<?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-6953308374733906114</id><updated>2011-12-11T02:52:51.596-06:00</updated><category term='Tribute'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='ode'/><category term='Bad Day'/><category term='list'/><category term='Oprah'/><category term='Beware'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Myspace'/><category term='Dane Cook'/><category term='change'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='Cry'/><category term='RENT'/><category term='renovation'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='sandwich'/><category term='Grinch'/><category term='year'/><category term='girls'/><category term='Turbo Jam'/><category term='tips'/><category term='holmes'/><category term='Black Eyed Peas'/><category term='costumes'/><category term='In The Chamber'/><category term='five'/><category term='cosmo'/><category term='alarm clock'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='rant'/><category term='Play'/><category term='Fail'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='Pseudo-event'/><category term='creeps'/><category term='H1N1'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='Wham'/><category term='advice'/><category term='Muppets'/><category term='guys'/><category term='Fresh'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='music'/><category term='Rules'/><category term='school'/><category term='Stunt'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Liberty Bell'/><category term='Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen'/><category term='Frozen'/><category term='diet'/><category term='Pants'/><category term='Taco Bell'/><category term='Queen'/><category term='bar'/><category term='Assignment'/><category term='Public Relations'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='cosmopolitan'/><category term='Musical'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='men'/><category term='Nerd'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='Buyer'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='Festival'/><category term='Mir'/><title type='text'>Tired or Inspired?</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts, ideas, rantings and ramblings. The alternative to being annoying on Facebook.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-6656982365013149362</id><published>2011-09-14T01:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:14:50.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alarm clock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><title type='text'>For the NON-morning folk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;beep...beep...beep...Beeep...Beeep...Beeep...BEEEP...BEEEP...BEEEPBEEPBEEP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*SLAM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;snooooze.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning Sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it does, well, then I suppose I'm not alone when I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eff you mornings, eff you alarm clock, eff you stupid beeping sound I hear in my dreams, eff you 9 minute snooze setting&amp;nbsp;that feels more like 3 minutes, eff you school, eff you work, eff you responsibilities,&amp;nbsp;eff you bus schedule, eff you traffic jams, eff you hard to find parking spaces, eff you line up at Tim's, eff you all. &lt;br /&gt;But especially you beeping sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession&lt;/strong&gt;: I am &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;a morning person. ...surpriiise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do a myriad of things to ensure that when my mother%&amp;amp;*#ing alarm clock goes off in the morning, I actually drag my sorry behind out of bed. In case you haven't already figured out by my previous posts, I like lists. So, I'm going to make you all a list of things you can do to *try* to make getting up in the morning a little easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preparation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Try to get things together the night before. As sad as it sounds, remember how much easier it was to get ready in the morning when your mom picked your outfit out for you? You just woke up and threw it on! Easy peeasy. Yeah, well, it still works! I can't explain how nice it is not to have to search for that stupid sweater I had imagined wearing with 3 minutes left before I have to catch my bus. Stress central.&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you get your books, work stuff, keys and all that together, it takes a lot of running around out of your morning, and you'll be surprised how much time it will save you, therefore making getting out of bed less dreadful, and much easier to convince yourself to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Routine:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Having a morning routine can take the guesswork out of your mornings. Plus, if there's one thing we know people are good at, it's forming habits. My friend told me that when her alarm clock goes off in the morning, she turns it off, then she lies back down for 60 seconds to let herself wake up and to make a list in her head of the things she has to do that morning. Then she gets up, turns on her &lt;i&gt;morning playlist &lt;/i&gt;and proceeds to get ready! Making a habit that you can maintain for getting up can help you find something that works for you, like, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;What's your favourite pick-me-up song RIGHT now? The one that makes you feel like you're on cloud nine, that makes you just wanna dance? Here's an idea, put it on in the morning! Sometimes it gives you the extra little bounce to make a bad morning good, or to get you to roll out of bed. Make a morning playlist that helps you start your day off on the right foot, sometimes morning talk shows on the radio just don't do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caffeine:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But not any caffeine, get a hot coffee or a hot cup of tea. Especially in those frigid fricking cold Winter months, having a hot beverage can help give you that nice inner warmth you need to push yourself out the door and into the snow... or just stop you from climbing right back under the comforter on your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goals:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I say goals I don't mean like... I want to lose 5 pounds this week. I mean like, find a light at the end of your tunnel, give yourself something to wake up in the morning and be excited about. It's amazing how fast you can jump out of bed on Christmas morning, because you're EXCITED! So give yourself some incentive! Like, "ou tonight after work is the finale of Big Brother!!!" or "Oh baby, I have a dinner and yoga date tonight with the bff" anything like that! Make everyday have a Friday quality as opposed to a Monday quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;for the hopeless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some of you may be like me, where just managing to get out of bed and not sleep through that alarm is challenging enough. Here's my advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;one:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Go to bed earlier, you know you're staying up too late, seriously, just go to sleep. You know you'll end up regretting not doing so in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Move your alarm clock. Are you so used to the placement of your alarm clock that you can hit snooze or turn it off without even waking up? Move it! Put it somewhere across the room so that you HAVE to get up to turn it off. And I'm telling you, when that damned beeping starts in the morning, no matter how tired you are, you'll get up to turn it off. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Coffee, coffee, coffee. I started drinking coffee just recently, because even if you drink decaf, your mind is telling you you're getting an energy boost! Placebo effect for the win. First thing in the a.m., still in your pjs, make coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;four:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wear warm pajamas! If your room is ice cold like mine in the winter, it can be easier to get out of bed if it doesn't feel like stepping into a freezer. Keep a small fleece blanket nearby or a warm sweater, and slippers too! Make that bed to bathroom transition as easy as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to tryyy to take my own advice.&lt;br /&gt;Bon nuit my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the bed bug infestation get the best of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and here's my current morning jam. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't mind if you steal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pIgZ7gMze7A" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-6656982365013149362?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/6656982365013149362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-non-morning-folk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/6656982365013149362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/6656982365013149362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-non-morning-folk.html' title='For the NON-morning folk'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pIgZ7gMze7A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-7326786134152751091</id><published>2011-08-30T15:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:34:17.252-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creeps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>5 Bar Phrases: Translated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let me paint you a picture...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're on the dance floor, it's girls' night out, you looove this Ke$ha song, life's great. Then some&amp;nbsp;dude&amp;nbsp;in a douchey T-shirt comes sauntering up behind you. You feel hands snake around your midsection and&amp;nbsp;this creep's&amp;nbsp;nasty moist beer&amp;nbsp;breath&amp;nbsp;on your ear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey baby, wanna dance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all you can think is "ew ew ew ew ew ewww ewww ewww EWWWWW"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're polite, so you gently pull yourself out of the grasp of this randoo and you turn to him and say oh so kindly with a half smile on your face, "Sorry, I have a boyfriend."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this guy ain't takin' no for an answer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where is he?" "What's his name" "Who cares, it's just a dance" &lt;br /&gt;And then comes the hands again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, it's just bewildering. What is it that guys DON'T understand?&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh yes, that's right. Subtlety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to help you all&amp;nbsp;out by decoding 5 very VERY simple dance floor phrases.&lt;br /&gt;This way we all understand eachother.&lt;br /&gt;Girls, please take note. We all need to speak the same language in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I have a boyfriend" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation:&lt;/strong&gt; "While I may or may not actually have a boyfriend, it really doesn't matter because I find you unattractive and would prefer if you didn't rub your junk on my backside for the next three-and-a-half minutes before I feel compelled to signal to my friend and excuse myself to go to the "bathroom". At this point I will go, check my hair and outfit, hide out for the next 45 seconds, then proceed to stealthily lap the bar to make sure it is safe to return to my friends; after which I will spend the rest of the night using my peripheral vision to avoid running into you again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Outside?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation:&lt;/strong&gt; "I feel like I'm getting a litttttle bit on the sweaty side, it's hot in here, and I didn't spend 2 hours making my hair look absolutely PERFECT just to sweat out the hairspray. Also, this pink dress shows sweatmarks so I need to get outside air here to avoid disaster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*screams* "OH MY GAWWDD" *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation:&lt;/strong&gt; "Wow ________, it sure is great bumping into you randomly at this bar. I haven't seen you in at LEAST a week and I'm quite excited as I am particularily fond of you. This has made me very happy. While I am maybe a little embarrassed about our squealing exhibition, It is cancelled out by the fact that I can't help but hope that other people have noticed how many friends I have at this bar and how totally popular I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"I'll be right back"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation:&lt;/strong&gt; "I WILL BE RIGHT BACK! And I expect you to be here in this exact spot on the floor. If you move, it's gonna take me 20 minutes to find your ninja ass and during that time they may play all the good songs and I don't wanna miss them cause I'm searching all over for YOU. &lt;br /&gt;SO STAY PUT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Bathroom&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;"/"Bathroom&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;"/"Bathroom&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;! Translation:&lt;/strong&gt; "SAVE ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? Translation:&lt;/strong&gt; "I think you need to be saved, but I'm unsure, so if you say no then I'll leave you be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Translation:&lt;/strong&gt; "We. need. to. get. the. eff. out. of. here. ...NOW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. &lt;br /&gt;This is of course not always the case, and of course it's just from my experience.&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew what kind of experiences I've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*shudders*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I feel like I've described the experience a bit too accurately.