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&lt;!--your message here--&gt;days ago, I skanked my booty off at Ska Summit!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>441</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-107237889342988329</id><published>2003-12-25T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T01:18:32.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-107237889342988329?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107237889342988329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107237889342988329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107237889342988329' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-107189633377733001</id><published>2003-12-19T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T23:59:48.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy shit dave is so fucking hott i have never been this attracted to a boy ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTT, ATTENTION, EVERYONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari will be hosting her VERY OWN TRADITIONAL SKA/REGGAE/ROCKSTEADY CHRISTMAS SPECIAL on Monday, December 22nd!  The time is 10 PM EST!  The station is 91.1 FM.  You can tune in live at www.wrek.org or listen to the archive later in the week!  This special will be hott!!  It should be just Kari!!  And maybe some Alex and Allison!  And hopefully Kari will play Mullets Across America!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN IN, YE SKURVY SKIBBIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Natali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-107189633377733001?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107189633377733001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107189633377733001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107189633377733001' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-107163426452303604</id><published>2003-12-16T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T23:11:56.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Good&lt;/b&gt;:  &lt;br /&gt;-These are the grades Kari got during her first semester at Georgia Tech:&lt;br /&gt;English I: A&lt;br /&gt;American Government: A&lt;br /&gt;Survey of Calculus: A&lt;br /&gt;Marching Band: A&lt;br /&gt;Biology I: C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resulting in...  a 3.5 GPA.  I would have gotten a B in Biology, but I bombed the exam.  Oh well.  A 3.5 is still really damn good, especially for my school.  I am so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows me I can still have a lot of fun at school and get good grades, I just need to focus more on Biology...  which was my first ball-busting class at Tech.  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This jobness is really fun.  I really love the people I work with.  I'm not making the best money in the entire world, but I am making some.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Natali got into Lang!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Midtown is recording in Atlanta, they're living here, recording in Butch Walker's studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Slackers Feb 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Pietasters Jan 29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bad&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-WTF is going on with Cabot?  I feel so stupid.  I need to not feel so stupid.  But there's no validation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Natali got into Lang, in New York.  Which means no late nights at the Majestic and no more tour bus partying with her.  And the whole her being an absolutely amazing person and everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ugly&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-Christmas is in a little over a week...  eep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I go to court on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-107163426452303604?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107163426452303604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107163426452303604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107163426452303604' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-107116096697866046</id><published>2003-12-11T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T11:43:33.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't be around too much.  I'll probably still blog when I can...  but other than that, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need to reach me, you should have my cell phone number.  If you don't have my number, then umm, you're SOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is over.  I am happy.  I wish I had another day to sleep.  Celebrations last night were fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so very fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-107116096697866046?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107116096697866046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107116096697866046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107116096697866046' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-107101686883990708</id><published>2003-12-09T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T19:41:53.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiffysocks.net/radmango/bandgeek.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spiffysocks.net/radmango/concert.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiffysocks.net/radmango/bandquiz.html"&gt;What kind of band geek are you?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert band?  Ffff...  where's the marching band appreciation?  Just because I'm not a TOTAL loser... sheesh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-107101686883990708?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107101686883990708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107101686883990708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107101686883990708' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-107100752680537133</id><published>2003-12-09T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T17:08:01.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am about to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can fit any more knowledge in my head.  And there isn't really anything in it right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natali has inspired me to write poems again.  She and I have a really similar writing style.  So I wrote something...  it's not done...  I don't think I like it...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shady sideways stares,&lt;br /&gt;locking eyes for a moment&lt;br /&gt;and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Never wanting to get attached;&lt;br /&gt;simply seeking fun;&lt;br /&gt;walking that walk &lt;br /&gt;of confidence.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you &lt;br /&gt;ever doubt yourself&lt;br /&gt;in your ninety-two dollar jeans,&lt;br /&gt;black hooded sweatshirt,&lt;br /&gt;jamming your hands&lt;br /&gt;in your pockets&lt;br /&gt;though there’s barely enough room.