<?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-14581154</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:57:40.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carolina Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>Words of a Twenty-Something</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-114073842394815959</id><published>2006-02-23T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T18:47:03.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meets the Parents! EEk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sooo tonight HotBoston is meeting the parentals!! Scary! Only reason why I say this is because they're still hung up on ExBoyfriend. They keep hoping and praying we'll get back together but it ain't happening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HotBoston is totally nervous! He's even making some appetizers and bringing them over to the house. Hopefully dinner won't be akward. My dad is always trying to come off all protective and stuff. Sometimes it's seriously annoying and rude. I told him to be on his best behavior. I am not worried about my mom too much. She's usually the easy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think HotBoston will be fine. They'll see what a wonderful guy he is and love him! (hopefully) Wait, I know they will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll keep you updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-114073842394815959?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114073842394815959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=114073842394815959' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/114073842394815959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/114073842394815959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/meets-parents-eek.html' title='Meets the Parents! EEk!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-114018584096442227</id><published>2006-02-17T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T09:17:26.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Man, this week has been crazy! I have been so busy school wise, but also with my internship. We hosted a CEO breakfast on Thursday for the WalkAmercia fundraiser in May and I have been busy planning and organizing the event. Moving along....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So Valentine's Day was awesome! I went over to HotBoston's apt while he was at work. I cooked a homemade italian sausage pizza (his fav) and made dessert. I set up his room with these great smelling tea candles and fake (that looked very much real) rose petals. I stocked his fridge with Coronas (also his fav) and set up a mini picnic. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/valentine"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/valentine%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He came home and was totally surprised. He kept saying on and on how I was awesome and that I knew him so well. He was so exhausted from work and he loved coming home to such a surprise. A little later, Victoria had a secret for me to share with him...lol. All in all, I was so glad he appreciated everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For my gift, he gave me a full day at this awesome European Spa. I get a manicure, pedicure, facial, full body massage, etc. That had to be the best gift ever! It was very appreciated. I can't wait to set my appointment because I have never been to a spa like that. I mean I get my nails done but never have had a professional massage or facial. I am so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well I hope everyone else had a wonderful Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-114018584096442227?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114018584096442227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=114018584096442227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/114018584096442227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/114018584096442227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113898393311072966</id><published>2006-02-03T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T11:25:33.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/couple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/couple2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HotBoston and I are officially together! The other night he sat me down and had "the talk" with me. He told me that when we first started seeing each other, he did not want a serious relationship. The more and more we hung out, he realized that I was someone "special" and he couldn't pass something great up. I melted. It was probably one of the best nights of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So now I am planning something special for him for Valentine's Day. He has always hated the holiday and I want this one to be one he'll never forget. I plan on doing something small and romantic. His favorite food is pizza, so I am actually going to make him a homemade pizza and write something cute with the toppings. His fav beer is Corona, so I plan to stock his fridge and set his apartment with candles. I want to do something else but I am having a hard time thinking of something else. Anyone have any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I also just had my meeting with the March of Dimes. I snagged a really good internship with them for the semester so I am extremely happy about that. I will pretty much be planning and executing WalkAmerica which is held in May. I am definitely going to be a busy girl. On top of that, my PR Campaigns class has taken on the Boys &amp; Girls Club as our client. That's something I look forward to as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I have just finished tweeking up my resume, which by the way was hard to keep to one page. This week I am going to start sending them out &amp;amp; hoepfully something good will bite. It's starting to sink in more and more that I am going to be out on my own. My college career has been a four year party and it's almost last call!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/danciing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113898393311072966?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113898393311072966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113898393311072966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113898393311072966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113898393311072966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113760872878523313</id><published>2006-01-18T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:27:47.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/couple.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/couple.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I just had one of the best weekends in a long time! HotBoston and I took advantage of the holiday weekend. We wined and dined, rented a movie, and just enjoyed each other's company. HotBoston also took me golfing for the first time. I always thought golf was one of the most boring sports ever, but it was actually pretty fun. I didn't even know how to "properly" hold the clubs, so HotBoston had to "show" me how to do it. Very sexy! He also made me french toast for breakfast (one of my favs) and made me feel like a total princess. I just love that new relationship feeling! It's so refreshing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And to answer some questions that were brought up in my previous post, I no longer am stressing about the "G" word. HotBoston brought it up on his own. He casually threw the word out there, in front of me, to his buddies. I guess that settles that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Soooo....it's the second week into the LAST semester of my college career. I am very excited about this semester's line up. I am most excited about my Public Relations Campaigns class. We're taking on the local Boys &amp;amp; Girls Club as our client and coming up with a whole campaign for them. I'm also crossing my fingers on a possible internship with the March of Dimes this semester as well. It looks pretty promising, but we'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can't believe that in a short few months I can going to be let loose into the real world. I am finishing up some last minute touches on my resume and sending them out to agencies within the next week. It's all so scary and exciting at the same time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Speaking of scary, I have TONS of work to start on so I must get to it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113760872878523313?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113760872878523313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113760872878523313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113760872878523313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113760872878523313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-had-one-of-best-weekends-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113682181125719375</id><published>2006-01-09T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T10:50:11.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with the G word?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HotBoston and I are still seeing each other. The more and more we're together, the more "serious" everything gets. We still have not made it "official" by giving each other titles, but it is safe to say we are exclusive. We are so perfect together. We compliment each other so well. I have never been the kind of girl to look for a younger guy, but I think I hit the jackpot here. He is much more mature than ExBoyfriend and the Ex has 6 years on HotBoston. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One thing I don't get about HotBoston is that we pretty much each other's significant other, but he hates the mention of girlfriends. A lot of his buddies have serious girlfriends and HotBoston always makes a smart comment about how he hates girlfriends. When we first started hanging out, I made it a point to tell HotBoston I wasn't looking for another boyfriend because I had just ended my relationship with the Ex. He also mentioned that he wasn't looking for a girlfriend either. But now that we are together more and more and we have taken everything to another level, it kind of bothers me that he makes those comments about girlfriends. I don't want to bring it up and complicate everything, but I just wonder if he says it to get a reaction out of me or if he really thinks that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sometimes I think he is just trying to get a reaction out of me. I don't want to bring up the subject of our "titles" because maybe I feel like he'll back away from us. I mean does it need to be discussed? Or should I just leave it alone and just go with the flow like I have been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What's a girl to do?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113682181125719375?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113682181125719375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113682181125719375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113682181125719375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113682181125719375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-with-g-word.html' title='What&apos;s with the G word?'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113656905976909423</id><published>2006-01-06T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T12:37:39.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Back to Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I remember the day I found out what the hell blogs were. One of my sorority sisters started her own and kept encouraging me to take a look. I finally did and I was fascinated with it. That famous blog happens to be &lt;a href="http://thebutterflynetwork.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Butterfly Network&lt;/a&gt;. I started reading all the witty and fun posts the girls came up with and I eventually started&lt;strong&gt; Carolina Girl&lt;/strong&gt;. When I first started posting, I was so excited that sometimes I would post multiple times in a day. As the months flew by, I started posting less and less. I guess the blog was kind of like a new toy. You play with it so much at first because your so excited. After a while, the thrill is gone and you don't play with it as much. One of my New Year's resolutions was to get back into posting more. So here is to &lt;strong&gt;Carolina Girl&lt;/strong&gt; coming back to life! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/cheers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113656905976909423?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113656905976909423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113656905976909423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113656905976909423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113656905976909423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2006/01/coming-back-to-life.html' title='Coming Back to Life'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113449262641632252</id><published>2005-12-13T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:50:26.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's the most wonderful time of the year!! Yes, folks, the semester is FINALLY done!!! These past 2 weeks have been the most stressful ever! I had presentations, papers, and finals galore! It feels sooo good to be on Christmas break. Now I can focus on shopping, sleeping, being lazy, food, etc. So I apologize to everyone for not being up to date on the blog. I haven't even been able to catch up on everyone else's blogs. But I promise there will be more to come later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113449262641632252?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113449262641632252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113449262641632252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113449262641632252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113449262641632252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/yay-for-break.html' title='Yay for Break!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113328539570198759</id><published>2005-11-29T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T12:29:55.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Flame Stikes Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/200239981-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/200239981-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Old Flame is back to his tricks again. (See previous post &lt;a href="http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_acarolinagirl_archive.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) Old Flame always come in and out of my life whenever he feels the need. Usually pops in whenever he knows I am happy and doing great. That also means whenever I am in a relationship with someone or casually seeing someone. NEVER does he come around whenever I am single and alone. That would just be too easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So over Thanksgiving break, he comes into town. I run into him at a mutal friend's house. I don't really speak to him...just the casual 'hi' and 'goodbye'. Well that doesn't seem to be enough for him. Old Flame decides he wants me back in his life. He KNOWS I am seeing HotBoston but he doesn't care. Here is the convo we had on text messaging. He couldn't even talk to me in person about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old Flame: Leave HotBoston and be with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Why? You ALWAYS do this!! Everytime I am with someone you do this! Why do you even want to be with me?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old Flame: Just a feelin I have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: You always try to suck me back in whenever I am over the whole situation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old Flame: What do I have to do? I am more mature now and I know what I want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I don't know. I like HotBoston &amp;amp; he treats me better than you ever did and he isn't even my boyfriend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old Flame: Well think about it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What I am I suppose to think about this!!?!? I hate him for always putting me in this situation. He knows I have a weakness for him and he plays on it. I need to be strong this time. Hopefully, having the time of my life with HotBoston will help me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113328539570198759?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113328539570198759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113328539570198759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113328539570198759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113328539570198759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/old-flame-stikes-again.html' title='Old Flame Stikes Again!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113321070337739712</id><published>2005-11-28T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:45:03.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Break Ups to No Make Ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/kstewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/kstewart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Talan FINALLY came to his senses and called off his engagement to the ugly Kim Stewart! I am so happy for him. Who would want to live a life with that thing? I know I am harsh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Over the Thanksgiving holiday, I heard Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey also called it quits. This saddens me because I liked them together. I think we all knew it was coming eventually. She was blowing up and becoming more famous everyday while he sat in the shadows. Who knows. Maybe they'll work it out and get back together&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/nlachey_jsimpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/nlachey_jsimpson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113321070337739712?