&lt;br /&gt;Soo, I'm gonna go shower away the filth&amp;nbsp;now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing. This is a perfect opportunity for some Ricky J.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, when isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L5lcnj9rrrU" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-7326786134152751091?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7326786134152751091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2011/08/5-bar-phrases-translated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/7326786134152751091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/7326786134152751091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2011/08/5-bar-phrases-translated.html' title='5 Bar Phrases: Translated'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/L5lcnj9rrrU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-2528574749884448928</id><published>2011-08-26T05:35:00.157-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:17:46.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmopolitan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>5 Ways Cosmo Makes Us Crazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://betweenthecouchcushions.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/check-yes-or-no.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://betweenthecouchcushions.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/check-yes-or-no.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you're wondering why sometimes girls are bat shit crazy, you need look no further than where we get our advice. Cosmo. Or as I'm now calling it, the root of all paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of 5 things Cosmo is telling us that contribute to making girls the irritable, weird, paranoid, psychotic, obsessive, Facebook-stalky creatures that we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eye Contact"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or less specifically, guys' body language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;From a sooper young age girls are being conditioned to read and react to every tiny little thing guys are doing. Including every time they lift their eyebrows, tilt their heads, how they stand, how long it takes them to respond, what they say, how they say it, which direction his palms are facing, whether his pupils are&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;dilated, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Cosmo article excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;These 10 signals will let you know when a guy's just not feeling it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;He keeps breaking eye contact with you to look at someone or something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He doesn't look at you straight on — instead, it's from the side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Or how about from the "Body Language Decoder"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Although you may think he's smitten, he could be playing you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Holding intense eye contact for more than five seconds doesn't happen naturally, so he may be using the look as a seduction technique to get you into bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Next time a guy looks me in the eyes for 5.7 seconds, I'm gonna scream rape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Change your wardrobe or die alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cosmo is the kind of magazine that likes to keep up to date on trends, but this article was so backwards. All it did was tell me what a panel/survey/random sampling (whaaaatever) of guys think about certain trends and assumed that would dictate whether or not I wore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trends included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;tattoos&lt;br /&gt;jeggings&lt;br /&gt;uggs&lt;br /&gt;too much makeup&amp;nbsp;(duh, hence the 'too much' part")&lt;br /&gt;legwarmers&lt;br /&gt;neon&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colour pink was the second most hated thing. WTF guys, what did pink ever do to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Looking good is not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have to look the right KIND of good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to Cosmo, there's "guy hot" and "girl hot"&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing blue eyeshadow? Gross, that's girl hot, you should've smokey-eyed that shit.&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair curled? Gross, that's girl hot, you should've done beachy waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point I think I'm just gonna give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The "Does He Like Me" Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And girls, you've ALL done it. It started when you picked up that first "Girls' Life" magazine in grade five.&lt;br /&gt;And Cosmo still has it if you want it. Which of course you do, because with all the signs you've been taking note of, it's time for some REAL answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you good girl hot or bad girl hot?"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know if he likes you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you (insert adjective here) enough?"&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know when it's over?"&lt;br /&gt;"Is he a player?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail? nah, just retake it till you get the answers you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And laaaaast but not least....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HE IS JUDGING YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything you wear, say, do, think. Cosmo wants you to know that every inch of your body and mind is being scrutinized at all times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found this one, I tend to get a bad case of the giggles, apparently I'm SOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Your Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Guys pride themselves on being funny, so they look for girls who can appreciate their sense of humor. However, there’s such a thing as laughing too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they don't even mean like rolling around on the floor stupid "I didn't even say anything" laughter. They mean like if I laugh at one thing he doesn't think is funny, I'm a freak. ooookay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You guys should actually read this next article for yourselves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/dating-advice/what-guys-notice?click=cos_new"&gt;http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/dating-advice/what-guys-notice?click=cos_new&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The top ten things guys notice includes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;how thick your hair is&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the pitch of your voice&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the size of your group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Maybe it's just me, but isn't Cosmo asking a lot of us?&lt;br /&gt;At this point I'm tempted to just stay home and bitch online.&lt;br /&gt;wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-2528574749884448928?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/2528574749884448928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2011/08/10-ways-cosmo-makes-us-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/2528574749884448928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/2528574749884448928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2011/08/10-ways-cosmo-makes-us-crazy.html' title='5 Ways Cosmo Makes Us Crazy.'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-9164261292312223507</id><published>2011-08-26T04:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T05:06:39.871-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RENT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year'/><title type='text'>365 days.</title><content type='html'>Press play, this song 100% applies here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x8iTeDl_Wug" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how much can change in a year isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year I was getting ready to start my second and (hopefully) final year of Creative Communications.&amp;nbsp;I was blissfully unemployed, spending all my time with friends I'd been missing, getting ready for what would be my last season of competitive volleyball,&amp;nbsp;writing a script I would eventually begin to hate, and working out&amp;nbsp;religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad start right?&lt;br /&gt;I certainly didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I was also wonderfully ignorant of all the "eventful" things that lay in wait that fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I should probably warn you, this is starting to feel like a diary entry post. Apologies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel anything coming right before things falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;There's no sense of impending doom. No blatant warning signs of things to come.&lt;br /&gt;You don't see omens, or have weird foreshadow-y conversations with people.&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know that when you see someone for the last time, it will be the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago today I was visiting my hardworking friends on the Projector staff.&lt;br /&gt;I was telling crazy stories about the ridiculous month I'd had and those of you who know me will probably groan and roll your eyes because you've heard the stories a TRILLION times. (sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts. You make new friends. Realize you missed some friends a lot more than you thought. And for me, I was full swing busy again. 8 hours at school everyday, (more if you were in media production like some of us *sob*) plus practices and homework and the harmless seeming IPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September was a medley of things for me personally. A crazy weird "high school reunion" (coughcoughblackpathpartycoughcough) that took me back to being 16. &amp;nbsp;Realizing, I was glad I wasn't 16 anymore. Getting hurt by friends (and "friends"), dealing with it, and trying to focus on other things.&lt;br /&gt;And here I was thinking that was complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October proved me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;October. Fucking sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever lost anyone I don't need to explain to you the strangeness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like playing peek-a-boo when you're little, but one time you open your eyes and the other person is just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching your best friends suffer through that, is really, really hard.&lt;br /&gt;It's even worse when you don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;And then it happens again.&lt;br /&gt;And it's un-fucking-believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't get into it. Last fall, was not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life goes on. And while some relationships in your life become SO important, others just kinda fall by the wayside. And of course that "life is short" perspective doesn't last forever. And other personal drama comes back again, and again, and again, and AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned first hand how much fun the domino effect can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you realize time has passed. And it's March.&lt;br /&gt;And you wake up from that winter long slumber of academic hell, just in time for the grand finale of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's over. April. May, Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reset. refresh. reflect.&amp;nbsp;re-evaluate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give anything to go back a year and relive today.&lt;br /&gt;But you couldn't pay me all the money in the world to relive the past 365 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are different.&lt;br /&gt;No more extracurricular activities. People have moved away.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that really great conversation I had with that person is an omen.&lt;br /&gt;I take last looks before I walk away from a friend, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;We don't get drunk and run around the streets.. as often.&lt;br /&gt;I'm working all the time, and I wonder if I'll ever have time for all the people I miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, a year ago feels like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost fall again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready for school again.&lt;br /&gt;Have stupid personal drama that makes me feel like the sky is falling, again.&lt;br /&gt;Work out religiously again. (at least that's what I tell myself)&lt;br /&gt;And I have crazy stories to tell again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how much stays the same after a year isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-9164261292312223507?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/9164261292312223507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2011/08/365-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/9164261292312223507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/9164261292312223507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2011/08/365-days.html' title='365 days.'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/x8iTeDl_Wug/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-6306407340871089690</id><published>2011-03-23T13:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:24:10.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning.</title><content type='html'>So, Winter's kind of, sort of, maybe, close to over.. and it's that time of year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the time when we all emerge from our Winter hide outs and look around only to find a huge mess of the things we've neglected for the past four, five, or six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my blog is one of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I've given it a make-over, a big fat face lift, and have renewed my vows to the blog post gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I solemnly swear to pay more attention to my blog, and try my hardest to post things of interest at what can be considered some sort of consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully more soon.&lt;br /&gt;AND stay tuned for a better blog title.&lt;br /&gt;MY goodness, let's hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baha,&lt;br /&gt;from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-6306407340871089690?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/6306407340871089690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/6306407340871089690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/6306407340871089690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning.'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-5774446597738914553</id><published>2010-12-08T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:47:08.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadcast Journalism?</title><content type='html'>Well it's supposed to be!&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing truly newsworthy about this video is that it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hump De Bump by the Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;Our video featuring the oh soo talented CreComm band.&lt;br /&gt;Shot by myself (of course) and Adam Smitzniuk.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/17627617" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/17627617"&gt;Broadcast J music video&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3603008"&gt;Alexa Lacroix&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-5774446597738914553?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/5774446597738914553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/12/broadcast-journalism.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/5774446597738914553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/5774446597738914553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/12/broadcast-journalism.html' title='Broadcast Journalism?'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-2854607216519657563</id><published>2010-03-23T01:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T12:14:56.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nerd'/><title type='text'>We've got to save Ginny Weasley from the Basilisk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;There are some things that words just can't describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;They give you a feeling, a sort of warm tingly, well, warmth in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Harry and the Potters is my warm heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Seriously. I discovered for myself HATP around 3 years ago as a nerdy, nerdy, again, nerdy teen trying to find myself in lame music and various trends. I'll have to admit, if I had one regret it's that I didn't try out WRock, aka Wizard Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Groups such as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Draco and the Malfoys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The Whomping Willows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ministry of Magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Roonil Wazlib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The Neville Longbottom Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ginny &amp;amp; the Heartbreakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Potterwatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Lord Voldi and the Darkmarks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;are only a small taste of what the WRock world has to offer us, and what they've got to offer is something quite unique.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;although filled with plenty of incredibly nerdy Harry Potter references, this stuff is actually quite enjoyable for the light Harry Potter fan as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;In closing. Here is a gift from me to you. Trust me when I say. This is good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PafwCn_kOXI" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-2854607216519657563?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/2854607216519657563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/03/weve-got-to-save-ginny-weasley-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/2854607216519657563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/2854607216519657563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/03/weve-got-to-save-ginny-weasley-from.html' title='We&apos;ve got to save Ginny Weasley from the Basilisk'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PafwCn_kOXI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-8417012408318510200</id><published>2010-03-17T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:57:32.262-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>When One Takes A Picture Of Oneself</title><content type='html'>Is there like a picture taking etiquette?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I happened to have a set of rules, I think this would be mine, although I'm probably guilty of breaking at least one of these rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we goo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do NOT take a picture of your eyeball and use it as a profile picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do NOT try to CONTORT your body to take a photo from a certain angle and fit your whole self into that photo, it's not pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRY not to give us a clear shot down the cleav girls, a little bit is whatever, do your thing, but really? I don't want to see your stomach through the top of your shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE if you're taking some form of mirror photo, try to keep the camera out of the shot. This is only forgivable in group photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WEAR PANTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try not to get your whole ARM in the photo, we understand that you are holding the camera, mainly because your elbow takes up 2/3 of this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...WEAR PANTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not CRY, as you take photos of yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check to make sure that whatever's in the background isn't completely embarrassing or something of the sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and again, I would like to stress, a long plaid shirt that barely covers your behind is not a dress. WEAR PANTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;signed, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-8417012408318510200?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/8417012408318510200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-one-takes-picture-of-oneself.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/8417012408318510200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/8417012408318510200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-one-takes-picture-of-oneself.html' title='When One Takes A Picture Of Oneself'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-7291193587818410437</id><published>2010-02-13T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:13:01.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook vs Twitter</title><content type='html'>I don't know if that's even a fair comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean there's a HUGE difference between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An online network of QUADRILLIONS of people with profiles, photo albums, chat, written notes, wall to write on, message sending capabilities, fan pages, groups, events, and thousands of applications to customize your Facebook experience to they way YOU want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is a place where you can find almost everyone under the age of 21 these days. This is how the youth of today talk to eachother, make friends, keep friends, stay in touch and just generally entertain themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, however, uses Facebook to get back in touch with her old grammar school friends who still live in London, and my aunts use it to say happy birthday to me when they can't make it in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook connects people in a way that feels so personal you don't realize the distances that sometimes seperate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWITTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter is a long list of updates from a list of people you should choose to follow. People can choose to share links and links to pictures.&lt;br /&gt;the max length of each "tweet" is only 140 characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of this closely resembles what is called the status update on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter is also largely used by people to follow people like celebrities and news sources, which to me seems to be the only real use for Twitter, as a news source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally have found that the only people who enjoy Twitter are people with iPhones or some sort of way to stay permanently in contact with Twitter, or else, what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in this round of Facebook v. Twitter, Facebook wins.&lt;br /&gt;Until Twitter has the amount of users that Facebook has amassed, it really won't be competition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-7291193587818410437?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7291193587818410437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/02/facebook-vs-twitter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/7291193587818410437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/7291193587818410437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/02/facebook-vs-twitter.html' title='Facebook vs Twitter'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-8181320686558418052</id><published>2010-02-10T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:11:48.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Interrupt This Broadcast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;To inform you of just what is required to write a radio drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hours and hours of thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Writing a radio drama isn't as simple as you might think. You have to come up with a story and characters that are interesting enough to entertain without visuals, that are going to be complex enough to come across many different problems episode after episode and not become repetitive. Not every story translates into a workable radio play.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;When writing a character, you have to remember that no one can see what your character looks like, walks like, or what their physical mannerisms are. You have to convey all of this audibly. If your character walks slowly, you can show this by giving them a slow, dragging low voice. If they walk rapidly, you can create a higher-pitched more scattered speech pattern. Basically, with creating a character for the radio, you really exaggerate characteristics to create a feelings that can be conveyed audibly using sound effects and dialogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;When coming up with a story, you have to leave room for progression, change, and new problems. At the same time, your story has to have elements of consistency, from familiar characters to settings and the speed at which time passes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;There are plenty of parts involved in writing a drama that are only increased in difficulty with the radio drama, but the work is well worth it and a radio drama can last anywhere from a ten minute segment to a series that will last for ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;over and out&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/6953308374733906114-8181320686558418052?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/8181320686558418052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-interrupt-this-broadcast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/8181320686558418052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/8181320686558418052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-interrupt-this-broadcast.html' title='We Interrupt This Broadcast'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-6662223914391879617</id><published>2010-02-05T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T17:06:35.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF finally makes sense.</title><content type='html'>Another long week for the CreComms.&lt;br /&gt;LOONG week.&lt;br /&gt;I mean at this point I don't have anything interesting to post on here..&lt;br /&gt;I've got bloggersblock.&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;I got a disease, the only cure.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to add that the mac and cheese has not been up to par lately in the crafé. not, up to par.&lt;br /&gt;sub par.&lt;br /&gt;below my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm slowly losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;What if I turn into&amp;nbsp; one of those crazy old people who drink like an inch of scotch like constantly. The glass never seems to empty. &lt;br /&gt;And well, I guess that's usually men.. but ignore that for now. just imagine.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Man, I can't wait to meet me in fifteen years. What a piece of work.&lt;br /&gt;This is starting to turn into one of those useless diary blogs...