&lt;br /&gt;Blue bandana in your&lt;br /&gt;back left pocket;&lt;br /&gt;rock climbing clip on your&lt;br /&gt;front right belt loop,&lt;br /&gt;devoid of keys,&lt;br /&gt;it catches a street light&lt;br /&gt;and shines&lt;br /&gt;like your eyes&lt;br /&gt;that dance in this night light&lt;br /&gt;illuminated by skyscrapers and&lt;br /&gt;taxi cabs.&lt;br /&gt;We stand in the crowded parking lot&lt;br /&gt;as I try to dig my Converse&lt;br /&gt;into the asphalt.&lt;br /&gt;I am filled to the brim&lt;br /&gt;with anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-107100752680537133?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107100752680537133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107100752680537133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107100752680537133' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-107089633366760832</id><published>2003-12-08T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T10:13:16.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awwwww....  SNAP guess who my friend is on myspace?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it...  the hottie from the last post!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to NOT infatuate over this very scene hottie that goes to my very geeky school when he's probably sitting a few computers over from me in the library right now as I type this and pull up his pics in my blog and continue to drool.  I bet you he's a huge nerd.  Holy crap, I want to get to know him.  Mleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Biology exam sucked pretty hard...  but I went through it in about an hour and a half...  I didn't really feel like I had too many curve balls thrown at me.  I'm just aiming to beat whatever the average ends up being.  Which is horrible.  And I'm sure the class average will improve drastically by Friday.  It's not very fair to have three different lecture periods taking the exam as many as 5 days apart.  Word gets around.  And since my lecture class had the first exam, we get the crappier grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTT!  I did get a 77.8% on my Lab exam!  And the average was like a 73!!  Whee!!  So Kari's beating the average some more...  depending on how well I did on my exam I might be able to swing a B in Biology.  And if they curve a lot.  If I can manage at least a 70 on that exam I just took...  then it might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to finish my English project by 2.  Bleh.  So unmotivated.  All I want to do is sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is going to be ugly.  But then there will be lots of Kari and Sarah style drunkenness after I finish my final.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  I said hi to my Gov prof today, he recognized me, and my two Gov TA's waved at me as I walked in the library...  they're a few comps down.  I &lt;3 them.  Oh gosh, they will be my super heros if I can get an A in there.  Which will be all their doing, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  Writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crankin' that Atom to make me happy and dance inside myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Megyn.  I need to call her and gossip about all of these ridiculously attrative scene boys I'm finding myself ridiculously attracted to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-107089633366760832?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107089633366760832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107089633366760832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107089633366760832' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-107087725818969783</id><published>2003-12-08T04:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T04:55:00.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy SHIT!  I'm totally in love with this boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.myspace.com/85/21/101258/1107068_l.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oof.  Holy crap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get lucky and we'll be in a class together next semester.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad you can't see all of his star tats on his arm.  Geez.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.  With the hottness.  Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.myspace.com/85/21/101258/1144301_l.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think it would be safe to say that I would go to hardcore shows for this boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start doing so...  but...  it would all be better if I actually liked the music, lost about 50 pounds, got my nose pierced, had enough money to participate in hardcore styles, and got a few star tattoos.  And I don't really see any of those things happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.  Studying.  It's 5 AM, I should be studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-107087725818969783?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107087725818969783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107087725818969783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107087725818969783' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-107085814454905219</id><published>2003-12-07T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T23:36:27.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Turn up your radio&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this about Matt Embree.  I'm looking at it now, thinking of a rumor I heard, and hoping it's really not true...  because I think that would completely change my opinion of him.  And the more I think about it, the more I'm sure it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no RxBandits in Tenessee.  Maybe it's for the best.  They pulled off the Something Corporate tour.  Oh well.  Here's what I wrote for my English project.  I always write about Matt Embree for everything.  Stupid amazing guy.  Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Embree is the lead singer and guitarist of the RxBandits, a band that has become increasingly difficult to stereotype with genre labels.  They have been called ska, punk, reggae, pop, and rock.  Released in 2003, their album the Resignation concentrates on the resigning of society from anything non-materialistic, the resignation of self and also of peaceful thought.  Matthew Embree takes a hand in the music and lyrics on all of the songs, along with Steve Choi and Chris Sheets’ help.  The song “Sell You Beautiful” details the image of contemporary consumption and the developing physical desire to conform.  Embree tries to eliminate the materialistic matrix he finds himself caught up in, resorting back to logic and relying on the power of his mind.  “It’s not how you feel, it’s only how you look,” Embree screams soulfully on this track, mocking the current standings of society and its obsession with consumerism.