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113321070337739712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113321070337739712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113321070337739712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113321070337739712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/from-break-ups-to-no-make-ups.html' title='From Break Ups to No Make Ups'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113285689353353084</id><published>2005-11-24T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T13:28:13.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Part of Thanksgiving are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Pumpkin Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpartofthanksgivingareyouquiz/pumpkin-pie.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Even when people are full - they make room for you.Good or bad, your smell is most likely to arouse a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113285689353353084?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113285689353353084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113285689353353084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113285689353353084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113285689353353084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-part-of-thanksgiving-are-you.html' title='What Part of Thanksgiving are You?'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113285660701213747</id><published>2005-11-24T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T13:23:31.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I love today because it's one of those days I have an excuse to eat as much as I want. Yeah, I'll probably gain like 10 million pounds, but who cares. Here are some things I am thankful for this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. I am healthy and well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. My friends and family are healthy and well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;3. My close friends and the friendship I have with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;4. My awesome dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;5. I don't live in a communist country (grateful my parents left Cuba &amp; I have never had to experience that kind of life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;6. I can speak my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;7. I can free to do anything I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;8. My future is bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;9. My education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;10. Christmas shopping &amp;amp; sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;11. The ability to move on from the ex and be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;12. TV, radio, cell phones, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;13. Thanksgiving break from school and work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;14. Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113285660701213747?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113285660701213747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113285660701213747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113285660701213747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113285660701213747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113262662782266723</id><published>2005-11-21T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:30:27.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Too Forward?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/condoms.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/condoms.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The more and more HotBoston and I hang out, the heavier and heavier the make-out sessions get. We have not "gone to Brazil" yet but I would say it will happen sometime soon. The other night I spent the night at his apartment and the only thing that stopped us from heading to Brazil was that he didn't have a condom. You know how disppointing that situation is when it comes up, but I love myself so no Brazil without a condom. He looked so embarassed to tell me he didn't have one, but he explained that he hadn't had sex with a girl in a while so he just didn't have any. Which is a good thing. He's not a whore....hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So my question is, is it too forward to carry some myself or maybe even buy him some? I know it's the 2000's and all but I just feel weird since I have never had to think about carrying/buying condoms. The other men I have been with have always been prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So what do you think? Too forward? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/girlandcondom.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113262662782266723?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113262662782266723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113262662782266723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113262662782266723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113262662782266723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/little-too-forward.html' title='A Little Too Forward?'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113242124810470862</id><published>2005-11-19T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T12:27:28.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/torriero.stewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/torriero.stewart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I found out the other day that Talan from Laguna Beach is engaged to Kimberly Stewart! What the hell is he thinking?!!? She has to be one of the ugliest people I have ever seen in my life! Supposedly they have been "dating" for only 2 months! The only thing smart about this "engagement" is that she is loaded, so Talan would never have to worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All I know is if Kim Stewart can get a man, there is hope for everyone else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113242124810470862?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113242124810470862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113242124810470862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113242124810470862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113242124810470862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/what.html' title='What?!!?'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113202631521174968</id><published>2005-11-14T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:45:15.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laguna Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/laguna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/400/laguna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I just got done watching the Laguna Beach Season 2 finale and I gotta say that it was a little tear jerker. I remember those days when I was a senior in high school and I was about to leave for college ("the real world"). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was an emotional wreck just like Kristen. I didn't know my life without all my close friends that I had pretty much spent my whole life with. It's funny now because I only talk to like 2 of those friends now, and to tell you the truth we don't even talk that often. We're just all at different points of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I also was surprised to hear that Laguna Beach will be going into its 3rd season. I always thought Kristen was the star of the show (even though I still love L.C.) and in the sneak peek for the next season, Kristen was not even mentioned. You could definitely tell that the new girls will be more dramatic than previous seasons. They were your typical high school drama girls. It should be interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am excited to see L.C.'s new show The Hills premiere. I have always liked L.C. and it should be interesting to see her in L.A. and her internship at Teen Vogue. I am such a dork, but I don't think I can wait til spring/summer for these shows to premiere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyway, it's back to studying for me...I know...the life of a boring college senior...hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113202631521174968?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113202631521174968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113202631521174968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113202631521174968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113202631521174968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/laguna-finale.html' title='Laguna Finale'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113201727281201177</id><published>2005-11-14T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:14:32.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Blunt, how you've made my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/james%20blunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/400/james%20blunt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So &lt;a href="http://athensfabulous.blogspot.com/"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt; had a post this month about a wonderful man named James Blunt....I just downloaded some of his music and he is AWESOME! Talk about an amazing voice and deep lyrics. His new single "You're Beautiful" puts a smile on any girl's face! Very refreshing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113201727281201177?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113201727281201177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113201727281201177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113201727281201177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113201727281201177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/mr-blunt-how-youve-made-my-day.html' title='Mr. Blunt, how you&apos;ve made my day'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113201664247432377</id><published>2005-11-14T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:04:02.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooo Funny!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/NERD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/NERD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                                                 &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2152895828212859878&amp;amp;q=hung+up"&gt;Check this out!&lt;/a&gt; This guy is HILARIOUS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113201664247432377?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113201664247432377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113201664247432377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113201664247432377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113201664247432377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/soooo-funny.html' title='Soooo Funny!!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113164206004672659</id><published>2005-11-10T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:01:00.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything has been great...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everything has been great these past few weeks! I have been really busy with PRSSA, school, and work, so I know I have been slack on doing any new posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HotBoston and I are still hanging out. I really like him. It's so chill when we hang out and all we do is have a good time.I've never "dated" a guy who just didn't have a care and just had fun. I like that about HotBoston. His motto is "We're not here for a long time, we're here for a good time." I also like that he's HOTT and has a good personality. That's rare to find. Usually, it's one or the other. He scores major points in Tasha's book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I still don't want anything serious though (I just got out of a long relationship), but I am kind of getting the feeling he is feeling a little more for me. He hasn't said it, but the little things he does or the way he looks at me says it all. I don't know...I am not going to make a big deal of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ex-Boyfriend and I have become friends. It's weird but it's working. He was trying his hardest for a while to get me back, but I finally just told him it wasn't going to happen (anytime soon or anything.) He understod and realizes he can't change the way I feel. He is happy (or so he says) having me as his friend. Better to have something than nothing at all is what he said to me. Whatever, as long as he doesn't get all psycho/weird on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;School is getting down to the wire. Thanksgiving break is coming up so my professors are piling it on hard. I can't wait til the semester is over. I LOVE Christmas! It's my fav holiday. I love the smells, food, colors, music, etc. Hoepfully this Christmas will be cold. Right now we're in 80 degree weather!! Yeah, it's weird! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113164206004672659?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113164206004672659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113164206004672659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113164206004672659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113164206004672659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/everything-has-been-great.html' title='Everything has been great...'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113077091078090959</id><published>2005-10-31T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:01:50.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/371.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/371.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a class="resultsLink" onmouseover="'window.status=" onmouseout="'window.status=" href="http://www.dogpile.com/info.dogpl/clickit/search?r_aid=768764D445534E69BC59DE2BC204C660&amp;r_eop=3&amp;amp;r_sacop=9&amp;r_spf=0&amp;amp;r_cop=main-title&amp;r_snpp=9&amp;amp;r_spp=3&amp;qqn=037m-!)b&amp;amp;r_coid=239146&amp;rawto=http://kidexchange.about.com/library/blhcraft.htm" target=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Halloween! I like Halloween for the simple fact that today is the only day someone could get away with looking like an idiot or skanky. Now I don't mean skanky like nasty, but skanky like you want to be sexy but would never wear that outfit in public. I am going to be a sexy correctional officer this year. It's hot! I have to work tonight but we're all dressing up so it should be fun. After work, I plan on hitting a huge keg party. I'm sure there will be stories for me to tell later. Well it's time for Theory &amp;amp; Research class...oh joy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113077091078090959?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113077091078090959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113077091078090959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113077091078090959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113077091078090959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113035807969688344</id><published>2005-10-26T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T16:21:19.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was reading &lt;a href="http://citysparkle.blogspot.com"&gt;City Sparkle&lt;/a&gt;, and Asian Mistress posted this today. I thought I would post my own as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2x2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 Names You Go By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Tasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Nachi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 Parts of Your Hertiage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Cuban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 Things that Scare You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Bugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 of Your Everyday Essentials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Hair Gel/Hairspray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Toothpaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 Things You are Wearing Right Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. NY&amp;Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Nine West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 of Your Favorite Bands or Musical Artists (at the moment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Kayne West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 of Your Favorite Songs (at the moment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. True Love by Faith Evans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. I Gotta Stay Fly by Three Six Mafia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 Things You Want in a Relationship (other than real love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 Truths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. I say I am 5'0 tall but I think I might actually be a little shorter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. I'm not a good liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 Physical Things that Appeal to You (for your partner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Muscular torso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Light eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 of Your Favorite Hobbies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 Things that You Want Really Badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. To land a good job after graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. To be successful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 Places that You Want to Go on Vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Greece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 Things You Want to Do Before You Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Raise a family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 Things You are Stereotypically a Guy/Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Not into drama, but always like to know what is going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Love to shop and get my nails done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 Things You are Thinking About Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. When is Cary going to get here so we can go costume shopping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Did my fail my Bio test today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 Stores You Shop At&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. NY&amp;Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2 People I Would Like to See Take This Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://athensfabulous.blogspot.com"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://crazygirlcity.blogspot.com"&gt;CrazyGirl City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113035807969688344?