&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;owell, maybe that will at least be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I'll call it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Deterioration of a&amp;nbsp;Glorious Mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehn. I'm out of steam. I need CARBS and SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;to hell with you fitness! &lt;br /&gt;it's too cold out there to take extra warmth for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf Wiedersen.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-6662223914391879617?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/6662223914391879617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/02/tgif-finally-makes-sense.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/6662223914391879617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/6662223914391879617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/02/tgif-finally-makes-sense.html' title='TGIF finally makes sense.'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-4210105237276510379</id><published>2010-01-29T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:54:36.409-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musical'/><title type='text'>Speaking of Musicals...</title><content type='html'>Here's one that I did one year with a couple friends.&lt;br /&gt;Musicals are fantastic, can you blame us for wanting to be a part of the magic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u0wreBwPEcs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u0wreBwPEcs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-4210105237276510379?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4210105237276510379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/01/speaking-of-musicals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/4210105237276510379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/4210105237276510379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/01/speaking-of-musicals.html' title='Speaking of Musicals...'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-6135406693285661103</id><published>2010-01-20T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T07:01:44.482-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In The Chamber'/><title type='text'>Enter The Chamber At Your Own Risk</title><content type='html'>Friday night, there's a slight chill outside as sixty-something CreComm students enter the Rachel Browne Theatre for a night of entertainment. Little did they know what they were in for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, the&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;In The Chamber &lt;/em&gt;series put out a show called &lt;em&gt;Last Men&lt;/em&gt;. The show consisted of two pieces, the first, called &lt;em&gt;The Last Man in Krakendorf, &lt;/em&gt;and the second, &lt;em&gt;The Last Man in Puntarenas. &lt;/em&gt;Both pieces were one man performances, centered&amp;nbsp;around men having an identity crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;show begins&amp;nbsp;with a peculiar and seemingly completely unrelated scene as we witness a couple in bed&amp;nbsp;fighting over the covers which leads into one of the most awkward handjob scenes I could fathom. After about a minute and a&amp;nbsp;half the "woman" exits the room and we see actor Steven Ratzlaff fighting a disembodied voice as he screams from the bed that he still has chaos in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first play starred Gordon Tanner as a frustrated businessman as he works through confused feelings talking to a video camera. Tanner's character is going to send this video to his boss if he doesn't get arrested first and so the entire time he battles between not bothering to finish recording, and finishing in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanner delivers a passionate speech about the treatment of hogs on hog farms and about the business system in general, presenting us with the idea of a new and old system. Both systems consisted of sections, the old system; Who Fucked Up? You Fucked Up. You're Fired. and the new system consisted mainly of we all fucked up together, why did we all fuck up together, and what did you do to cause us all to fuck up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another idea that Tanner offers us is one that his character claims to be the drive behind human error, it seemed like a good idea at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both funny points and well explained, however, after this point in the play Tanner slowly lost my attention.&lt;br /&gt;In a well acted and interesting performance Tanner's energy doesn't let down once, but one can only take so much. The entire play was a monologue and after a while begins to sound preachy. I think it definitely could've been a little bit shorter and it would've been more successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second performance starred Steven Ratzlaff, and to be totally honest that's probably the most I can tell you. Ratzlaff as well delivers a well acted monologue.. that seems to never end. He gets into terms far too complicated to continue to hold the attention of the average audience member. Ratzlaff is giving a speech to collegues at a sort of dinner party and can't seem to stay on topic or within the boundaries of typical politeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratzlaff talks about the loss of his son, as well as his wife leaving him and their relationship's deterioration. He talks, well, a lot really, and by the end of it all I wasn't really sure what exactly to take away from what I'd seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both actors did a superb job performing, and their energy was fantastic, you could feel their words as they spoke, however, their words began to lose effect as we drew closer to an hour in each monologue. I wasn't a huge fan of the production, but I would have to say I would see those guys act in another play anyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-6135406693285661103?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/6135406693285661103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/01/enter-chamber-at-your-own-risk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/6135406693285661103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/6135406693285661103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/01/enter-chamber-at-your-own-risk.html' title='Enter The Chamber At Your Own Risk'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-2804505097113718400</id><published>2010-01-17T15:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:15:27.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm Predictable.</title><content type='html'>But I can't help but be excited for the upcoming Sex and the City sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially as I'm sitting watching the original SATC movie you can't help but love the four girls in their never ending quest for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-im-predictable.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/2804505097113718400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/2804505097113718400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-im-predictable.html' title='So I&apos;m Predictable.'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-4417417090639496282</id><published>2010-01-08T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:04:47.812-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pseudo-event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberty Bell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Public Relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taco Bell'/><title type='text'>April Fools' from Taco Bell</title><content type='html'>After spending some time researching what one would call the pseudo-event, I have realized that I don't know what to believe anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pseudo-event in a nutshell is an event or stunt put on for the sole purpose of promoting something or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say that from what I've seen so far in this field, Taco Bell seems to know what to do to get the public's eyes on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 1st, 1996, Taco Bell placed full page ads in 6 major American newspapers announcing that they had purchased the Liberty Bell renaming it the Taco Liberty Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ad read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taco Bell Buys The Liberty Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to help the national debt, Taco Bell is pleased to announce that we have agreed to purchase the Liberty Bell, one of our country’s most historic treasures. It will now be called the “Taco Liberty Bell” and will still be accessible to the American public for viewing. While some may find this controversial, we hope our move will prompt other corporations to take similar action to do their part to reduce the country’s debt. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;In a press release, Taco Bell claimed that the bell would be dividing its time between Philadelphia and the Taco Bell headquarters in Irvine. Taco Bell compared their purchase to adoption of highways by corporations. Taco Bell's arguement was that they were “going one step further by purchasing one of the country’s greatest historic treasures.” The company continued, “Taco Bell’s heritage and imagery have revolved around the symbolism of the bell. Now we’ve got the crown jewel of bells.” &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Later that day after being "hammered" by phone calls, the company issued a second press release admitting to the huge hoax and instead saying that they were donating 50,000 dollars towards the upkeep of the bell. According to Taco Bell’s marketing department, their sales increased by over half-a-million dollars during the week of April 1st, compared to the week before. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Success? I think so. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;This isn't the only prank Taco bell has pulled. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aboutpublicrelations.net/tacobell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://aboutpublicrelations.net/tacobell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;You can read&amp;nbsp;about this&amp;nbsp;prank&amp;nbsp;that Taco Bell&amp;nbsp;pulled in 2001 &lt;a href="http://freebies.about.com/cs/foodfreebies/l/bltacobell.htm"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Crafty buggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-4417417090639496282?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4417417090639496282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/01/april-fools-from-taco-bell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/4417417090639496282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/4417417090639496282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2010/01/april-fools-from-taco-bell.html' title='April Fools&apos; from Taco Bell'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-8198658285967070506</id><published>2009-12-30T18:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:03:00.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dane Cook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cry'/><title type='text'>"Let It Out Wet Head."</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to tell you, bad days happen, sometimes often.&lt;br /&gt;I broke another mirror this week, I think I almost sat down right there and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's something about a bad day that makes you remember to appreciate the good days. &lt;br /&gt;So maybe bad days aren't all that bad? I think they're a necessary evil, and maybe that might make it a little easier to get through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AVrW3zat2To?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AVrW3zat2To?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he hits home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-8198658285967070506?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/8198658285967070506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-day-join-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/8198658285967070506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/8198658285967070506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-day-join-club.html' title='&quot;Let It Out Wet Head.&quot;'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-1706651422464247981</id><published>2009-12-30T17:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:38:25.798-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Jingle Bells, Batman Smells</title><content type='html'>Robin layed an egg, batmobile lost a wheel and joker took ballet, HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bother to give you the second verse, seeing as it's just plain vulgar, and it hasn't been considered cute for me to say certain things since around twelve years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, my friends is a list of the things I&amp;nbsp;was most looking forward to this winter break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Learning how to sleep again without waking up periodically to make sure that I don't have homework I've forgotten about, and that I haven't over slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks, The Squeakquel! How exciting! everyone's favourite animated rodents hit the big screen again for what sure to be another gem of a movie! plus I get to put in my Alvin christmas CD which has mysteriously gone missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Road trips with good friends. It's been a while since there's been spare time, I for one intend to catch up with friends and spend some time just being stupid. It's refreshing some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Food! Already I've managed to destroy batch number one of shortbread cookies of the season. I urge you all, bake, fry, boil, grill, anything!!! Just take advantage of the holiday excuse and eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be quite honest, these are the things that turned my break into a holiday. 'Tis the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to work back into the mature world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-1706651422464247981?