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their second full-length album, Progress (originally titled Artificial Intelligence and the Fall of Technology), the RxBandits focus on the advancement—which they refer to as the fall—of technology, science, and the ever-growing obsession with consumerism.   In their witty single Analog Boy, Matt Embree yells, “We’re so helpless to our technology/I don’t wanna be controlled by machines,” making a heartfelt plea to his generation and future generations to stop technology from destroying the world.  The track Status off the same album outlines Embree’s opinions concerning his status in comparison to others.  Raised and residing in Long Beach, California, Embree and the rest of the band have been exposed to the typical Hollywood and Orange County mentality of conspicuous wealth—having to show every penny you have to be accepted.  Instead, Embree claims “It’s not how you look; it’s just how you feel inside/it don’t matter if you got any money or not/if you hold your head up high.”  Despite society’s pressures of consumption and spending, the so-called “advancement” of technologies, Embree says, “I ain’t got no status/I still got a mind of my own.”  Embree and the RxBandits resist the demands of conforming, keeping their logical inner thoughts and desires free from being poisoned by the influences of technology and society.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to the principles of Anti-Science, Matthew Embree focuses on the importance of logic and reason in life, not technologies like nice cars and plastic surgery.  He emits a radiance of knowledge; he writes the most profound lyrics and music to expresses himself completely through it.  Embree takes a stance of complete opposition to the war and feels that it is simply a ploy to make the United States more powerful.  This he also attributes to the advancements made in technology and science.  “Paying for the bombs that fall on our children/now we’re heading for our own demise,” Embree sings in “Newsstand Rock (the Bottom Line Exposition),” heavily influenced by contemporary government strategies put in place by George W. Bush and his administration.  Bush’s administration, like the developments in science and technology, go against the original logical approach to the ideas of science and politics—peace is logical.  Matthew Embree is a perfect example of a leader of logic.  And in many instances, he is already leading his own avant-garde movement through his radical music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-107085814454905219?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107085814454905219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107085814454905219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107085814454905219' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-107065121825056105</id><published>2003-12-05T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T14:13:09.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Lips Like Licorice But You Can't Catch Me&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::Kenny G... I'm on hold.&lt;br /&gt;AIM::N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last few days have been really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wrote about my interactions with a gutterpunk.  This really strung out girl in a mini and fishnets with a hoodie with anti-nazi stuff was running around my campus, smoking a cigarette and came up to me and Alex and asked if we had Marta fare to give her.  I had two dollars in my pocket and I gave it to her.  I told her Merry Christmas, too.  I think that was the nicest I've ever been to a complete stranger.  &lt;br /&gt;It was really touching, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really elaborate on this RXFUCKINGBANDITS business, so maybe I'll take the time to do so now.&lt;br /&gt;Natali and I are going to see the RxBandits with Something Corporate, Mae, and Days Away in Nashville on Tuesday.  I have two finals on Wednesday.  One is at 8 AM.&lt;br /&gt;I'm using this as my motivation to study.  So far it's been working.&lt;br /&gt;Except I feel like I might die today.  So I'm about to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;But HOLY CRAP I am beyond excited to see the RxBandits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, Kris will be there.  Maybe even Craig and Cabot, too.  For some reason, when boys decide to like Kari, they decide to do it ALL AT ONCE.  I think they have meetings and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;It's whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...fucking hold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  So I think Kris is totally spiffy.  And things with Cabot are a lot less weird, I just think his cheek piercings are weirding me out and that they're so gross and not healing well at all and his face is all swollen.  I feel so bad for him.  :(  Cabot is really sweet, though.  I just don't know if that's what I'm looking for right now.&lt;br /&gt;Am I looking for anything?&lt;br /&gt;WTF am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabot fixed my camera, sort of...  the lens comes out if you hit the camera a certain way, and you have to like manually focus the lens sometimes because it gets stuck.  I think there's just a particle of something stuck inside of the twisty part of the lens.  I think my brother should be able to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KENNY G TOTALLY SUCKS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group project for English should kick ass.  If we don't all kill each other by Monday.  My heart is really going out to Weston right now.  He needs some people skills.  Then he would be one of the most amazing people ever.  If he just knew how to channel his creativity enough to where he could be social and actually express himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to nap after I get off this telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight I will go to Joann's and do my Christmas present shopping.  And do some reading for Biology.  Or finish my English project.  Or both maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 91 on my Civil Unions paper in Government.  My chances of an A in there may be a lot better than I thought.  This might just be because one of my TA's loves me.  She is so sweet.  She calls me sweetheart and stuff all the time.  I heart her.  &lt;3  Yay.  So I might get an A in there.  If I don't fuck up the final too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's chances for a B in Biology also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do a GPA breakdown, here's what we're looking at happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTE WORST CASE SCENARIO: B in Math, B in English, A in Marching Band, B in Government, C in Biology: 2.88 GPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARI'S FEASIBLE WORST CASE SCENARIO: A in Math, B in English, A in Marching Band, B in Governement, C in Biology: 3.13 GPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation #1: Greatest possibility of happening:  A in Math, A in English, A in Marching Band, B in Government, C in Biology: 3.31 GPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation #2: Second greatest possibility of happening:  A in Math, A in English, A in Marching Band, A in Government, C in Biology: 3.5 GPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation #3: Third greatest possiblitly of happening: A in Math, A in English, A in Marching Band, A in Government, B in Biology: 3.75 GPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm expecting the feasible worst case scenario or Situation 1.  