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113035807969688344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113035807969688344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113035807969688344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113035807969688344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-was-reading-city-sparkle-and-asian.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-113025113297416570</id><published>2005-10-25T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:44:13.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Miami</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(*Edited with pics...finally!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(By the way, I have tried to post this post so many times from my computer but my internet connection is being really annoying...more on that later!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So my trip to Miami was a bust! Wilma ruined it all! I arrived Thursday afternoon to find out Thursday night that the PRSSA conference was cancelled. Oh I was livid! I had flown all the way down there to find that out! C'mon people, you are PR professionals! Let's get your crisis communication together! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I ended up getting an early flight Saturday morning back to North Carolina. This situation pissed me off even more. The airline charged me $150 to change my flight. I explained to them it was because of the hurricane...of course, they didn't care. They just want to take all my money. I hate my friend for suggesting AirTran. I KNEW I should have stuck with United like I always do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So in the meantime before Saturday, my friends and I decided to party it up. Thursday night we went to Lincoln Road and ate at a wondeful Italian restaurant. It was delicious! Very expensive too. We drank Bellini's (my fav drink!) and sat outside in the huge patio area. Around us were stores and cute little shops. After dinner, we hit up a cigar parlor where this woman was singing. She was great too. I had ONE drink there and that sucker cost me $11. I could buy 2-3 drinks in NC with that!! We called Thursday an early night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Drinking our Bellini's...Yum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/Picture%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/Picture%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Dinner at the Italian restaurant...yuck, I look like I am with child in this pic...which I am definitely not!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friday night we went all out. We dressed up and decided to hit some of the clubs. First, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.crobar.com"&gt;Crobar&lt;/a&gt;. Crobar was serving free champagne and everyone was in free all until 12 a.m. It was nice. They also had gogo dancers dressed in these outfits.(I have a pic that I will post once I am able to get on my laptop.) My friend Jess met some porn stars at the bar, but too bad they were not cute at all. One was a white guy with dreads and his jeans were hanging off of him. We could see his crack because of course he had no underwear on. What I also did not get was that the jeans were tight...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/200/Picture%20050.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(gogo dancer at Crobar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A little into the night, Jess started talking to these 3 guys. They were celebrating a birthday. They invited us to come and drink with them in their VIP room. We ended up going through 4 bottles of Grey Goose. Yeah, we were pretty drunk by this point. We didn't want to stay all night at Crobar, so we then headed over to &lt;a href="http://www.southbeach-usa.com/clubs/club-directory/mansion.htm"&gt;Mansion&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/Picture%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; (VIP party at Crobar) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/Picture%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; (Drunkeness at Mansion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mansion was by far the nicest club. The place was packed! There was a live DJ (can't remember his name, but I remember hearing of him before) and gogo dancers. There was a $20 cover (which this is unheard of in NC). They had these mafia-like bouncers that pretty much told you where you could and could not go. You had to be VIP to even dance on the actual dance floor. Of course, we were not, so we danced on the outskirts of the dance floor. It was still fun, UNTIL my friend Jess was so beligerent she pissed us off. She was so drunk she started falling over and knocking things down. She was grinding on every guy she saw. It was ridiculous. It was a definite buzz killer when the mafia-like bouncers were ready to kick her out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We ended up having to babysit her for the rest of the night. We tried to make her drink water and sit down, but she'd end up finding a way to escape and get a guy to buy her another drink. I finally got so fed up and screamed at her to calm her ass down. I was not having fun at this point. We finally all decided to go home (it was around 3:30 a.m.) and go to bed since we had to be up at 5 a.m. We were suppose to be at the airport at 6 a.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That was the recap of the whole trip. I have pics that I will post as soon as I get on my own computer. Well it's time to go to class or I'll be late! Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-113025113297416570?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113025113297416570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=113025113297416570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113025113297416570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/113025113297416570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-from-miami.html' title='Back from Miami'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112977950529367060</id><published>2005-10-19T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:38:25.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>South Beach Miami, Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/miami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/miami.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tomorrow morning I am leaving for the wonderful South Beach Miami. I am sooo excited!!! Hopefully that bitch Wilma won't mess things up for us! I will definitely post pictures when I get back next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112977950529367060?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112977950529367060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112977950529367060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112977950529367060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112977950529367060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/south-beach-miami-here-i-come.html' title='South Beach Miami, Here I Come!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112973126792268644</id><published>2005-10-19T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T10:14:27.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Be for Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/400/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So Halloween is next weekend and ECU always has the biggest party for the holiday. I went to ECU for 3 years and always LOVED the celebration. It just gave us another excuse to be beligerent in public with a costume on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Since I transferred to UNC-Pembroke last year, I haven't been back to ECU for Halloween. I am planning on going this year! But now my problem is...what to be? Previous years I was a cat, witch, and a sexy gangster with fellow sorority sisters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                      Anyone have ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112973126792268644?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112973126792268644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112973126792268644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112973126792268644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112973126792268644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-to-be-for-halloween.html' title='What to Be for Halloween'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112969403975734147</id><published>2005-10-18T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:53:59.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Hurricanes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/angry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I am supposed to be leaving for South Beach Miami Thursday for a PRSSA (Public Relations Student Society of America...I know I sound like a dork) Conference. But thanks to Hurricane Wilma, I don't know if I am still going! They are tracking the storm and seeing what is going to happen. If it looks bad, they will cancel the whole thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What is it with all these freakin hurricanes?!!? Why do they have to be such bitches and ruin everything!?!? I have been looking forward to this trip since March!!! I am going to be sooo pissed (and disappointed) if it is cancelled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am on a job search and this conference is suppose to help get our foots in the door. They are having representatives and speakers from big time PR firms such as Hill &amp;amp; Knowlton! I NEED A (REAL) JOB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hopefully everything will work out and the trip will be fine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;**Crossing my fingers**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112969403975734147?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112969403975734147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112969403975734147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112969403975734147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112969403975734147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/damn-hurricanes.html' title='Damn Hurricanes!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112966156063799846</id><published>2005-10-18T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:58:48.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag You're It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I stole this question/answer from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twogirlsintulsa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That Girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and I usually don't do these as well. This one sounds fun though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what's the first thing you look at? my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How much money do you have on you? $60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's the first word that comes to mind that rhymes with "TEST?" Best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite plant? lucky bamboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? My parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your main ring tone on your phone? We Be Burning by Sean Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing? Express sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you "label" yourself? Maybe....I don't know..never really thought about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The brand of shoes you're currently wearing? Nine West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room? Bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? Don't know her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever "spilled the beans?" Yes, but accidently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night? Studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message you received on your cell phone say? "I miss you &amp;amp; can't wait to see you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you ever click on "Pop Ups?" No..I hate them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's a saying that you say a lot? "Whatever" ( I know...so valley girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who told you they loved you last? Ex-Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last person you hooked up with? HotBoston ("hooking up" does not mean sex, as some people's definition of "hooking up" is different)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last furry thing you touched? Bengie (my cat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How many drugs have you done in the past 3 days? None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed? None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite age you have been so far? 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your worst enemy? Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is your current desktop picture? Swirls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the last thing you said to someone? "See ya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to change a major regret? Million bucks! Hey, I'll be rich so who cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;27. Are you in love with someone? Not anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112966156063799846?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112966156063799846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112966156063799846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112966156063799846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112966156063799846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag You&apos;re It!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112957535901951279</id><published>2005-10-17T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:55:59.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AIM Stalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I guess Facebook is the "new" place to pick up women...(end sarcastic voice here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So this guy who goes to my school keeps stalking me. He got my AIM screenname off of Facebook and has been instant messaging me ever since. He leaves messages like "You're so hot" "Let's meet" "Damn girl you are beautiful" "Hit me up". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay this is totally weird! Who does that?!?! I looked him up to check and see if maybe I know him and he's joking with me. Definitely have never seen this kid in my life! And to top it all, off he is BUSTED! No wonder why he resorts to Facebook to pick up women!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have obviously been ignoring him and hopefully I will never run into him on campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112957535901951279?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112957535901951279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112957535901951279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112957535901951279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112957535901951279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/aim-stalker.html' title='AIM Stalker'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112932002859713442</id><published>2005-10-14T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:00:28.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with HotBoston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/underthestars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/400/underthestars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dinner last night with HotBoston was wonderful! We had chicken wraps, rice, and mac &amp;amp; cheese. It wasn't anything special but it was the whole thought that counted. He confessed to me that all he knew how to cook was chicken, and that he still had to ask his friends for some help. I was so impressed though. He worked so hard to make it great and it was. I totally appreciated it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Afterwards, I helped him clean up and we watched Dodgeball. Gotta love Vince Vaughn. The night ended after the movie since HotBoston had a midterm exam at 8 a.m. He walks me to my car and we talk a little outside. Just before I get inside my car, he gives me the goodnight kiss. It was AMAZING! Soft, gentle, and sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On my way home, he sends me a text and tells me again what a great time he had. All in all, it was the most perfect night with the nicest guy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;**sigh**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112932002859713442?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112932002859713442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112932002859713442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112932002859713442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112932002859713442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/dinner-with-hotboston.html' title='Dinner with HotBoston'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112921710777840885</id><published>2005-10-13T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T11:25:07.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/dinner%20date1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/dinner%20date1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HotBoston is leaving tomorrow for PA for fall break. So last night he asked me to come over tonight for a dinner date. He is going to cook and we'll probably watch a movie. I am sooo excited seeing as how I have NEVER had a guy cook for me! (Yes...Ex-Boyfriend slacked!