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/1706651422464247981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/12/jingle-bells-batman-smells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/1706651422464247981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/1706651422464247981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/12/jingle-bells-batman-smells.html' title='Jingle Bells, Batman Smells'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-4057771208975051507</id><published>2009-12-11T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:58:19.448-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H1N1'/><title type='text'>What's the 411 with the H1N1 ?!</title><content type='html'>A third Manitoban has died of H1N1 this week, bringing Manitoba’s death toll up to ten. The latest death comes as the last of Winnipeg’s mass immunization clinics are preparing to close their doors leaving many Manitobans unvaccinated, and still vulnerable to the deadly disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registered Nurse Practitioner, Julie Hesketh, of the Carman Public Health Unit, says that after the seemingly H1N1 caused death of a young boy in Toronto, Manitobans were in a panic to get vaccinated. “We didn’t get nearly the amount of vaccine that was expected. In an area that has 6000 to 8000 people we only had enough vaccine for 200 doses in the first two weeks. We could only give it to people on the priority list, but everyone wanted it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The virus has continued to circulate throughout the province, with 1,697 more confirmed cases since this spring, a total of 2589 since April. Health officials are saying that lab-confirmed cases do not reflect the actual number of people in the province who may have the virus.  Officials add that despite good levels of vaccination in the province, the virus should still be taken very seriously and that people who still want the vaccine should go and get the shot. Fifteen serious negative reactions to the H1N1 vaccine have been reported to the Public Health Agency of Canada and are being investigated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WRHA is working with schools to offer the H1N1 vaccine at post-secondary institutions in the province. The University of Manitoba has been home to a public mass distribution clinic for the Fort Garry area.  The University of Winnipeg held a clinic on Dec. 2, Red River College held one on Dec. 1 at its Notre Dame Campus and on Dec. 4 at the Princess Street Campus. Holding the clinics in schools has been a motivator for students to get immunized. “I only went to get it because they basically brought it right to me,” says Jesse Arnason, a Red River College student currently attending classes at the Notre Dame Campus, “I’m from out of town, and I wasn’t going to make a special trip to get the shot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hype over the vaccinations dying down, holding clinics at schools has brought out much higher numbers of students who otherwise wouldn’t be getting the vaccine. “Most people that came back were older adults who had been turned away in the first few weeks,” Hesketh explains.  “There’s a gap with older teens and young adults who aren’t getting vaccinated. Putting clinics in schools has helped to reach that gap.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesketh feels that there is still reason to be vaccinated. “Among the people in the province who aren’t vaccinated, 50 per cent are without H1N1, and they aren’t even sure if they’ve had a mild case or not.”&lt;br /&gt;While Hesketh believes all Manitobans should receive the vaccine, she is confident that shutting down mass clinics is a step in the right direction. “The vaccine is delivered in bottles with 10-15 doses per bottle,” says Hesketh, “each bottle costs 700 dollars and is only good for 24 hours. It’s a waste of medicine for us to stock that much vaccine only to have one or two people come in per day. We’ve gotten past that stage in the plan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the pending closure of the city’s mass immunization clinics, Hesketh remains confident that all Manitobans who want the vaccine will be able to get it. “It’s going to be a little less convenient for some people, but in the end everyone who needs it is going to get it.” She says, “It’s going to be a challenge to prevent any more deaths, but we’re taking it step by step.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-4057771208975051507?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4057771208975051507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-411-with-h1n1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/4057771208975051507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/4057771208975051507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-411-with-h1n1.html' title='What&apos;s the 411 with the H1N1 ?!'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-177665654963048743</id><published>2009-12-02T13:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:13:33.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turbo Jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Yes, they really do come up with this stuff.</title><content type='html'>EODD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me my friends, as we learn a little bit about how ridiculous people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat typing vigorously on my laptop, intent on replying to every notification on my facebook, when I was rudely interuppted by those mythical things called pop-ups. This pop-up just so happened to be a video of something called the &lt;em&gt;Every Other Day Diet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HMMMM" I thought as i said to myself. "self, this seems like it might be watchable. It's a video, and this guy's voice is kind of relaxing, maybe I'll just leave it on in the background."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, it sucked me in. What on earth could an every other day diet be? well I certainly found out. In the EODD you eat as much as you want, of anything you want for an entire day. But the next day, you don't get to eat anything at all. Only water, with flavoured water for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intriguing, I thought. I don't think I could handle fasting for an entire day, but maybe&amp;nbsp;it works? So, I googled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google found me some answers, particularily &lt;a href="http://thegreatfitnessexperiment.blogspot.com/2008/09/failed-experiment-every-other-day-diet.html"&gt;The Great Fitness Experiment&lt;/a&gt; Blog. Where Charlotte Hilton Andersen talks about her dealings with fitness and diets. The EODD proved to be an epic FAIL, epic my friends. She ended up gaining weight after a week of starvation and binge eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to&amp;nbsp;cross that&amp;nbsp;diet off of my list. Maybe for now I'll just stick to&amp;nbsp;moderation and sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Cue 20 minutes of Turbo Jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep trying the old fashion way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xJ0T-eZ_xhY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xJ0T-eZ_xhY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-177665654963048743?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/177665654963048743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-they-really-do-come-up-with-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/177665654963048743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/177665654963048743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-they-really-do-come-up-with-this.html' title='Yes, they really do come up with this stuff.'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-1799576810232487417</id><published>2009-11-28T04:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:40:01.525-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><title type='text'>Twitter / Twih-Turr / noun</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;def.&lt;/em&gt; 1. A free social networking and micro-blogging service that enables its users to send and read messages known as tweets.&lt;br /&gt;2. What's Happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter and I have been forced to co-exist with one another, and I have to say I still don't get what the fuss is about. I think what's left out of the definition, is that you must have a Twitter friendly phone in order to really benefit from Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it might take some time before I find some&amp;nbsp;benefits of Twitter to talk about!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-1799576810232487417?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/1799576810232487417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/11/twitter-twih-turr-noun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/1799576810232487417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/1799576810232487417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/11/twitter-twih-turr-noun.html' title='Twitter / Twih-Turr / noun'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-8077352862079248068</id><published>2009-11-24T18:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:09:47.277-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muppets'/><title type='text'>Bohemian Muppets, Video Conferencing is Counterproductive.</title><content type='html'>So for the anniversary of Freddie Mercury's passing,someone intelligent came up with an idea.&lt;br /&gt;And since Queen and Sesame street are two things often found together this just seems natural... &lt;br /&gt;Promise me that you'll stick it out until the end!&lt;br /&gt;This video is a progression of greatness right up until the very end.&lt;br /&gt;A true classic, especially for any Muppet fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgbNymZ7vqY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-8077352862079248068?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/8077352862079248068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/11/bohemian-muppets-video-conferencing-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/8077352862079248068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/8077352862079248068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/11/bohemian-muppets-video-conferencing-is.html' title='Bohemian Muppets, Video Conferencing is Counterproductive.'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-966598869460373372</id><published>2009-11-20T16:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:20:59.201-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandwich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ode'/><title type='text'>Ode to the Sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/SwcftpfLlXI/AAAAAAAAACA/Rzd5e0sPfjg/s1600/sandwiches.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/SwcftpfLlXI/AAAAAAAAACA/Rzd5e0sPfjg/s320/sandwiches.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I believe, that the sandwich is the most versatile thing on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;And today I've been inspired by my lunch, to stop and pay tribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be cheese between two slices of bread, or ice cream between two soft chewy cookies, the sandwich never fails to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very flexible, endlessly customizable and consistently delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Named for the ambitious Earl of Sandwich, this classic was born when the Earl simply called for meat between two slices of bread, and a new era was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I raise a glass to you, sandwiches of all kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rock, don't ever change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-966598869460373372?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/966598869460373372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/11/ode-to-sandwich.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/966598869460373372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/966598869460373372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/11/ode-to-sandwich.html' title='Ode to the Sandwich'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/SwcftpfLlXI/AAAAAAAAACA/Rzd5e0sPfjg/s72-c/sandwiches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-6432135387503663983</id><published>2009-11-19T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:22:35.019-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Renovations Are Only Fun In Theory</title><content type='html'>Or at least if you aren't the one doing all the work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to remodel my blog a little bit, try to make it a little easier on the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm speaking in html codes tomorrow it's not intentional. I've just been staring at this screen for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else, just on a side note, the world has a cruel sense of irony.&lt;br /&gt;As Mike Holmes would say, MAKE IT RIGHT! that's directed at you cruel universe. you.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. fo realz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/SwYnOiSK4aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/epwHNs7Et4s/s1600/holmes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/SwYnOiSK4aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/epwHNs7Et4s/s320/holmes.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-6432135387503663983?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/6432135387503663983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/11/renovations-are-only-fun-in-theory.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/6432135387503663983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/6432135387503663983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/11/renovations-are-only-fun-in-theory.html' title='Renovations Are Only Fun In Theory'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/SwYnOiSK4aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/epwHNs7Et4s/s72-c/holmes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-4864755640599813908</id><published>2009-11-13T13:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:26:43.