Situation 2 is pretty likely too.&lt;br /&gt;It all depends on finals.&lt;br /&gt;Which all depends on how much studying I get done.&lt;br /&gt;I totally shouldn't be going to Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;But you know me.&lt;br /&gt;And know how well I work under pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-107065121825056105?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107065121825056105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107065121825056105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107065121825056105' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-107049822948612414</id><published>2003-12-03T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T21:48:39.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random emoness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I take these pills so I can't feel&lt;br /&gt;the pain of this life being real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:  Kari and Natali going to Nashville to see the RXFUCKINGBANDITS and Kris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be time #10!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there will be no sleep and massive studying because she has finals at 8 AM and 3 PM the next day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-107049822948612414?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107049822948612414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107049822948612414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107049822948612414' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-107034160850744526</id><published>2003-12-02T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T14:13:55.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;What This World Needs Right Now is You&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::"Power to the Peaceful" Anti-Flag&lt;br /&gt;AIM::Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stolen from Kris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what is your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/misc/name.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.aps.org/centennial/images/atlanta.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what is your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pembrokecorgi.org/Fluff.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for Welsh Pembroke Corgis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what are some of your hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://wmbr.mit.edu/images/tech-radio.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.peterschaaf.com/schickele/earswideshut00/trombone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing trombone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.allergybuyersclub.com/optimized_images/be-sleep-sack.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bradytheater.com/events_files/concert.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. what are your favorite bands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hiponline.com/artist/music/r/reel_big_fish/reel_big_fish-bio_tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reel Big Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rxbandits.com/images/promo_1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RxBandits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.suburbanlegends.com/images/rs05.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. favorite movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005JM5E.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ffmedia.ign.com/filmforce/image/jackass-cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. favorite TV shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bravotv.com/images/Queer_Eye_for_the_Straight_Guy/Photos/group03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy SHIT JAI IS SO HOTT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sportsnight.tktv.net/images/sportsnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Night was such a damn good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alumnos.puc.cl/~svm/critic.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Critic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. favorite foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.solae.com/images/recipe/texmexspinachdip_170x194.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinach dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.taquitos.net/dbimages13/GoldenFlake-CP.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden Flake.  None other will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. CELEBRITY CRUSHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://inc.zulu.dk/img/1142/johnny_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Knoxville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mterra.ru/news/music_news/teletype/picture01/gven.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen Stefani.  Come on, everyone has a crush on the same sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://homepages.paradise.net.nz/amadrier/emp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.clearspot.de/pics/aktuelles/navy/brighteyes_lifted1_2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conor Oberst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rxbandits.com/images/salt_lake_5.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Embree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. favorite thing to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.widemedia.com/fashionuk/fashion/gods_of_denim/diesel.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diesel clothing when I can afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. what are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.siliconmom.com/poor.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.avantech-heartsafe.com/images/broken-heart1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken heart.&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/3286151-107034160850744526?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107034160850744526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107034160850744526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107034160850744526' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-107032920088067455</id><published>2003-12-01T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T20:40:37.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things to add to the shit list:&lt;br /&gt;Digital camera seems to be broken.  