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am a little bummed that I won't being seeing HotBoston for almost 2 weeks. We've been hanging out a lot these past few weeks. I am just so used to having him there. When he gets back from PA, I will be in Miami for a conference. Oh well, when I get back I'm sure we'll make up for lost time. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; I will post later on how the dinner date went! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112921710777840885?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112921710777840885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112921710777840885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112921710777840885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112921710777840885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/dinner-date.html' title='Dinner Date'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112914812077764870</id><published>2005-10-12T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:15:20.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Case of the Ex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I know I have been M.I.A....I apologize. This semester has just been crazy! Anyway, so after the encounter with the Ex (see previous post), I didn't hear from or see him for 2 weeks. Then this past Saturday night, he shows up at my job with a dozen red roses and a card. He tells me he is already late meeting his parents for dinner but that he hoped to talk to me the next day. I was totally caught off guard. All my coworkers were telling me how sweet it was and was swooning over the flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I find out from my mom that night he talked to her on the phone for almost an hour. He told her he would do anything to get me back and that he messed up, can't live without me, feels incomplete, blah blah, etc. I don't know what to think of the whole thing. He should have done with from the beginning. I broke up with him a month ago (which isn't too long ago, but still.) Better yet, he should have fixed everything from the beginning so it would have never lead to the break up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That Saturday night, I meet up with HotBoston after my ladies night with the girls. He knows about the flowers and the desperate attempt Ex-Boyfriend is doing to get me back. It doesn't bother him at all...which is fine, we're not "together" anyway. We're just "hanging out." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday I talked to Ex-Boyfriend and told him I didn't know if I wanted to get back together. I let him know how much happier I have been since the breakup. (Harsh..I know.) I told him if anything we would be friends and he would have to  prove to me he has made some changes before I even consider taking him back. And if I don't feel there is anything there left to save, then I'm out. Simple as that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;By the way, as we were talking he had the nerve to tell me he would be making $80,000 a year starting next month. Okay that is great! I am happy for him. But then he said "If we get back together, I can start taking care of you." Ummm....I can take care of myself thank you! I know he was just trying to be sweet but I am not a gold digger. Him making that money is not going to make me want him more! Unless we were married, I am not expecting any "support" from him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well that is all for now, folks! I'm sure I will have more stories on the Ex soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112914812077764870?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112914812077764870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112914812077764870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112914812077764870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112914812077764870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/case-of-ex.html' title='Case of the Ex'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112757666337559302</id><published>2005-09-24T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T11:44:23.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounter with the Ex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hadn't talked to the Ex-Boyfriend since the break....until yesterday. While I was in class, he blows up my phone. Finally, after the fourth call he leaves a message. I listen to the message once I get out of class, and he sounds all rude. He's got this tone in his voice that I do not like. He pretty much says to call him back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I finally call him back and he pretty much makes up some lame excuse to talk to me. He has been calling my family members all week to talk about me (which really gets on my nerves.) He asks if I am seeing anyone and I pretty much avoid the question. It's none of his business what I am doing now because we're done. Then he had the nerve to ask if I was okay without him. Is he serious?!?! OF COURSE I am fine without you! (First, I am a strong girl who has so much going for her. Second, I have HotBoston to keep my mind off of things.) He asked if we could get together sometime and I told him I didn't know. I really don't want to deal with that right now. Out of sight, out of mind is my motto. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally got off the phone with Ex-Boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Later that night, Ex-Boyfriend comes to my job. He just sat at the bar by himself, drinking a beer. I asked what he was doing there. He asked what I was doing after work. I told him I didn't know since I was closing the place. He finally left after a while. It was just plain uncomfortable seeing him. There was nothing left there. It makes me a little sad that our relationship has turned out like this, but I am glad to have found out now instead of when we were married. I plan on getting married only once in my life. I don't do divorce...that's just me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Besides that, everything else is just as stressful. (Except HotBoston of course!) School is kicking my ass this week. I had two papers due this past Thursday, another due yesterday, another due Monday, a presentation on Monday, and 3 tests next Friday. Talk about being stressful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HotBoston and I have been good. We had a "talk" about us. We pretty much agreed that we both did not want a girlfriend/boyfriend but that we liked each other and liked hanging out together. I like our situation because it is so mellow and not clingy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The other night at work, it was completely dead and we were so bored. So I pulled HotBoston into the walk-in cooler and made out for a good 10-15 minutes. It was awesome! I love the excitement of our "relationship" and it totally made the night go by so much faster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/kissing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112757666337559302?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112757666337559302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112757666337559302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112757666337559302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112757666337559302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/encounter-with-ex.html' title='Encounter with the Ex'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112717499098966650</id><published>2005-09-19T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:09:50.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So my school just got added to Facebook and it is sooo addicting! I swear I was sitting at my computer for a good 2 hours looking up my friends. My eyes hurt! Lots of people at my school use MySpace but I find that to be too confusing. Facebook is just so much easier and everyone uses it. Besides blogs, I have found a new addiction....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112717499098966650?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112717499098966650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112717499098966650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112717499098966650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112717499098966650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112709903291398901</id><published>2005-09-18T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:03:52.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/girl%20on%20phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/girl%20on%20phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So it's been a week since the break up...and I am doing GREAT! Can you believe it?! I just feel so refreshed and like HUGE weight has been lifted off my shoulders. My attitude is also refreshing. Besides that, I am still busy with school. I am so ready to be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, I know this is probably too soon...but I have been hanging out with this hottie from work. We'll call him HotBoston. HotBoston. I have been hanging out with him for the past two weeks. I've known him for a year and there has always been some attraction between us. Now that I am single, the flirtation has gotten overwhelming. He's the kind of guy that looks at you and your stomach does a flip. He's just sooo HOTT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, the other night I went over to HotBoston's apartment. We had a few drinks and just chilled for a while. Some of his friends came by and we all played beer pong. It was a serious game and we won of course! After everyone left, we hung out in his room and talked for a while. One thing led to another and we started making out. And WOW, he is a GREAT kisser!!! Nothing else happened between us, but I can't say that I wouldn't have liked it to. I just did not want to be that girl who just breaks up with her boyfriend and sleeps with a guy a few days later. He respected that and we just laid there and talked more. He is so refreshing to talk to. He actually listens to what I have to say and he's so sweet. I don't want him to be a "rebound" guy because he is such a good guy. I also don't need another boyfriend...hell, I just got rid of one! I'm just going to take it day by day. I haven't been single for a while and it's fun! I forgot exactly how much fun I had before the boyfriend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112709903291398901?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112709903291398901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112709903291398901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112709903291398901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112709903291398901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112657295312239418</id><published>2005-09-12T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:56:37.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Break Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday I broke up with Boyfriend. He took it badly at first, but in the end he was okay, i guess. I was going to stop by his house and do it in person like a mature adult, but I ended up having to take it back to high school and do it over the phone. Here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was on the phone with Dell (cause my laptop crashed) and Boyfriend was blowing up my phone. I sent him a text message saying I was on the phone and I would call him later. He sends me a text back saying he needed me to come over now. I was worried because I thought maybe something happened. So I text him back asking why he needed me over right away. This is his response: &lt;em&gt;My parents are gone and I want to have sex. &lt;/em&gt;Can you believe him?!?! Was he not in tune as to how I had been acting towards him all week?!?! I was annoyed now. So I call him and I tell him I am not coming over. He gets all pissy, tells me to f*ck myself, and hangs up. I am really pissed now. How dare he talk to me like that?!?! I deserve better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call him back and tell him I couldn't believe he would talk to me like that. I deserve more respect than that. I tell him I just sick of all the drama and that he stresses me out way more than school does. School is my number one priority right now. He starts to understand where I am coming from and starts acting like the guy I fell in love with. He tells me he still loves me and if this is going to make me feel better, then he understands. He tells me if I want to get back together in a month (or however long) he will be waiting for me. I told him not to do that because who knows if I ever want to get back together. He proceeds to tell me he is always going to be there for me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I do start to cry because it is sad how such a great relationship turned for the worst so fast. He was my best friend and he knew things about me that no one else did. He was my first REAL relationship as I was his. I was also crying because it was such a big weight lifted off of my shoulders. I feel so refreshed now. It's weird. Everyone who knows about the break up keeps asking me if I am okay. It's weird but I am. I have a whole life ahead of me and there are plenty of more fish in the sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112657295312239418?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112657295312239418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112657295312239418' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112657295312239418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112657295312239418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/break-up.html' title='The Break Up'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112645833001459640</id><published>2005-09-11T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T17:17:20.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Cried Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I apologize for not being up to date, but my laptop has crashed so I have not been able to read any blogs or post anything new until now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So a quick update on what is going on with Boyfriend and I. Last weekend, Boyfriend went over the top and almost got dumped. Let me explain. During the week, we're so busy that we really don't have time to spend together. It is always left for the weekend. Well, Friday night we were going to just rent a movie and chill. I had a long week, as did he, and we just wanted to relax (or so I thought.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well, I call him Friday night when I got off of work. Where was Boyfriend?!? He was at this guy A's house (who by the way, Boyfriend promised me he would not hang out with anymore. A is a 30-yr-old coke dealer who has no life. He's a loser and I can't stand it when Boyfriend hangs with him.) Ok, back to the original story. So Boyfriend was at A's house. I was pissed. Boyfriend and I proceeded to fight about it (as we always do when A's name comes up.) As Boyfriend and I are arguing, A gets on the phone and asks me why I don't like him. I humor him and proceed to tell him why. He KNOWS why I don't like him, so I don't know why he asks such a dumb question. He gets pissed at the answer I give him, throws the phone, and I could hear him yelling at Boyfriend &lt;em&gt;"Why are you on the phone with that bitch?! She's such a f*cking bitch! Blah Blah Blah" &lt;/em&gt;Now I am livid. How dare he call me a bitch?! I don't care if I am being one or not. He has no right to be disrespecting me like that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Boyfriend gets back on the phone and does not even call A out. He acts like he didn't even hear it. I am screaming at Boyfriend now&lt;em&gt; "Are you going to let him talk to me like that?!?!" &lt;/em&gt;Boyfriend doesn't say anything and hangs up the phone. I call back and Boyfriend tells me he is going to go to the club with this toolbag. I am soooo livid at this point! How dare the both of them?!?! I am even more pissed at Boyfriend. Boyfriend tells me he will come to my house a little later. I hang up on him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Long story short, he never comes to my house and the next morning I am ready to break up with him. Why would I want to be with someone who won't even stand up for me to his loser "friend"? Boyfriend apologizes and begs me to forgive him. I sort of let it slide, but it still pisses me off today (a week later.) So all week, I am distant and short with Boyfriend and have been doing my own thing. He has been sucking up to me BAD, but I am not really trying to hear it. I could not believe this is the guy I was willing to change my post graduation plans for and even thinking about marrying. That picture definitely went out the window. I am now numb to the situation and our relationship, it feels like. I have decided that I am going to break up with him. I have so many other things going on in my life that I can not be constantly upset over Boyfriend. It's my senior year and my classes are demanding. I work 5 days a week and I am so involved on campus. That is enough stress already and I don't need him adding to it. He should be my comfort zone when everything else is chaos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After this week, I am not happy anymore and I don't think there is anything Boyfriend can do to change that. It's sad that I feel no emotion now because I have given Boyfriend 2 years of my life. (I mean that is the longest relationship I've ever had with someone.) Don't misunderstand me now; this situation is not just the reason why I feel this way. Things have been building and building over time and now everything has come out. I have done everything for this guy and I was the BEST girlfriend I could be. It's sad to admit this, but I was that girl who  put her boyfriend before herself. Now it's ME time! You know how they say whenever you date someone for a certain period of time, you need a certain amount of time to get over it, well that does not apply to me. I'm all cried out and I'm done.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/400/rel004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112645833001459640?