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe. Just Maybe, Guys Have A Point.</title><content type='html'>WARNING: This one's for the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I know it's hard to believe, but maybe guys have some serious insight when it comes to finding ways to spend time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, we're so stressed! We worry about everything!!! It's kind of true! And then guys talk about how we get angry so easily, we're so irritable etc. Well why is it that guys aren't irritable?! What makes them so laid back?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a shout out to &lt;a href="http://kiran-livelove.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kiran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe, guys take more time out of their average day just to do something they enjoy.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Rock Band for the first time the other day, and as I sat there beating away at the drums (badly might I add) I said to my friend "Why don't we do this more often?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls tend to be a little hard on guys, escpecially when they sit around watching tv, playing video games, watching "gross mindless" youtube videos and other seemingly pointless things. But, maybe instead of giving them a hard time, we should be taking more time out for ourselves too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most guys that I know have some sort of hobby that doesn't really seem productive, or useful in any way. Girls we know we all have hobbies just like this, but why don't we indulge in them the way that guys do? Why don't we watch friends reruns for 3 hours straight? (or whaatevver floats your boat!). Maybe you'd rather have a spa night, why don't you?! I don't know why we don't, maybe it's a vicious circle, we stress, so we're too stressed to relax, so we just get more stressed? Maybe it's time we forced ourselves to do something just for us, purely for our own enjoyment... and I don't mean go to the gym, cause let's face it, that's productive... but more like buckle down and play a video game, or listen to music and paint your nails, just something for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what every girl likes to do with her spare..ish time, but maybe we wouldn't be so hard on guys if we took a page out of their book, be a little selfish for a couple hours, you're allowed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-4864755640599813908?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4864755640599813908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-just-maybe-guys-have-point.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/4864755640599813908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/4864755640599813908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/11/maybe-just-maybe-guys-have-point.html' title='Maybe. Just Maybe, Guys Have A Point.'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-1230809098755851058</id><published>2009-11-01T17:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:41:42.803-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grinch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>An Inspiring Flash of PURE Brilliance!</title><content type='html'>So today I was thinking to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Self, I would like to reach out and read some blogs from the other sections, let's try and make some friends."&lt;br /&gt;So me, myself and I, collectively sat down to explore the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;The take-off point? &lt;a href="http://kentonsinfotainmentscan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kenton's blog&lt;/a&gt;, he seems to have absolutely everyone's blog on there so I figured why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I scrolled through the masses and opened the ones with interesting post titles in a new tab, feeling brave, I also scrolled right on through the Ad majors' blogs as well (I hope I used that apostrophe right Petty!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across one blog, &lt;a href="http://jvall.wordpress.com/"&gt;Just Jeffrey&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;with very interesting subject matter, The Grinch!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;?!?!?!?! "Wait a minute," I thought, "What on EARTH is someone blogging about the grinch for around Halloween?! Isn't that the wrong holiday?!" So out of my intense interest I clicked on that link ..and my mind was blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jvall.wordpress.com/2009/10/31/how-the-grinch-got-his-groove-back/"&gt;A Halloween Version of How The Grinch Stole Christmas?!?!?!?!?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BEAUTIFUL, GLORIOUS" I thought loudly. And I won't ruin it for you, but really, give it a listen. It'll do itself justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my opinion really doesn't count for much, but I applaud you ad majors, applaud you, with a standing ovation. You inspired me today to be creative.. or at least to&amp;nbsp;try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you 'Just Jeffrey', you're kind of awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-1230809098755851058?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/1230809098755851058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/11/inspiring-flash-of-pure-brilliance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/1230809098755851058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/1230809098755851058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/11/inspiring-flash-of-pure-brilliance.html' title='An Inspiring Flash of PURE Brilliance!'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-6499033828886259349</id><published>2009-10-27T11:45:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:41:27.621-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='five'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>STOP THAT! Before you rip ALL your hair out.!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/Sucee970WvI/AAAAAAAAABo/pcNhEm_bu0s/s1600-h/shake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/Sucee970WvI/AAAAAAAAABo/pcNhEm_bu0s/s320/shake.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what I want to write about!"&lt;br /&gt;A phrase over used by many bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to come up with a topic for our blogs? Inspiration is kinda hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;A blog is&amp;nbsp;sometimes&amp;nbsp;called&amp;nbsp;an online diary, let's face it, anyone who keeps a diary, wouldn't likely post it on the internet without some alterations. We do try for some entertainment value, or at least educational purpose, so sometimes it can be REALLY hard to come up with ideas.&lt;br /&gt;When we write blogs, most people have a subconscious filter that stops&amp;nbsp;them from writing things embarrassing, incriminating, or just plain stupid. ..Because really now, do any of us really want to write bad things about ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list, &lt;a href="http://list-five.blogspot.com/"&gt;Glenda&lt;/a&gt; style, of things I've learned about coming up with a topic to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ONE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, under any circumstances, GOOGLE for a post idea. Not only will you find a big fat load of nothing, do you really think you're the first person to Google for a blog idea? If it's out there on Google, it's been done to death, and chances are it's been done a lot better than you are gonna do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Read other blogs!! If you read other blogs, you can figure out what sort of topics you like and don't like reading about, it will help a lot when deciding what to write about. You can get a sense for what your style is and what is appealing to you when it comes to reading. If you really know your posting style, the ideas will fall into place. You can take something and mold it if you know what you want your end result feel like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THREE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Let your mind wander, sans restraint! You might find that you've begun to think about what you want for dinner instead of blog post ideas, but that's how you get ideas! When you think of something and it interests you enough to say 'Hey, I wonder..' post about it! If you find yourself thinking about something excessively, make your internal conversation into a blog! Don't be afraid to think out loud on your blog. Sometimes your posts may take you in a direction you weren't intending on going in, and it might surprise you to see just what your mind comes up with.&amp;nbsp;If it doesn't fit with your theme now, fit it in later, alter it after you've written it!&amp;nbsp;Never fear! You can always go back and edit, so don't put too many boundaries on a post! You make the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's TRUE! If you REALLY don't have anything to blog about, (you're drawing a blank, your mental state at this point is not good, and you have hit delete over 400 times on&amp;nbsp;the first&amp;nbsp;line) STOP TRYING! Guaranteed the minute you give up,&amp;nbsp;a trillion ideas will bombard your brain center. DON'T&amp;nbsp;NOT blog about something because you think other people will find it silly! You'll miss out on a lot or great ideas if you censor them too much. be natural about your blogging. so if something strikes you randomly, write it down for later, don't let ideas get away! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A great teacher I once had told me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Ideas are like fireworks,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;because it's like&amp;nbsp;there's a great big explosion of light when they first hit you but they disappear so quickly, and then you don't remember them at all, just the fact that they were great, and now&amp;nbsp;they're gone. So don't force it, let it happen, and when it does, WRITE IT DOWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't make blogging a chore. If you have to write a blog for say, a class of some sort.. don't make it a chore! Make it a habit! If you try to force a blog theme, or a post, it's not going to work, and everyone can tell. If your blog feels like a chore, change your theme, change your layout &lt;strong&gt;INSPIRE&lt;/strong&gt; yourself! Everyone has thoughts, opinions, experiences; make your blog an extension of you! You won't ever have a shortage of ideas ten minutes before you have to post, as long as your blog is something you enjoy writing and feel truly connected to. There are things everyday that inspire me in some way, and there are things that drive me bazonkers that I'm really tired of and I choose to write about them. I don't feel strongly about every single one of my posts, but they can't all be golden, or else none of them would be! If you feel passionate about your blog, post ideas&amp;nbsp;will come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/SuclW4_aLqI/AAAAAAAAABw/XnNSE2TZ598/s1600-h/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/SuclW4_aLqI/AAAAAAAAABw/XnNSE2TZ598/s320/blog.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Blog on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;May the force be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-6499033828886259349?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/6499033828886259349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/10/stop-that-before-you-rip-all-your-hair.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/6499033828886259349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/6499033828886259349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/10/stop-that-before-you-rip-all-your-hair.html' title='STOP THAT! Before you rip ALL your hair out.!!'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/Sucee970WvI/AAAAAAAAABo/pcNhEm_bu0s/s72-c/shake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-697763902161614163</id><published>2009-10-23T15:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:03:08.849-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costumes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Pumpkins, Thriller and Costumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/SucLPR6KbCI/AAAAAAAAABg/8ouf6CQefS4/s320/halloween.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the point?&lt;br /&gt;Without Trick-or-Treating.&lt;br /&gt;After the age of candies, ghouls and goblins, why do we still enjoy Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;I think that even though we get older, we still enjoy a good game of dress-up. ESPECIALLY when everyone we know is playing along with us. Every year we toss and turn and stay up all night thinking about what we're going to be this year! &lt;br /&gt;A witch? no too stereotypical.&lt;br /&gt;A black cat? that is soooo predictable.&lt;br /&gt;A bag of jellybeans?...hmm.. nah come on now, I can't see you wearing that to college parties.&lt;br /&gt;WE spend tons of time coming up with the perfect idea, only to have to be able to follow it up with a great costume so that we aren't answering the question "What ARE you?" over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me but I'm certainly not tired of Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not against having a day to wear a costume either!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-697763902161614163?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/697763902161614163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/697763902161614163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/697763902161614163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html' title='Pumpkins, Thriller and Costumes'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/SucLPR6KbCI/AAAAAAAAABg/8ouf6CQefS4/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-917599009931247971</id><published>2009-10-14T12:21:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:16:37.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frozen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fresh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beware'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buyer'/><title type='text'>Buyers Beware!