Got the battery, now the camera tries to turn on, but the lens will not come out.  Super.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light in all of this:&lt;br /&gt;I should be working two jobs over my Christmas break.  Which means that I should be able to make about $100 a day.  So $100 x 3 weeks (21 days) should give me around my goal of $2000.  Maybe I should shoot for $1500.  That's a lot more reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING SCHOOL I'M GOING DAMN CRAZY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-107032920088067455?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107032920088067455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107032920088067455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107032920088067455' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-107026165051604248</id><published>2003-12-01T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T01:54:47.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It doesn't surprise me that my good streak has come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't surprise me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into a car accident today.  Not really a whole lot to say about that...  I was making a left across five lanes of traffic and could have SWORN that the road was completely clear...  but I turned into the far right lane and hit a taxi driver.  I scraped up a lot of the right side of my car...  okay, well, mostly all of it...  but umm...  his car wasn't hurt at all.  Just a little.  My poor, poor car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some freaking out, I called the police and after waiting for an hour, called again, and the nicest, nicest, nicest police officer was dispatched to me.  I got a ticket for making an illegal procedure (taking a left into the far right hand lane) and I have to appear in court over the Christmas break.  I'm not 100% sure if I have to go to court, but the ticket says something about how if it results in an accident I'm required to show for my court date and I can't just pay the fine over the phone or whatever.  Umm.  Yeah.  The other guy got a ticket, too, so I don't know if that means that there is no fault to the accident or what.  I really don't think the damage on his car was anything over $200 though.  Mine, if my father takes control of who fixes it, should be about $600.  Let's keep in mind, ladies and gentlemen, that Kari only has...  $300 to her name right now.  The ticket for this illegal procedure may be anywhere between, say, $75 and $250.  Basically, right now, I'm fucked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some good news, here, though...  I don't think my insurance rates will increase any because my mother said something about getting a "freebie," and this is the only mark I've had on my drivers record...  since I got my driver's license a year and a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as happy as I'd like to be about this whole boy situation, I don't know if I am.  Maybe I was just preoccupied and tired at our last meeting thing...  meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job and the people at Sonic are being whores.  Total sluts.  I don't like them.  But holy shit I need to work all day every day over Christmas break or I'm never going to have enough money to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, on my run for stockings, I got in an accident, and taking care of it made me late to the band banquet...  so I opted out and went to go see Jason Mraz with my mother.  I was so shocked that the concert was sold out.  And the girls behind me kept telling me to move so they could see.  Pssshhh....  STUPID.  But, yes, Jason Mraz is so amazingly talented, I just wish he weren't so fan-girl-friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I will be applying to all of the major pop/rock/alternative radio stations in the city of Atlanta for work starting in about March.  I need something in that field.  I think that since record labels here are pretty hopeless (save So So Def), any music connections will be best made through radio.  And that kills me.  Selling my soul to the corporate devil...  bleh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of all of this, if my digital camera is broken and it's not just the battery, I will not have pictures of my new hair or my boo boo on my car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really disappointing thing here is that I feel so horribly stupid for doing what I did.  And, if any of you know me really well, feeling stupid is the worst feeling in the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know WTF is going on with my Biology lab, so I'm just going to go to sleep.  And hopefully I won't oversleep my 9 AM.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-107026165051604248?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107026165051604248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107026165051604248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107026165051604248' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-107022938455989573</id><published>2003-11-30T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T16:56:59.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;It's Much Too Soon to Leave This Easy Life&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::"Sleep All Day" Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;AIM::Meghan, Miyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*does a little dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the band banquet.  I need to go get ready.  Then Jason Mraz afterward if we get out around 10.  Which I think is entirely possible.  Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab report craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari didn't get enough sleep.  She was a little preoccupied with someone.  Oh well.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-107022938455989573?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107022938455989573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107022938455989573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107022938455989573' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-107008898497435323</id><published>2003-11-29T01:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T01:56:58.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Where Are You Tonight?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::"Dear Sweet Impailer" Park&lt;br /&gt;AIM::N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair, which turned out really awesome, it's kind of red-brown and blonde, very ballsy for me... I'll take pictures if I get my camera battery in tomorrow (please, oh please let that be all that's wrong with my camera!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new hat, which is basically just a beanie with a bill, you know, those little cool urban hats that emo/hxc kids wear.  Kind of like this, but not as cool or nice. &lt;img src="http://www.karmaloop.com/vendor/FRE/2404md.