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112645833001459640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112645833001459640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112645833001459640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112645833001459640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-cried-out.html' title='All Cried Out'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112612564110945415</id><published>2005-09-07T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:40:41.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oprah &amp; Katrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/oprah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/oprah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was watching Oprah yesterday and today and she was on location in New Orleans, Mississippi, and Alabama. I have avoided blogging on the devastation because it is so sad. My heart goes out to all those people affected by Katrina. Oprah actually went out to these places and talked to the surviving victims. It is so sad to hear these people cry out for help. They need food, water, clothes, etc. There were babies and children who didn't even realize the events that happened. There were animals who had to be left behind by their owners. Oprah interviewed this man who rounded up over hundreds of dogs, cats, etc. and has been taking care of the animals. He wanted to make sure they were safe and reunited with their owners. Oprah also had different celebrities come down and bring relief to the victims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All I have to say is that I LOVE OPRAH. She is so generous and such a good person. I wish I could do more to help those victims of Katrina, but I can't. The world needs more people like Oprah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112612564110945415?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112612564110945415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112612564110945415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112612564110945415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112612564110945415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/oprah-katrina_07.html' title='Oprah &amp; Katrina'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112551807839423147</id><published>2005-08-31T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:06:22.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas is Getting Ridiculous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/gas%20prices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/gas%20prices.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On my way to school this morning, I noticed gas is now $3.01! This is getting ridiculous! My car usually would fill up with $20, but now it's costing me $30-35. Being a student and not having a real job, I cannot afford to be putting gas in my car every week like I do. It sucks because I can't help doing all the driving that I do. I commute to school, which is about 30 miles from my house. So that is 60 miles a day just to go to school, then I go to work. It takes me about 20-30 minutes to get into town. Then I also have errands, if any. I am glad I don't own a SUV. I would be dishing out $60-$70 a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112551807839423147?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112551807839423147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112551807839423147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112551807839423147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112551807839423147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/gas-is-getting-ridiculous.html' title='Gas is Getting Ridiculous'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112535929751341714</id><published>2005-08-29T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T19:48:17.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Stay or Should I Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/woman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/woman1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have a dilemma. Boyfriend and I decided a while back that we want to move to NYC in a few years (4 years max). Well he graduated this summer and he got a job as an insurance agent. Now he is buying this house. Of course, I am happy for him. I am a supportive girlfriend. Well I did not plan on staying in Fayetteville once I graduated. I wanted to move to a bigger city in NC, like Raleigh. The jobs here are horrible unless you're in the military or working at the hospital. So, Boyfriend asked me if I would stay here in Fayetteville with him until we decide to move to NYC. I know we're not married or engaged, but we have talked about it. Boyfriend and I had a conversation a few weeks ago, and he said "I am trying to get situated with this job and buying this house...then I will get you a ring..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't know if I should stay here and compromise my life. Or should I go and moved to another town and get a better job. I don't mind doing the long distance thing for a while, but how long is a while? What if I get a really good job and I don't want to come back to Fayetteville? What if I stay and he decides he wants to stay in Fayetteville and never go to NYC? Should I start my life with Boyfriend now or wait until I get that ring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I feel like I am worrying about this too early, but when I think about it, it's not too early. I am going to be sending out my resume soon and job searching. I need to know where I am going to be. I have all these questions and what ifs running through my head. Would I be stupid to stay (for a guy) or am I selfish if I go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112535929751341714?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112535929751341714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112535929751341714' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112535929751341714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112535929751341714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go.html' title='Should I Stay or Should I Go?'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112528869962052721</id><published>2005-08-28T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T09:29:26.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The VMAs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/VMAs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/400/VMAs1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tonight the VMAs were definitely different...yes I guess that is the word I am looking for. First, Diddy was not a good host in my opinion. He made that show all about him. I liked it so much better when they used to have hosts that were funny, like Chris Rock or someone. Diddy was just showing off how much money he has...which don't get me wrong, I am not hating on him. I just was a little tired of seeing so much of him after 30 min. I also wish I could have been that guy Diddy gave his watch (probably worth a million dollars) to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then, what was up with MC Hammer performing!?!?! I'm at a loss for words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Moving along, I felt like I was watching the Source Awards when Fat Joe and 50 Cent were beefing. I mean come on people! We're all adults. They were just cursing and all kinds of stuff. I mean really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Snoop Dog was being way greedy when he won the $100,000 for his charity...Yeah, it ended up being for his youth football team...I don't really think that's what Diddy wanted you to do with the money, Snoop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The WORST performance in VMA history had to be R.Kelly! What were they thinking?!?! Not only did he give the next chapter to his "Closet" series, BUT he acted all the parts out himself!!! And he wasn't even really singing! He was lip syncing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson's performance at the end of the show started off good, then BAM! She started screaming into the microphone and was starting to get hoarse. I thought I also saw her fall, but the cameras were tricky and made it look like she just jump into the crowd. I saw you, Kelly...you fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Props to Green Day for winning so many awards. I am not a HUGE fan, but they're okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So long and goodnight..."&lt;/em&gt; -My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112528869962052721?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112528869962052721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112528869962052721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112528869962052721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112528869962052721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/vmas.html' title='The VMAs'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112508461120887208</id><published>2005-08-26T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T15:30:11.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Lil Something to Brighten Your Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/powerdykemullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/powerdykemullet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know I have been a little slack on writing a post but I have just been so busy with school! Can you believe it's only the 2nd week and I have a 4page paper and a test all on Tuesday?!?! I know it's my senior year and I would be doing a lot, but damn! Now on a lighter note, I want to talk about mullets today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In one of my classes, there is a lady who sits adjcent to me and she has one of the WORST mullets I have EVER seen! She is Native American, so her hair is really thick and coarse. She also looks a little on the manly side. She is built kind of husky and she wears mechanic outfits and shirts to class. It's disgusting! Sometimes when I want to tune the professor out, I just stare at this lady's mullet. It just amazes me. Who came up with this hairstyle? They should be exiled. Did she think this was a good look for her? I would never ask, because that is just rude. Did she think people were going to take her more seriously with that haircut? Does it make her feel sexy? Cause I hate to break it to her, but it doesn't make her LOOK sexy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Maybe next class I can sneak out my camera phone and take a snapshot of it. I'll definitely post it if I end up pulling it off without this woman noticing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But for your entertainment and a smile put on your face just check out this website on &lt;a href="http://www.mulletsgalore.com/"&gt;mullets&lt;/a&gt;....Just go under classifications and it will let you know all the different types of mullet specimen...Happy Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112508461120887208?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112508461120887208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112508461120887208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112508461120887208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112508461120887208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-lil-something-to-brighten-your.html' title='Just a Lil Something to Brighten Your Friday'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112475645404745266</id><published>2005-08-22T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:28:41.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So today I was meeting a friend, K, at Wal-Mart to look for some supplies for this club we're in together. We got to Wal-Mart and bought what we needed. We then headed over to &lt;em&gt;Michael's&lt;/em&gt;, which I don't know if you know but it's a craft store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;K was driving in front of me and on our way to &lt;em&gt;Michael's&lt;/em&gt;, a woman brakes in front of K. K slams on breaks, but manuvers her car a little to the right so she doesn't hit this lady. When I noticed K slammed on brakes, I slammed on mine but rear-ended K. K's car only had some scatches, but mine car got it the worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/400/wrecked%20car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As you can see,my hood is dented and one of my headlights is loose. I also have scatches all over my front bumper. I am sooo pissed, because I already have 2 other accidents on my insurance. My parents are, of course, pissed off. We didn't file a police report, so my insurance went sky rocket any more than it already is. I am just going to pay for her damages, which won't be much. Now right after the accident, I went a got an estimate on my car. It is going to cost me &lt;strong&gt;$2200&lt;/strong&gt; to fix it!!! I am so livid!! Could I please win the lottery?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was planning a trip to Miami in October and that is definitely going to have to be cancelled... &lt;em&gt;*insert sad face*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112475645404745266?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112475645404745266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112475645404745266' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112475645404745266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112475645404745266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-today-i-was-meeting-friend-k-at-wal.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112465422010853752</id><published>2005-08-21T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T15:57:00.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/400/school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So the semester started on Thursday and I am already swamped with homework and studying. I also have a test in a week!! I thought my senior year would be a breeze, but I was dead wrong! I am going to have so much going on with my classes. I'm already dreading it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On a lighter note, it IS my senior year and I graduate in 9 months!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112465422010853752?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112465422010853752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112465422010853752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112465422010853752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112465422010853752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/starting-back.html' title='Starting Back'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112429706559464693</id><published>2005-08-17T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T12:44:25.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/Palms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/400/Palms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So today is the last day of my summer vacation (probably forever) and tomorrow I start classes. I am so sad to see the summer go, but I can't wait to get on with my senior year of college. Hopefully, by the time I graduate I'll have a job lined up and I start making some real money. Hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna miss being able to wake up whenever I want in the morning and going out friends during the week. (I know that sounds geeky but I really don't like to hit bars during the week anymore...I learned my freshman and sophmore year that it gets me into trouble.) I'm going to miss all my friends who came back home for the summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/By%20the%20Pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/400/By%20the%20Pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't believe the summer vaca went by so fast. It feels as it I just finished finals last week. I'm definitely going to miss laying out by my pool sipping some margaritas and making random trips to the beach. Overall, it was a great summer, had one of the best birthdays in July, visited UGA and met some great people there through Monster.com, and had good times on the shore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will miss you summer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112429706559464693?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112429706559464693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112429706559464693' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112429706559464693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112429706559464693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-day-of-summer.html' title='Last day of summer'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112422527201075646</id><published>2005-08-16T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T16:47:52.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Super Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/sweet16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/400/sweet16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I don't know if any of you caught the MTV show My Super Sweet 16. It aired right after Laguna Beach, so I just ended up watching it. First, I want to say Sofia (the girl who's b-day it was) was the most annoying, unmannered teenager I had ever seen. She was bitching out her mother in public and being such a drama queen. Her mom just sat there and took all the verbal abuse too. I know if I had talked to my mom (or dad) the way Sofia did, I would be getting my a$$ kicked AND my birthday party would probably be cancelled. My parents just don't play being disrespected...especially in public. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On top of all that, Sofia got a brand new Audi! During the episode, her mom said the party cost almost $500,000!! WTF!? Talk about being spoiled....then again, I guess if my family could afford a sweet 16 b-day party like that I'd want it too. But it just sounds a little outrageous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112422527201075646?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112422527201075646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112422527201075646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112422527201075646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112422527201075646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-super-sweet-16.html' title='My Super Sweet 16'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112415154184312698</id><published>2005-08-15T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:19:01.