</title><content type='html'>Consumers be scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/StanMUaK0VI/AAAAAAAAABY/0iegY2EnVAA/s1600-h/DSCF3953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/StanMUaK0VI/AAAAAAAAABY/0iegY2EnVAA/s320/DSCF3953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392681433901486418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is part of an assignment in advertising class. We have been asked to post our findings after some very intriguing research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much are we really thinking about what we eat everyday?&lt;br /&gt;I know that I try to put in some thought, but I'm really not thinking about it as much as I would like to say I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO my buyer beware team decided to find out if frozen or fresh foods would be more beneficial to us average students, based on the following four criteria; price, taste, health, and convenience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We surveyed 80 students to find out what's the most important thing on their minds when shopping for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked students to rank food,price, taste and health in order of importance with 1 being the most and 4 being the least important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste came in 1st with 53% of the number one votes!&lt;br /&gt;Price pulled second with a solid 30%&lt;br /&gt;Health came in third with 11%&lt;br /&gt;and convenience ranked last with only 6%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were surprised with the results of our surveys, as we were expecting price to rank number one, seeing as a large amount of students are living on a budget and what not. We had also expected convenience to pull more than 6% of the number one votes, we thought that with students being so busy that time efficient meals would be more of a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also held a taste test to find out if students preferred fresh or frozen meals.&lt;br /&gt;Our test consisted of a homemade vegetable lasagna, a frozen vegetable lasagna which was Bassili's Best 6 Vegetable Lasagna, homemade chicken alfredo, and frozen chicken alfredo which was Stouffer's Skillet Sensations Chicken Alfredo. Our frozen entrées were chosen because they were marked with the Heart and Stroke Foundation's Health Check and were the cheapest choices with that mark. Students were not aware that one of the dishes was frozen, however most were asking after they had tried both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of that test threw us for a bit of a loop. While the homemade lasagna beat the frozen on by an overwhelming amount of the vote (76%), the homemade chicken alfredo lost to the frozen alfredo only capturing 47% of the votes. We had fully expected our homemade versions to win both taste tests, which may have just been our egos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results showed us that good frozen dinners could be purchased at a decent price and tasted, in some cases, better than the homemade alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us a long time to prepare both of these meals, and even though we were making double than both recipes called for, our times would not have been cut down by much. The homemade lasagna for example required a good half hour to prep and put together as well as another half an hour in the oven. This was with five people cooking it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were slightly surprised with some of the ingredients in frozen dinners. It's important to know what you're eating when you buy a frozen dinner as we found out some actually contained preservatives and chemicals EXTREMELY bad for you in larger doses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt that the answer to our question of fresh or frozen could be broken down to answer for each person's individual needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're looking for a cheap meal..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reccommend purchasing frozen dinners, they are actually less expensive than making them at home in most cases and they won't rot or go bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're looking to stay healthy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should probably opt for more home cooked meals. You have much more control over the amount of fats and unhealthy things in your food when you prepare it, as well as you lose a ton of preservatives and chemicals. Healthy options are available in frozen foods, but a healthy frozen dinner doesn't necessarily measure up. If you find you can't help throwing in too much butter when you cook, there are good frozen dinners out there if you look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're looking for a time saver...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best is probably a frozen dinner. They're quick, and require very little attention and effort to cook! However if you really want to eat homecooked, prepare a meal like a lasagna on sunday night, it keeps well and will last you a while and even though it might take some time on Sunday, it won't take any on Monday, or Tuesday, or Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're just looking for the best tasting meal out there...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all up to you. Some people prefer the taste of a frozen meal, and some people prefer home cooking. If you're not the best chef, there's definitely a frozen dinner out there for you. If you are a good chef, we say take the plunge and go for it at home! You can also control how your food tastes when you cook it and can alter things to the way you'd like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're looking for a good time..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;But really, we had a great time cooking together and it can be a fun way to spend time with your roommates or to get that lazy boyfriend to do some cooking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-917599009931247971?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/917599009931247971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/10/buyers-beware.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/917599009931247971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/917599009931247971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/10/buyers-beware.html' title='Buyers Beware!'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/StanMUaK0VI/AAAAAAAAABY/0iegY2EnVAA/s72-c/DSCF3953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-7213201919351462348</id><published>2009-10-08T23:37:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:04:57.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Mary-Kate and Ashley were on to something..</title><content type='html'>There's just something about a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the ones that take you away on a complete vacation of the mind. Those movies with those nice scenic shots lasting a good ten seconds that make you feel like you've transported to another place. I LIVE for those movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is it about these movies that really gets us hooked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the soft yellow tinge of lighting cast over the scene to enhance a sunny setting?Is it the light hearted music that plays in the background trying to spirit us away?&lt;br /&gt;I think the truth is that sometimes, we really just want an escape from our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A movie is like a cheap, although short, escape from reality.&lt;br /&gt;You're offered another life, you can imagine you're someone else, living in different circumstances, experiencing things that you might never really get to experience. AND you get to choose your own adventure... feeling romantic girls? How about Under the Tuscan Sun? The Holiday? you can choose what you want to feel almost down to the last detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this isn't to say that you have to hate your life to enjoy a good movie, it's just that sometimes, we need the thrill of an action movie, or we need the excitement of watching someone race against time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching the Olsen twins travel the world, and how it left me feeling like I'd been on vacation. It's inspiring watching a good movie that makes you feel a little something for life. Sometimes, we all need a little getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to go watch Passport to Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/StIrC1zUZuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/36MwHjFiaeQ/s1600-h/MKA+paper+bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/StIrC1zUZuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/36MwHjFiaeQ/s320/MKA+paper+bags.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391419031717963490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-7213201919351462348?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7213201919351462348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/10/mary-kate-and-ashley-were-on-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/7213201919351462348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/7213201919351462348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/10/mary-kate-and-ashley-were-on-to.html' title='Mary-Kate and Ashley were on to something..'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/StIrC1zUZuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/36MwHjFiaeQ/s72-c/MKA+paper+bags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-3858139597370901458</id><published>2009-09-22T20:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:03:39.195-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Dear Lil' Wayne, I Hate You.</title><content type='html'>..But you aren't the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you T-Pain, I hate you Pussycat Dolls, I hate you "Flo Rida".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently a victim of the war on music.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, allow me to be more specific, the war on LYRICS. It is crucial that I say lyrics and not music, because for the most part, there is always a genre of music blossoming, and there are great musicians to be found... LYRICS however, in my opinion, not so common these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top 40 is primarily listened to by youth, so what is it these days with the amount of profanity in songs?!?!? I mean I won't pretend that I don't say a few choice words, but EVERY SECOND WORD is crude, rude, or plain old profane! Not only is this in, say, hip-hop, it's in bubble gum pop music and pretty much everything else you can think of. I mean there's a time and place for it, but do we really need it in every song on the airwaves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why when people ask me, "WHY do you listen to 90's music all the time?!" I simply press play and pass them a headphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURE, I mean music is growing and changing, but since when does that mean that we have to forget about some sort of decency.? at least in the nineties boy bands' lyrics skirted around the fact that they were trying to pick up chicks (with the exception of *NSYNC's Lance Bass). Nowadays, we're straight up refering to women as garden tools..? so much for progress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer back in the day when B4-4 wanted to "set your spirit free" as opposed to some wannabe gangsta talking about how he's gonna "superman that hoe". what in the world..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time anyone listened to a good solid B4-4 song anyways? Girls, when was the last time you listened to a rap song and thought, "wow, he said some really nice things about women!" ..try never. okay MAYBE one time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, my point here I guess is that it's just so wrong that these are the things that little kids are growing up on. I had Spice Girls, Backstreet Boys, All Saints,TLC, 98 degrees and *NSYNC, arguably some of the best boy and girl bands ever, with wholesome lyrics, true bubblegum stuff people. Kids now have the Jonas Brothers and Miley Cyrus? We had old Britney, They have new Britney. I feel like this wave of kids is being totally ripped off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so wrong for someone to make a wholesome song these days? Are poor grammar, bad pronounciation, and lack of vocabulary signs of a great lyricist? Don't give up though, wit is stil alive and fighting in the mainstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for a music revolution. They say everything cycles back around again, well, let's bring back the nineties. You might say I'm stuck in the past, but what's so wrong with that? When something gives me cause to look forward, I will, until then I reserve the right to hate lame, derogatory music and miss old pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the negative undertones in this post, this was actually rather inspiring to think about. I recently spent a good day looking for old music that I missed or that made me feel good, and deleting stuff I had (simply because it was a popular party song) that I didn't even really like! I am re-inspired to take time out to maintain my music library because it really does affect how I feel daily and it's totally worth taking some time out to clean out your song closet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a dirty song from 2001 from me to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lWFb8bzuKCY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lWFb8bzuKCY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-3858139597370901458?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/3858139597370901458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-lil-wayne-i-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/3858139597370901458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/3858139597370901458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-lil-wayne-i-hate-you.html' title='Dear Lil&apos; Wayne, I Hate You.'