends, even talk to Rob. I think I might be sick or getting sick. If that's not the case, I don't know what's the matter. I didn't go for a run last night, I went for coffee with Angelica. We talked about life and how much it sucks. What did we do? Why do we deserve this life? I don't know either! I know, all of life's pressing questions and I've got to ask why things are going bad for us, when I know there are thousands upon thousands of people out there who have it worse. Refer to the T.V. show documentary we watched the other day...eeek! It was crazy. Owell. I really hope that I feel better soon. Our moods are the same and each day I think it drops a little bit more.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108575301386519415?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108575301386519415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108575301386519415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108575301386519415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108575301386519415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/05/whats-matter-lately-ive-been-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108566402740305777</id><published>2004-05-27T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T08:20:27.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look &lt;em&gt;super way cute&lt;/em&gt; today! I have on black dress pants, comfy black flip flop shoes, white button down shirt, pearl earings, and pearl/amethyst broached necklace. I actually like my hair today. Just the hairstyle, not the color. I want my deep brown/black hair and not &lt;em&gt;"superficial-bitch-barbie-blonde"&lt;/em&gt;...what am I gonna do? Owell, good run last night even though Angelica's mom basically called me a bad influence even though I've helped so much. I would think that she would be greatful that her daughter has a good friend like me! &lt;em&gt;That bitch&lt;/em&gt;! Owell, I'm off the license branch after work to change my address on my license. &lt;em&gt;YEAH ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I didn't get to talk to my baby last night, but I did get &lt;em&gt;really good&lt;/em&gt; sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108566402740305777?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108566402740305777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108566402740305777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108566402740305777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108566402740305777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/05/me-i-look-super-way-cute-today-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108557983185066039</id><published>2004-05-26T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T08:57:11.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY WORK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the typical "summer job" Saving' up money to go back to college with. I worked in the same place as last year, my boring little office as I often refer to it. Angelica works with me and so does my mom. She's worked here for over 30 years. So yeh, I don't want to be here. It would be different if I had a fast food job, b/c I would always be busy. Not here though! I have checked my email when I know none is there, signed on my messenger(s) when I know nobody is there. It is depressing. You can only surf the internet and chat for so long. And I've only been here less than THREE weeks!What am I going to do? Let me know if ya think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I HATE my highlights! I need a pedicure/manicure! I need to pimp my ride! I need to starting tanning! I need another job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108557983185066039?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108557983185066039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108557983185066039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108557983185066039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108557983185066039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/05/why-work-i-have-typical-summer-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108551544937538198</id><published>2004-05-25T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T15:04:09.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BRAND NEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have introduced my blog to the world, including my best friend. She thinks it's funny that the things I post are really what happens. She is now starting her life as a blog. Will she like it? Does she know that the world can view her life easily archived and written perfectly. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108551544937538198?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108551544937538198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108551544937538198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108551544937538198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108551544937538198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/05/brand-new-i-have-introduced-my-blog-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108551123283921611</id><published>2004-05-25T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T13:53:52.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BORED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday at work I was called downstairs to help with some inventory of CPU's and printers and stuff like that in some dirty old store room the size of my block. They tell me to dress in jeans, t-shirt, and tennis shoes b/c I will be starting at 8 the next morning. It's 1:50 now, and I haven't moved from my desk since lunch. I have to work like 8 phone lines from 3-4:30! Ahhhh! Owell, on top of that, I didn't get to tlak to my baby last night and my run which I haven't done in like 3 days really killed me. After our run though, me and Angelica layed out a blanket and watched the stars in my drive way. What are friends for? Anyhoo, this weekend is gonna be a bore, I'm working the 500 Parade on Sat. 9-4! How bad is that gonna suck! I dunno what my plans are, maybe I will get to meet a certain someone special. We'll see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108551123283921611?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108551123283921611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108551123283921611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108551123283921611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108551123283921611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/05/bored-so-yesterday-at-work-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108540623569266144</id><published>2004-05-24T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T08:43:55.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MISSOURI???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby might be taking a position as a youth leader in Missouri! OMG!!! The first thing out of his mouth when he called me last night was that! I hadn't talked to him the whole weekend and that's the first thing he says! I know that I haven't met him yet, but I think I would be really really really upset! He can't go... I know this is a great opportunity for him because it's something that he loves doing. This whole weekend I've felt a "void" and I think it might have been because he was gone! I know, I'm a sad sad girl. Owell, what can i do? Besides that, my weekend was alright. I chopped off all my hair and highlighted it. Picture Kate (Meg Ryan) from &lt;em&gt;Kate &amp; Leopold&lt;/em&gt;. That's what I have. Except she's way cuter than me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108540623569266144?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108540623569266144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108540623569266144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108540623569266144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108540623569266144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/05/missouri-my-baby-might-be-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108517467320453962</id><published>2004-05-21T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T16:24:33.