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to the Doc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/doctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/doctor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I just want to know why is it when you go to the doctor, you end up sitting in the patient room for the longest time! Let me start by telling you, I hurt my wrist at work carrying some heavy trays so I went to the doctor today to see if it was anything major. My appointment was scheduled for 2:45 p.m. I got there a little early so that I could maybe get in a few minutes ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The nurse did not call me back til five after 3. She takes me to the lab, where of course, you have to find out how much you weigh, your blood pressure, etc. She finally takes me to an examination room. I sit there for about 20 minutes and the nurse comes back and says the doctor wants to run a pregnancy test before I go in to go x-rays. I give her this look because I know I am not pregnant, but whatever, it's probably procedure. I come back to the examination room and wait like 45 minutes before the nurse comes back to take me to the x-ray room. That took like 5 minutes, so I go back into my room and she says the doctor will be in shortly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wait almost an hour and I am so highly irritated at this point, I am about to go out and see how much longer I have to wait. I know the doctor has other patients, but then why schedule so many appointments at once! Just as I am about to get out of my chair, the doc walks in. He's like "So I hear you're having some pain in your wrist." I'm like "Yeah..." and he squeezes down on it! Ouch!!!! The he is like "well did the nurse take of picture of it?" I look at him like "Is he serious??" I just been sitting in this room an hour since my x-ray and he doesn't even know if I had one?!?!? So I am like "Yeah..." He is like "ok I'll be right back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Another 25 minutes later, he comes back and tells me he doesn't see any fractures and that he is not sure why it is hurting. He gives me a splint, give me 500mg of Tylenol, and tells me to come back in 2 weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can you believe this?!?!? I was in this doctor's office for over 3 hours for him to give me Tylenol and a splint!!!! After my check up in 2 weeks, never again will I go back there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I just don't understand what these doctors do the whole time. The office wasn't busy and it was dead quiet except for the oldies music playing throughout the building. Why schedule appointments so close together if they know it is going to take them a while?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112415154184312698?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112415154184312698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112415154184312698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112415154184312698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112415154184312698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/visit-to-doc.html' title='A Visit to the Doc'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112411337289228303</id><published>2005-08-15T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T09:42:52.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/harry%20potter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/harry%20potter3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I just want to say I finished Harry Potter Book 4 last night and it is my favorite to date! I know I am behind everyone else...I don't know who dies in Book 6 (don't tell) but I will get there soon. The last few chapters of Book 4 were awesome! I stayed up til I finished the book. It's a crime to just stop when it's getting good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112411337289228303?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112411337289228303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112411337289228303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112411337289228303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112411337289228303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-just-want-to-say-i-finished-harry.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112406827114624491</id><published>2005-08-14T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:11:11.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Skeleton Key</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/skeletonkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/400/skeletonkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last night I went to see the movie &lt;a href="http://www.theskeletonkeymovie.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Skeleton Key&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;starring Kate Hudson. Before going to see the movie, I didn't know too much about it...all I knew was that it was some scary movie (supposedly.) I walked into the theatre just a few minutes after the film actually started. So my friend asked the couple next to us to fill us in on what happened in the beginning. After getting the intro to the movie, we sat and waited for something scary to happen. I swear we were probably almost an hour into the movie and nothing was happening! I was starting to get irritated because I paid $8.00 plus some popcorn to see this "scary movie" and I was NOT being scared! I don't want to give away how the movie turns out, but all I have to say is that it was just weird. Yep, weird is the best word to explain this movie. I would definitely not recommend this to anyone unless you want to Netflix it (which is what I should have done.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112406827114624491?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112406827114624491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112406827114624491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112406827114624491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112406827114624491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/skeleton-key.html' title='The Skeleton Key'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112386407983017760</id><published>2005-08-12T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T12:29:54.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the Triangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I know I haven't been up to date on the situation with me, Boyfriend, and Cynthia. Like I said in the previous post, I believed what Boyfriend said and we made up. It just so happened that Sunday night (the same night Boyfriend and I had "the talk") Cynthia finally called me to talk to me about the situation. Before I flipped out on her on the phone, I listened to what she had to say. Her story matched Boyfriend's story. &lt;em&gt;(which put me at ease)&lt;/em&gt; After she apologized, I finally told her what I thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I told her I don't want to see her or hear anything about her. I also told her that if Boyfriend was being flirty, she should not have been flirty back. She is suppose to be a friend and she should have put him in his place. I believe Cynthia wanted something to happen between them, for she has always made it known she thought he was hot. Cynthia did not have much to say to my comment because she knew I was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As of now, Boyfriend and I are wondeful and I have not talked to Cynthia since our phone conversation. She has talked to a mutual friend and says she is sad that our friendship has changed. Ummm...what did she expect? For me to forget it and us be "buddy-buddy." I mean really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In the end, Cynthia looks like the idiot because even though she might have wanted something to happen with Boyfriend, he still comes back to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Note: The third girl in this pic might look happy, but in reality she is just putting on a show for Boyfriend and I enjoying our cocktails in the background. She is actually disappointed she's not me! Hahaha!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/400/third%20girl2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112386407983017760?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112386407983017760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112386407983017760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112386407983017760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112386407983017760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/update-on-triangle.html' title='Update on the Triangle'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112351861696447949</id><published>2005-08-08T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T12:30:16.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/couple%20talking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="58" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/couple%20talking.jpg" width="60" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I went to Boyfriend's house last night and had "the talk." I was soo nervous and scared because I wanted it to all be false. Boyfriend and I's relationship has been better than ever since the end of June. (Note: We were going through some major problems in May.) Anyway, so I get to his house and I wait for him to unpack and get settled. He sits on the couch with me and asks how my weekend was. I tell him it was good until I got the news about this situation. He knows it's coming now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I asked him what happened and to tell me everything. Boyfriend said that nothing happend with him and Cynthia. He didn't know why she was going around telling people this lie. He did say that he did go into the restaurant with his friend Aaron (who by the way I loathe...especially now) when they were drunk and that he did talk to Cynthia. He said he did flirt with her but that she was flirty back. Other than that, nothing happened and she never came over to his house. (She actually said she never was at his house either...said she didn't know where Boyfriend even lived.) Boyfriend apologized for going to the restaurant and being flirty with her. He did say this happened in May when we were going through some tough times and was on the verge of breaking up. (It's no excuse because I did not do anything of the sort whenever we were at that point, but it does help the situation a little.) I would have been even more hurt and pissed if I knew this happened after we worked everything out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am going to believe Boyfriend on this because he has always been truthful with me (from what I know) and I never suspected any foul play with him. I don't want to be that girl that ALWAYS believes her boyfriend and looks like a fool in the end. I hate THAT girl. But in this situation, I guess I am that girl. I just hope later on I am not putting my foot in my mouth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112351861696447949?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112351861696447949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112351861696447949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112351861696447949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112351861696447949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/talk.html' title='The Talk'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112343103075181892</id><published>2005-08-07T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T14:16:40.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could Be the Worst Night of my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Last night was supposed to be a night out with the girls at a new bar opening in town. No harm done right? WRONG! Get ready this is going to be a long post....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I picked up my friend Ashley from her house and headed out to met up with my other girlfriends at the bar. We were all having a good time and some guys that we worked with even showed up. &lt;em&gt;(Side note: Boyfriend is in Tenn. this weekend for a seminar.) &lt;/em&gt;Another girl I used to work with named Cynthia was suppose to meet Ashely and I whenever she got off of work. Ashley had been telling me all week that Cynthia really needed to talk to me about something. I'm thinking "Wow, I hope everything is ok with her" blah blah blah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;On the way to the restroom, I run into another girl named Tiffany who I also used to work with (at the same restaurant where I worked with Cynthia) with her boyfriend. I hadn't seen her in a while so we caught up on some things and into our convo she says she was disappointed to find out what happened between me, Boyfriend, and Cynthia. I had no idea what she was talking about. Tiffany ended up telling me that Cynthia was telling people her and Boyfriend had "hooked up" at his house. (&lt;em&gt;Note: "Hooked up" to me is not sex...it's kissing, some touching, whatever...just anything other than sex.) &lt;/em&gt;I am in shock at this point and ready to kill someone. Tiffany apologized for spilling the beans because she thought I knew about the situation. I obviously did not! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/sad%20woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/sad%20woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I go back outside to the patio area where we were all hanging out. I asked Ashley if this was what Cynthia had to talk to me about. Ashley was reluctant to say anything because she felt this was not her place to tell me. She felt I should hear everything from Cynthia. I started flipping out and yelling that Ashley did actually confirm the story. By this point, if I see Cynthia walk through the doors I would end up knocking her out. I am so livid that I am shaking and steam is coming out of my ears. I pick up the phone to call Boyfriend and Ashley convinces me to wait and see if Cynthia shows up and to talk to her first. I wait a good ONE MINUTE and I finally call Boyfriend. Boyfriend denies hooking up with Cynthia and says he doesn't know why she is saying these things. (Typically boy answer to a situation like this.) He swears he has never cheated on me. (Though he did make that phone call once....see that post &lt;a href="http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-was-reading-city-sparkle-and-i-had.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/confused.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At this point I have no idea what to think. I can't tell if Boyfriend is lying to me because I can't see his face and I don't know if Cynthia is lying because she has yet to talk to me about the situation. Cynthia has always been a girl to stretch the truth and exaggerate a little. She has always made it known that she thought Boyfriend was hot and that he was such a good guy. I also considered her a friend and would never think she would do anything to ruin our friendship or my relationship with Boyfriend. My friends that know the situation don't think that Boyfriend did this. Boyfriend comes home tonight and he knows what to expect when I get to his house. I deserve an explaination. If this is true, I want to talk to Cynthia, ask her what Boyfriend's house/room looks like, and if she can tell me I have to think there is truth to the story. If she can't, I don't think there is. I want to believe Boyfriend and just squash this situation, but I have been in other relationships where the man has cheated. I usually sensed something was going on, but this time I didn't. I'm just not going to be played like a fool and I wish this is all just one big nightmare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'll have to post back the convo I have with Boyfriend tonight....Who knows it could be the end of us...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/200/S4300308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112343103075181892?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112343103075181892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112343103075181892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112343103075181892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112343103075181892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/could-be-worst-night-of-my-life.html' title='Could Be the Worst Night of my Life'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112325989774898799</id><published>2005-08-05T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T12:38:17.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheese State visits Carolina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One of my girlfriends from Wisconsion came to visit this week. It was HELL getting up at 4 a.m. this morning to take her to the airport. Now North Carolina is an okay place to visit if you go to the right areas, such as Raleigh, Wilmington, Greenville, Charlotte, etc. but I warned Jess about Fayetteville. Fayetteville is full of little children, high schoolers, and army men. On top of that there isn't much to do here. But Jess insisted on coming anyways (I guess it's better than summer in the cheese state.) I took Jess to BW3's and met up with some coworkers. We had a great time drinking and just talking about all the crazy things (and people that work with us) that happen to us at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="236" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/S43004071.JPG" width="313" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/S4300406.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The next night we went to Spirits (a cute lil bar we all usually go to with cheap drinks). We had a good time and got a little too wasted, but hey it was vacation (for me and her...) After drinking just a little too much, drama had to find its way into the group. My friend Jodi slept with our manager a few times a couple of months ago and it just so happened now another girl we all work with, Shannon, slept with him. Dan, our manager, was also at Spirits. Jodi and Shannon pretty much were getting into it (but trying to be on the down low with the situation.) Only a few of us know about the whole situation on both their parts. But it didn't work. We were all brought into the convo. Dan doesn't even know any of us know he is a predator. I felt bad for Jess because here is my friend who flew miles to visit and she now has to deal with this drama too. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/S43004142.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/S4300410.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(All the girls PRE-drama Notice in both pics: Jodi &amp; Shannon are all tight and close)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All-in-all, Jess and I had a great time while she was here. She had the chance to eat at places she had never even been (Coldstone, Chick-fil-a) and meet some dramatic girls who tend to get a bit much when alcohol is involved. I'm sure Jess will come back again (I don't think she was scared off) and when she does maybe she'll bring some cheese...j/k =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/S4300412.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112325989774898799?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112325989774898799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112325989774898799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112325989774898799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112325989774898799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/cheese-state-visits-carolina.html' title='The Cheese State visits Carolina'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112266362129985386</id><published>2005-07-29T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T15:00:21.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/frustrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/frustrated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why is it when you're happy with your life now, that old flame has to pop back in just to make his presence known?!? I remember reading a post about this before ( I believe it was Asian Mistress...forgive me if I am mistaken) and now it's happening to me. Right now I couldn't be happier: I'll be graduating in May, Boyfriend and I are doing better than ever, and my place of employment isn't working my nerves too bad. Now that everything is going good, Old Flame sends me an instant message on AIM. I usually ignore him if he calls and leaves me voicemails every once in a while, but when you're on AIM you can see the words right in front of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Here was the convo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Old Flame: Come to ECU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: For what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Old Flame: to hang out and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: No thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Old Flame: *sad face with tear*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Old Flame: i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: You only miss giving me the run around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**I put an away message up**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(side note: I used to go to ECU but I transferred last year to a univeristy closer to my house.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now, Old Flame has a girlfriend and here is he trying to get me to visit him. He does the same sh*t everytime. Pre-Boyfriend I would always fall for his tactics, he'd give me the cold shoulder after a while, and then I would be hurt all over again. He knew he always had me around his little finger and I hated it. But something about him always made me go back to him. I finally pulled myself together and put a stop to the vicious cycle. It now bugs him that I am fine without him and that he doesn't have that control over me anymore. So every now and then he will leave me that drunk voicemail at 3 a.m. or that irritating instant message telling me how much he misses me or wants to "get together." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What does Old Flame think he is going to accomplish by making this out of the blue communication? If he has a girlfriend, why does he feel the need to still be contacting me? Does he not realize that by making his presence known, it just brings back old (and infuriating) memories?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112266362129985386?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112266362129985386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112266362129985386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112266362129985386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112266362129985386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/grrr.html' title='Grrr'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112252073325854380</id><published>2005-07-27T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:18:53.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/Take%20Note.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/Take%20Note.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was reading a post by DC Cookie (which you can find &lt;a href="http://dccookie.blogspot.com/2005/07/eat-up.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) about men giving women oral sex. All I have to say is Cookie said it all. Check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112252073325854380?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112252073325854380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112252073325854380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112252073325854380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112252073325854380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/take-note.html' title='Take Note'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112251978078101295</id><published>2005-07-27T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:03:00.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Immature Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So there is this girl at work named D who I used to be good friends with. She is about 2-3 yrs older than me, but granted I am a lot more mature than her. She just got married to one of the guys we also work with. First of all, we had a falling out about a month ago because I was tired of the way she treated people (especially the ones we worked with.) She is the bitchest girl there and runs around the restaurant being evil to people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/annoying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So about 2 weeks ago, she started to befriend another girl we work with named C. Well all of a sudden D and C were "best friends". It's funny because D has never made it a point to talk to C about anything other than work related topics. D was getting married about a beach but could only invite a certain amount of people because of the cost. All of a sudden, C is invited to the wedding and C has even made herself the maid of honor! Those two were always running around talking about wedding plans and such. Then one day C decides to throw D a wedding shower a few days before the big day. To be really ghetto and cheap, they write the invitations on INDEX cards! (Seriously, they could have went to Wal-Mart or the dollar store and bought some blank invitations.) Not only that but on the invitation, they wrote &lt;em&gt;"Bring money or a gift!"&lt;/em&gt; Who writes that on an invitation!?!?!? Of course, my other friends from work and I did not receive this expensive invitation. (though I did not care because who wants to go to a shower that is requesting your money or gifts?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So for the next few days before the shower, they pretty much begged people to come. They would also try to make it a point to be loud and talk about the event when my friends and I were around. All I could do was laugh at their dumba$$e$. They really actually thought this bothered us. D finally got married and has come back from her honeymoon. Now all she can talk about is who is coming to her son's birthday party this week. I just can't stand girls who try to act like the world revolves around them. She is that girl who gets mad if you're friends with someone she doesn't like. She tries to brainwash the rest of our coworkers who are new and tell them not to talk to us. I mean what grade are we in?!? How childish and immature she is and all I can do is laugh. She is trying so hard to make us look bad, but she is actually the one looking like a retard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112251978078101295?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112251978078101295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112251978078101295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112251978078101295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112251978078101295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/immature-women.html' title='Immature Women'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112247283761441985</id><published>2005-07-27T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T10:00:37.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/harry%20potter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/harry%20potter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I have decided to go ahead and read the Harry Potter books. EVERYONE I know seems to read them and they tell me how they're "sooooo good." I've seen the three movies that came out (and I am excited for the next one in November) and I loved them! I thought they were "soooooo good." I'm only on the second chapter of the first book, and I already don't want to put it down. It's already caught my attention from the beginning. I'm excited to get to the point where everyone else seems to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/sun2.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;On a side note, I also want to point out how freakin HOT it is here. I tried to lay out by the pool and read my HP book and had to come back inside within 10 minutes. It's not even noon yet and it's already 90 degrees!!!! I can't stand this anymore! You can't even get the mail without sweating off 15lb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112247283761441985?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112247283761441985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112247283761441985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112247283761441985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112247283761441985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112234964153986560</id><published>2005-07-25T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T23:49:28.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laguna Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/laguna%20beach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/400/laguna%20beach1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tonight was the premiere of &lt;em&gt;Laguna Beach&lt;/em&gt; on MTV. Now I don't know about you but when I watch that show, I remind myself that I am sooo glad not to be in high school anymore. These chicks cause sooo much drama it's ridiculous! I remember when I was in high school and would have the petty arguments with chicks and having that "In Crowd". These girls step it up a notch because they live in a beautiful town right on the beach and their parents are filthy rich, so all they do is spend their parents' money and stab each other in the back. Why I watch this show, I don't really know.....I'm addicted...I'll admit it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am so tired of Lauren chasing after Stephen like a puppy dog. I mean she is a pretty girl and I am sure she can get with any guy if she wanted. She looks sooo desperate just lusting after a guy who ONLY pays attention to her when the girl HE likes isn't so into him...at the moment. Lauren just needs to move on and find another guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now Kristen is your typical high school girl. She laughs and giggles at just about anything, has a serious attitude, gossips about EVERYONE, and makes out with guys in public. (See Sara's posting on 19 year old girls &lt;a href="http://thebutterflynetwork.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-know-shes-19-if.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) Granted, it is fun to watch her be such a bitch to some of the people on the show, but I would probably have to hurt her if I had went to high school with her. She plays LOTS of games with guys, especially Stephen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then there is Kristen's friend Jessica, who is soooo blinded by the crush on her boyfriend, that she can't see he is obviously not being too faithful to her. He hangs out with another girl, who seems to be digging him a lot, and Jessica lets him run all over her. Sad sad story.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I guess all of the situations they are in now are the same ones every high schooler has. I'm just glad I am a mature woman in a serious relationship that is nowhere near the situations these kids have. If I found out Boyfriend was not faithful to me, he'd be at the curb in a second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112234964153986560?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112234964153986560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112234964153986560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112234964153986560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112234964153986560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/laguna-beach.html' title='Laguna Beach'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112232163557717595</id><published>2005-07-25T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T16:00:35.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay or Not Gay? That is the Question...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/gay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/gay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So this weekend I was at the University of Georgia for a conference hosted by Monster.com. While I was there, I meet some awesome people and had the chance to network with recruiters for corporate Target, Nortel, Shell, Cardinal Health, etc. (just to name a few). Now it's time to get down to the topic of this discussion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I met a guy named Jay and he was really cool to talk to. My roommate down there and a bunch of other DLP-ers (that was the name of the conference) went to the bars in downtown Athens. While we were at this particular bar, a couple of us were having a discussion about relationships with significant others. One of the girls, Shyla, commented on the fact that her and her boyfriend have an open relationship (I guess she was trying to justify the reason why she was groping one of the guys we were with.) I don't know HOW this subject of being gay came up (I actually think Jay brought it up), but we then started to talk about how you can tell if a guy is gay. This is Jay's opinion on how you know a guy is gay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;if a guy dressed very nice (as in had great style) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;if a guy watched Sex &amp; the City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;if a guy drank girly alcoholic drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know there were more but I was pretty buzzing so I can't remember them all. Now the WHOLE time he was telling us this, he would add &lt;em&gt;"I like to dress nice and be stylish BUT I'm not gay", "I watch Sex &amp;amp; the City and Will &amp; Grace BUT I am not gay", and last but not least "I drink fruity drinks BUT I'm not gay"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now to me that is just his way of letting us know he is definitely gay. It was so annoying I just wanted to come out and ask him if maybe he was gay. I mean who cares if he is gay? None of us cared if he was or not ( I actually like gay men...they're fun.) Now the reaons he used to tell if a guy is gay are totally not good reasons. I like for my guy to dress nice and have style. If not, why even go anywhere with them?? You don't want your guy looking bad! Second, Boyfriend has watched Sex &amp;amp; the City before (of course, it was with me) but that doesn't mean a guy is automatically gay. Last but not least, a guy drinking girly drinks is a little weird....but hey, to each its own. Who cares if he drinks fruity drinks but that doesn't mean he is gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know maybe I am wrong about this but it just makes sense to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112232163557717595?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112232163557717595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112232163557717595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112232163557717595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112232163557717595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/gay-or-not-gay-that-is-question.html' title='Gay or Not Gay? That is the Question...'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112200357014521373</id><published>2005-07-21T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T23:39:30.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/Driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/Driving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know I promised funny stories and pictures from the birthday bash, BUT I am heading out to the University of Georgia for the weekend so it has to wait....(I know... you're disappointed...I am too) But I will be back with stories to tell ( I promise!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This weekend I will be partaking in various activities hosted by Monster.com. This is going to help (hopefully) further my job search (once graduated in May) and give me that little "boost"! So I hope everyone out there in the blogosphere (i am not sure if that's the word...I'm new to this blogging thing) has a &lt;strong&gt;WONDERFUL&lt;/strong&gt; weekend! Til later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112200357014521373?