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-8308757378207074518</id><published>2009-09-13T23:58:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:42:42.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Eyed Peas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oprah'/><title type='text'>The Dance Disease is Contagious!!!!</title><content type='html'>Just to inject a little happiness :) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video from Oprah's 2009 Street Festival in Chicago&lt;br /&gt;800 of these people were taught this dance.. if you watch closely after a while the people outside of the gates start to join in and then it just continues to spread! Like a dance infection! The dancing crowd is actually inspired by the flash mobs that have been showing up in random places like subways. This forsure makes my &lt;strong&gt;inspired&lt;/strong&gt; column, what a great way to get people involved in a performance! And who could've anticipated everyone else catching on?! I definitely recommend watching this video! It just REEKS of positivity :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QnJ49hv5Rho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QnJ49hv5Rho&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-8308757378207074518?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/8308757378207074518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/09/dance-disease-is-contagious.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/8308757378207074518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/8308757378207074518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/09/dance-disease-is-contagious.html' title='The Dance Disease is Contagious!!!!'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-5831973548017331452</id><published>2009-09-12T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:34:26.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in... the real world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dun dun DUNNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "real" world. What in the flipping heck is that supposed to mean? Everything before my high school graduation is moot? I didn't exist before 18? My life has been one HUGE staged event and I'm about to become a real sequel to "The Truman Show"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO they say, in the real world, people aren't always nice, life isn't fair, and bad things happen to good people. They say that no one cares if you succeed or not, and no one is going to push you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what high schools "they" went to, but maybe it's time to re-evaluate this whole real world deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, kids will devote time and effort to ruining eachother's lives and they will stop at nothing. Now, I don't know if it's just me, but between having someone try desperately to make sure I cry myself to sleep every night, or feel complete apathy towards me... I think I might opt for the latter.&lt;br /&gt;If you've got no one who cares if you succeed in life, you have a sad existence dear friends. I hope that each and every person has SOMEONE to care if they succeed or at least who would save them if they ran off to join a cult. We all need someone to care if we sink or swim, whether it be a parent, friend, significant other, we need someone. ...however...&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't need someone else to be your motivation, you should be your motivation. You're worth the hard work, so WORK HARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I must say I'm not feeling like I've missed to much on the whole real world front. This seems pretty legit to me...&lt;br /&gt;OH! life experience you say?&lt;br /&gt;"you're only 18, how do you know anything about life after high school"&lt;br /&gt;well hmm, maybe just because I was in high school doesn't mean I was a mindless conformer for years, walking around with a severe case of tunnel vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a class filled with grade ten students, I have heard words of wisdom on topics like; abortion, assisted suicide, drugs, and world issues, that have been extremely insightful. There are full grown adults in the world who have no idea about half the topics that these young adults were tackling with inspiring passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where this idea that to experience life you had to be a certain age came from, but I completely and wholeheartedly believe that there is nothing more real than the experiences of high school. The extremes, are extreme, and sometimes these kids are dealing with things that people out there in the "real world" couldn't possibly understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick and &lt;strong&gt;SO TIRED &lt;/strong&gt;of the idea that life starts AFTER graduation. Our lives are happpening now. All of my experiences have shaped who I am and I should hope that counts for something. As for the real world, who needs it? I'm perfectly happy with the world I'm in and if someone thinks for one second that work or school has anything to do with that, they are sadly mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a somewhat lighter note, since this is some sort of world where people need sleep, I'm done ranting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/SqwhQ--6q-I/AAAAAAAAABI/J1jhSt3K484/s1600-h/truman-show-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380712230469413858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/SqwhQ--6q-I/AAAAAAAAABI/J1jhSt3K484/s320/truman-show-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In case I don't see you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight!"&lt;br /&gt;- The Truman Show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-5831973548017331452?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/5831973548017331452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-in-real-world.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/5831973548017331452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/5831973548017331452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-in-real-world.html' title='Life in... the real world?'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_moDRx27daTc/SqwhQ--6q-I/AAAAAAAAABI/J1jhSt3K484/s72-c/truman-show-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-7556416278917696160</id><published>2009-09-10T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:01:53.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Poetry</title><content type='html'>Well poetry, allow me to tell you how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Using nature, in a poem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;hate thee,&lt;br /&gt;with the&lt;br /&gt;fire of a thousand suns.&lt;br /&gt;burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. creative enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't totally hate poetry.. or writing it. It's just poetry on DEMAND that drives me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;"Well hello there, how nice to see you this morning, at 8 am. Now please bare your soul for the enjoyment of others."&lt;br /&gt;"Well gee whiz teach! I'll get right on that.."&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty much how it feels at least, because let's face it, the best poems reveal something about the author. Whether it be simply their sense of humour, or something much, much... much deeper, darker and uglier. PLUS, these things take time. Poets write when they feel inspired, and their words take months, days, weeks, years, a lifetime even, to perfect, and they aren't all still guaranteed to be good. So, for me, writing a semi decent poem in fifteen minutes, on demand, not likely to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND why is it that whenever people are reading a poem, they feel the need to disect it until there's nothing left but battered words screaming "stop it! I swear I only have one meaning! there's nothing more! give up already!" sometimes something actually is what it seems! Just because I'm talking about one unique tree in a forest, doesn't mean I'm actually talking about a rebel in a crowd of conformers! I just mean to say that this tree was a unique tree, and it was in a forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite poets using inspiration to guide their hand through yet another masterpiece, I think that poetry is definitely &lt;strong&gt;tired.&lt;/strong&gt; When was the last time someone just flat out said what they meant? Stop hiding behind symbolism and people in train stations, because frankly, the people who need to read those poems, don't understand them. Stop being so darn pretentious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-7556416278917696160?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7556416278917696160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-poetry.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/7556416278917696160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/7556416278917696160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-poetry.html' title='Dear Poetry'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-6964769620907367776</id><published>2009-09-08T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:49:17.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First day jitters anyone?</title><content type='html'>You know how in movies the new girl breezes through the front doors, time almost comes to a complete stop, her hair blows in the wind (that's somehow made its way inside), and everything is slow motion. The classic new girl entrance. If only life were like that. We've all been through it, the first awkward minutes, the first class at a new school. In reality, first days rarely go quite as smoothly as they do for that girl in the movies, most of us just aren't that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting at college this year was absolutely terrifying for me, I won't lie. There are rows upon rows of people in the exact same situation, yet, somehow it feels like you're the only fish out of water. So you shuffle in hoping to go unnoticed, and you sit quietly in the first chair you can find. Safe for now. So you're sitting there, finally starting to feel okay, and that's when someone decides it's time to get up and break into groups. That's when you notice that the girl beside you is standing around looking as alone as you feel. SCORE, insta-friendship. You've found a temporary best friend and you aren't going to be separated if your life depends on it. So, you make your way through the rest of the day, somewhat easier now since you aren't quite so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you get home you barely remember those jeans you specially wore, or the pens you organized so neatly, but you definitely remember how long the day felt and how much you never, EVER, want to do it again.  We all love back to school shopping, but how many of us really love back to school? New friends are great, so are new clothes, but, I think I would prefer it if I could just send a body double for the first day or so. Once you get past that first day, we tend to forget just how awkward it was, and by the time next year rolls around, we're excited all over again. Convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'm all for new things, but I think first days are totally &lt;strong&gt;tired&lt;/strong&gt;, and I could go a longggg time without having another one.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-6964769620907367776?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/6964769620907367776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-jitters-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/6964769620907367776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/6964769620907367776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-jitters-anyone.html' title='First day jitters anyone?'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6953308374733906114.post-1441239024146193074</id><published>2009-09-08T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:49:43.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name Game..</title><content type='html'>I don't think that there's anything as easy or as hard as coming up with an idea for a blog. Let's face it, we all rant. ALL of us. Whether it be in person to our best friend or to our online diaries, we do it. Now one day you may be sitting and decide you want to start a blog to vent about the events of your day or whatever it may be. When you decide to start this blog, your blog generator is going to ask you for a title. GOOD LUCK, you might as well give up on originality now. Anything you find remotely witty or charming, someone else thought of 2.2 seconds before you. Your best bet is to start picking out your number combination to add on now. There's nothing worse than having the perfect title picked out, typing it into the "availability checker" and having it pop up saying basically "SORRY, you were too slow, someone else thought of that already and now you are screwwwed". so instead of being 'carlover' you're 'carlover38682'. Great, how unique do you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a good time for a rant?&lt;br /&gt;well, TOO BAD...&lt;br /&gt;you can't rant until you pick a name for your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogs require some major creativity, to come up with new fresh ideas (starting with the name of course), so despite the overuse of popular slang and well, general overuse period, they are still totally &lt;strong&gt;inspired&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6953308374733906114-1441239024146193074?l=tiredorinspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/feeds/1441239024146193074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/09/name-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/1441239024146193074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6953308374733906114/posts/default/1441239024146193074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiredorinspired.blogspot.com/2009/09/name-game.html' title='The Name Game..'/><author><name>Alexa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159729750655113422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9YOeA--hH4/TYo2cF4FBTI/AAAAAAAAADs/LSYpg8ONroA/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