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH, IT'S FRIDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4:20 and I am 10 minutes from running out the door, hopping into my car and speeding down the highway. Even though, I have no big plans for the weekend. My baby is out of town and won't be back until Sunday. Did I ever tell you about my baby? He's awesome! I don't think I can stand this weekend without him. My friend said something very startling to me. She said that if things don't work out between us, I will be sad and depressed, how I usually am when I break up or something, it will last for half the time I've put into the relationship. We're going on damn near two months. This means that if things don't work out then I will be unhappy for almost a month if not more. That's like my whole summer. God, I really hope things work out! Not just b/c I don't want to be unhappy, but b/c I really really really like Rob! I miss you baby. Come back Safe. If anyone out there would like to occupy my time...hit me up! Till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108517467320453962?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108517467320453962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108517467320453962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108517467320453962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108517467320453962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/05/yeah-its-friday-its-420-and-i-am-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108506372305755910</id><published>2004-05-20T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T09:35:23.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MISSING YOU (Rob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you. I love talking to you. I find it really hard to fall asleep without talking to you. You put a smile on my face. You like me for who I am, who I could be, and not for what I look like. We argue about who is more sexy, what cute little names to call each other, and the soonest we can talk again. I don't want to loose that. You are an awesome person. Your dreams make me wish mine were better. You live a carefree life and put others before you, especially me. I think that's amazing. You're amazing. Together we could be something amazing. I miss you bunches sweety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108506372305755910?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108506372305755910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108506372305755910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108506372305755910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108506372305755910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/05/missing-you-rob-i-really-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108497341914381657</id><published>2004-05-19T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T09:36:45.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE SUNROOF AND ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I absolutely love my car. Last night after work I rode out to Roachville, IN (yes it is actually a town) and picked up my car. I drove the 45 min back by myself. It had just finished raining so my car was still a lil damp as well as the road. I roll down my windows from the middle console, crack the cd player as I jam to Weezer, and then I push the lil button to let the sun in. It was wonderful; I'm doin 65 down a lil back country road with the wind in my curls. It was great. When you sit in the kind of car I have, you get a certain confidence. Well ofcourse, I would pull up to a stoplight with a HOT boy next to me. By this time, I got a lil gangsta rap playin'. He does the international sign for "what's up"..with the subtle head nod. I return with a smile and floor it...it was soooo great. I got home safetly if you were wondering..hehe. As proclaimed by my best friend.."this is so our weekend car!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108497341914381657?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108497341914381657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108497341914381657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108497341914381657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108497341914381657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/05/sunroof-and-me-so-i-absolutely-love-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108491235349193445</id><published>2004-05-18T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T15:32:33.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW CAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so today at 4:30 I will be writing a check for $4,000.00 to a friend from work. I'm the new owner of a red 2000 Chevy Cavalier! Woohoo! I know it's not a brand spankin' new car, but it's what I want and it's what I'm getting. Being at work all day having absolutely nothing to do is made better knowing I will be driving my car home. BUT..there's always a but! Two days ago, my sister say the "overheating" light came on in her '87 somethin or other, but told my friend, not my mother. So yesterday after finding out that I was getting the car today, she calls to say that she's at a friends house, stranded, b/c her car overheated!!! Then my mom is like "she can take your car to school, work, and band practice, since you'll be riding to work with me!!" I'm like AW NAW, HELL NAW!!! I wont stand for it! She can drive her car, not mine and that's final! I'm all worked up and flustered now! Owell, it's 3:30 now...one more hour!!! Yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108491235349193445?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108491235349193445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108491235349193445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108491235349193445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108491235349193445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/05/new-car-ok-so-today-at-430-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108480264147983217</id><published>2004-05-17T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T09:15:44.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>@ WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I know I haven't posted in like forever! Leaving school was horribly horribly sad and depressing. I wish I didn't have to leave. I miss everyone a bunch! Right now though, I am at work, being completely bored. I do look way cute today though and that makes me feel better. I also had a good run last night and I got to talk to my sweety (Rob). So yeh, s'all good! Ok, I promise I will try to write more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108480264147983217?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/feeds/108480264147983217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6882395&amp;postID=108480264147983217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108480264147983217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108480264147983217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/05/work-ok-so-i-know-i-havent-posted-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6882395.post-108353035440365898</id><published>2004-05-02T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T09:16:07.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRAT PARTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So last night we went to the Lambda Chi party. It wasn't that great, so we drank a few then came back to our apartment. Nuthin to major goin' on there, but a 2 hour game of drunk UNO! I slept off my buzz and woke up to a freakin' cold morning. It looks so good outside but it's like 58. Anyhoo, b/c this is my first blog it's gonna be short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6882395-108353035440365898?l=lisausi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108353035440365898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6882395/posts/default/108353035440365898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisausi.blogspot.com/2004/05/frat-party-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01736115079519250798</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></entry></feed>