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112200357014521373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112200357014521373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112200357014521373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112200357014521373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/heading-out.html' title='Heading Out'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112195927470292144</id><published>2005-07-21T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T11:25:17.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/absolut%20hangover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/absolut%20hangover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I got this photo from the wonderful &lt;a href="http://thebutterflynetwork.blogspot.com"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;, and it is right on the money in describing what I feel like today. My stomach feels like it's on a roller coaster, I have cotton mouth from hell, and I think my head is actually about to split down the middle! I do have some funny stories to tell and pictures to post, but I think you'll have to wait....Just typing right now and looking at this screen is giving me a headache on top of the one I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just a quick summary on last night's birthday bash....IT WAS AWESOME!! I appreciate everyone who came and laughed at my drunk a$$. You would've thought I was turning 21 last night! I had a great time, so THANKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S. I LOVED ALL MY GIFTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now it's time to pop some Tylenol, eat some bread, drink some water, and back into bed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112195927470292144?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thebutterflynetwork.blogspot.com' title='The Morning After'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112195927470292144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112195927470292144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112195927470292144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112195927470292144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/morning-after.html' title='The Morning After'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112188277581940656</id><published>2005-07-20T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T14:08:35.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/Birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Today is MY BIRTHDAY!!! Tonight I will going out with Boyfriend and tons of friends to celebrate the holiday! I am sure tomorrow I will have funny and interesting stories to tell about the event! So stay tuned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112188277581940656?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112188277581940656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112188277581940656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112188277581940656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112188277581940656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112178146838692181</id><published>2005-07-19T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T14:21:51.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://citysparkle.blogspot.com"&gt;City Sparkle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and I had to just point out what she said. Why do women have to inquire what is going on with their not-man and be jealous aout it? I guess we just like to know what is going on with everyone we know, that it doesn't matter if we get hurt with the truth. In my case, it is with my man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:color=;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A few months ago, my boyfriend told me that when we first started to get serious (we've been dating for almost 2 years), he met a girl at the restaurant he worked at that time. I will call her PhoneGirl (because Boyfriend talked to her on the phone.) Boyfriend told me that PhoneGirl went to the bar and told the bartender to give Boyfriend her number. (Now at this point, the bartender should have just thrown the number out because she knew Boyfriend was with me. It's just out of respect.) However, the bartender gives Boyfriend the number. (This pisses me off.) So Boyfriend calls PhoneGirl and they talk about who knows what. I asked Boyfriend if he told PhoneGirl he had a girlfriend. Boyfriend said he didn't because they never talked on the phone that long. I told Boyfriend that first of all he shouldn't have even called PhoneGirl, second telling her that he had a girlfriend should have been the first thing he told her. Am I wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;To sum it up, Boyfriend only talked to PhoneGirl that one time (so he says) and he said nothing else came of it. I may sound like the dumb girlfriend when I say this...but I believe him. Boyfriend has never said or done anything to make me question anything he tells me or does. He was open enough to even let me know of the wrong-doing and he didn't have to. I trust him when he says all that happened was the one phone call. But I wanted to know every single little thing they talked about on the phone...even if I was going to get hurt. It just hurt knowing that Boyfriend even talked to this girl on the phone! But I wanted to find out the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a hef=""&gt;&lt;font&lt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112178146838692181?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://citysparkle.blogspot.com' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112178146838692181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112178146838692181' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112178146838692181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112178146838692181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-was-reading-city-sparkle-and-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112173380514916585</id><published>2005-07-18T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T23:52:39.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Which City Do You Belong In?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/newyork.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/newyork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I Belong in New York City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're an energetic, ambitious woman.&lt;br /&gt;And only NYC is fast enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll set yourself up with a killer career&lt;br /&gt;Or simply take in all the city has to offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What City Do You Belong in? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I knew I was meant to live there! I can't wait til the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112173380514916585?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112173380514916585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112173380514916585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112173380514916585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112173380514916585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/which-city-do-you-belong-in.html' title='Which City Do You Belong In?'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112172872571979266</id><published>2005-07-18T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:20:16.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity News....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I was reading &lt;strong&gt;USA TODAY&lt;/strong&gt; and I came across an article that Jude Law publicly apologized for cheating on his baby mama/fiancee with the nanny. Seriously, what is up with men? Why do feel the need to cheat on their significant other? It's not cute at all! I mean his fiancee is beautiful, why go for the nanny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am sooo tired of hearing about Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise. They have only been dating a few months and they already want to have a baby! I've been dating my boyfriend almost 2 years and I can't imagine having children with him (or anyone for that matter) anytime soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Also heard that now Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt are going to get hitched! I am not a big fan for those two (I am still praying Pitt and Aniston will get back together). Don't get me wrong, Angelina is a hot chick but she just seems too trashy for Brad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't know what these celebs are thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112172872571979266?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112172872571979266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112172872571979266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112172872571979266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112172872571979266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/celebrity-news.html' title='Celebrity News....'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112172062173954080</id><published>2005-07-18T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T17:06:23.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Acrylic Toes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I went to get my nails done today and while I was sitting in the chair, a girl walks in and says she needs a full set. Whatever, that's normal. She sits 2 chairs down from me, and as she sits down I hear her whisper to the Asian woman &lt;strong&gt;" I need a full set on my toes."&lt;/strong&gt; I tried not to be so obvious, but as soon I heard her say that, I had this shocked look on my face. When did girls start getting acrylic nails on their &lt;strong&gt;toes&lt;/strong&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I mean is it just me or is that not just &lt;strong&gt;plain weird&lt;/strong&gt;? Maybe this chick had no toenails (I couldn't see...but I tried to check). But if she didn't have toenails, what would they stick the fake nail to?? Maybe I am behind on the new trend to get your toenails long. Whatever happened to just a nice ol' REGULAR pedicure???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112172062173954080?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112172062173954080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112172062173954080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112172062173954080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112172062173954080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/acrylic-toes.html' title='Acrylic Toes?'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112170678247048835</id><published>2005-07-18T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T13:13:02.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful who you let borrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/SATC.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" height="80" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/200/SATC.gif" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I have this friend who I will call T.B. and a few months ago I let her borrow my Sex &amp;amp; the City DVDs. (Just so you know, I have all the seasons...I LOVE the show!Well the DVDs come in this colored plastic cover with the season's pictures on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I didn't mind so much that T.B. had the DVDs for what seemed like forever (actually like 3 or 4 months), but I wanted to watch some of the episodes. I called her and asked her to bring them to my job. She agreed and the first thing that put me off was that she called Outback, asked me to come outside and get them from her. I mean it was raining like crazy outside,(and she did not want to get wet....I thought I was the one at work and needed to stay dry...) but whatever, I went and got them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I ran back inside and I soon I was about to put them in my purse, I realized that Season 2's case was in 3 pieces!! &lt;strong&gt;I AM LIVID&lt;/strong&gt; at this point. Not only am I drenched from the rain, but this chick broke my most fabulous DVD case!! I called her from my work line and asked her what happened to the DVD case. So T.B. says "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't notice it being broken when I just handed it to you." She said she'd noticed the case was pretty much falling apart when I let her borrow them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(For the record, I am very picky about my belongings and when I let her borrow them, they were pretty much new. I had only owned all of them for maybe a month. I've known her for a long time so I wasn't worried about letting her take them. Boy, was I wrong!) I told her it was impossible that it was falling about when she got it because they were new. Then T.B. got all attitude-ish with me and by this point I am ready to jump through the phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I always thought that when you borrow something from a person, you give it back in the same condition it was given to you. I mean, is that so much to ask!??! I know to &lt;strong&gt;NEVER &lt;/strong&gt;let T.B. borrow anything again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112170678247048835?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112170678247048835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112170678247048835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112170678247048835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112170678247048835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/be-careful-who-you-let-borrow_18.html' title='Be careful who you let borrow...'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112170124862963378</id><published>2005-07-18T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T11:40:48.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/1600/PerfectManhattan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1121/1324/320/PerfectManhattan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I just got done reading a book called &lt;strong&gt;The Perfect Manhattan&lt;/strong&gt;. Now I am IN LOVE with NYC and I want to live there within the next 2-3 years. I loved this book! It's about this girl named Cassie who just graduated college and ends up being a bartender. She lands a summer gig in the infamous Hamptons and experiences all kinds of crazy things. The authors of this book actually bartend in Manhattan and the Hamptons, so it was sort of a novel of the experiences they've had. I definitely recommend this book! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112170124862963378?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112170124862963378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112170124862963378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112170124862963378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112170124862963378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/perfect-manhattan.html' title='The Perfect Manhattan'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14581154.post-112166134159044842</id><published>2005-07-18T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:35:41.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Infamous Shift at Outback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Outback is said to be one of the best restaurants to work at in Fayetteville, NC. (Or so you'd think...) Last night was maybe one of the worst shifts I have ever worked. First of all, waiting tables is not going to be my obvious career (even though it is for HALF of the staff I work with). So it really pisses me off when I get a table who thinks they can treat me like I am just some dumb waitress. Little do they know that I am going on my last year of college, graduating with honors in public relations, and ONLY working there til the day I get that dipolma in my hands. Second, I can't stand half the people I work with. Some of these people LOVE to bring drama into the restaurant and of course, drag you into it also. I mean some of these people take their job just a little too seriously! I just go in to make my money &amp; BOUNCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So back to last night (I seem to be getting into a whole other story!) My very first table was a party of six and I assumed 'Hey, the shift seems to be starting off okay. I can work this table and get a good tip off the bat.' Little did I know that as soon I as introduced myself, this table was already getting on my nerves! The women were so bossy and rude. They also ran me ragged! Their bill was $97.70 (and because they were not a party of 8 or more, I could not add a grat...I prayed 2 more people would show up!) I guessed maybe I would get $5.00 off of them, but in reality I got...NOTHING!! Can you believe that?!!? I mean I make $2.13 a hour and I have to pay tipshare to the bussers, bartenders, and hostesses. I was livid! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This table started a horrible streak for the night. I had all kinds of crappy tables, men old enough to be my grandfather who harass you, other bossy women, and messy impatient children. I even had some guests telling me how to do my job! I mean seriously, if I didn't know what I was doing I am sure Outback would have fired me by now. These guests think I have 8 arms or something and can do everything at once! They didn't give me the second it takes to go get that pitcher of sweet tea to refill their glass. I was so relieved when I was finally cut. My bones ached and all I wanted was a drink! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can't wait to graduate and get that "real world" job. I don't think I can deal much longer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14581154-112166134159044842?l=acarolinagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112166134159044842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14581154&amp;postID=112166134159044842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112166134159044842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14581154/posts/default/112166134159044842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acarolinagirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/infamous-shift-at-outback.html' title='Infamous Shift at Outback'/><author><name>Tasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02079926446325377527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/6948/640/Curly%20hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