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently getting involved with a boy and it's really exciting to not know where it's going... or if it's going anywhere.  All I can say is that I'm having lots of fun.  Hahaha it's kind of funny though, because I feel like this kid has affected me a lot, at least when it comes to fashion.  Sometimes I think he's more fashionable than I am, so I'm becoming more aware.  Hahaha.  That's funny.  Honestly.  :)  But we're hanging out some more this week...  fantastic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are going out of town next weekend.  I need to arrange stuff at my house.  If nothing else, mayhaps this boy will come over...  and help me study for my final exams.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched some of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can fit into my two year old Express pants.  Huzzah!  I think this starving myself thing is working.  Though I am eating, just a lot less.  And I think also that this boy wears a size 7 in girls jeans and umm, I wear a size 13 (most of the time) has motivated me to not be so fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim from the Suburban Legends wrote about me and their adventures with me (&lt;a href="http://www.suburbanlegends.com"&gt;view the tour diaries&lt;/a&gt;).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a rock star with my hair.  Now I just need more Diesel clothing and I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (today) is going to be a big day.  Here's what's going on:&lt;br /&gt;9:00-10:00 AM - Marching band practice.&lt;br /&gt;10:15-11:45 AM - Celebrations.  (i.e. consumption of beverages)&lt;br /&gt;11:45 AM-12:45 PM - Marching band pregame activities.&lt;br /&gt;1:05 PM - Kickoff: Georgia Tech vs. University o' Georgia (will be on ABC regionally, but check it, it might be on where you are).&lt;br /&gt;4:00 PM - More celebrations, or mourning...  either way, consumption of beverages.&lt;br /&gt;9:00 PM - Hopefully a party.  If not, Kari will take a shower and sleep and get beautifuller than she already is.&lt;br /&gt;2:00 AM - Guest arrives.  Mega ultra super funness occurs.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-107008898497435323?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107008898497435323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/107008898497435323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107008898497435323' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106999553970988469</id><published>2003-11-27T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T23:59:33.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just wanted to quickly say that this week is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'm going to do with my hair tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for calling Frank, I was away from my phone for an hour or so...  your message was so sweet and I'm really sorry I missed it.  I would have called back, but I didn't want to...  interrupt family things and I didn't know whose number that was and everything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex and the City marathons and puzzles.  What more can I say?  What a great Thanksgiving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I spent yesterday with like all of my awesome friends...  Like all of my most bestest friends in this state.  And more of them are over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to take a break from this crazy puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The text messages haven't stopped since Tuesday night.  I feel quite special.  *grin*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This good streak in Kari's life seems to be continuing.  Odd.  But finals are soon.  Holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Kari gets new hair.  She will be requesting chunky and very straight layers throughout, pretty crazy and blunt.  &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/3286151-106999553970988469?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106999553970988469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106999553970988469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106999553970988469' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106983038821286504</id><published>2003-11-26T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T02:06:59.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Free the Tension Around My Neck&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::Park&lt;br /&gt;AIM::James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have found a keeper, ladies and gents.  But let's not say something like that...  and get hopes raised...  so...  whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with some hardcore kids today...  and realized, wearing my Further Seems Forever t-shirt, Paul Frank jacket, preppy shoes, that I've got a really long way to go if I'm going to dabble in the hxc scene.  But it was entertaining, they're good people.  And I know how much it sucks to be a poser, so I don't want to claim something I'm not, and for all of the wrong reasons...  but we'll see.  I'm definitely going to give some of it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I told Cabot, it's funny how one can feel so completely "scene," and then be exposed to something else and just feel totally lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Kari's group did their lab wrong again this week.  Umm.  Oh well.  That makes 3 weeks in a row.  But does it matter?  Hehehe HELL NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to go to sleep dreaming nice dreams.  Tonight was a good night.  I hope more nights like this happen...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106983038821286504?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106983038821286504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106983038821286504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106983038821286504' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106974379972649103</id><published>2003-11-25T02:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T02:03:50.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOTY CALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...  Emotional booty call?  Is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, math!  *shakes fist!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooof.  I am one lazy piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need skillz.  Rebecca, can I have some?  You seem to have a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106974379972649103?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106974379972649103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106974379972649103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106974379972649103' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106973790189280361</id><published>2003-11-25T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T00:26:12.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Pass Me the Spoon, Pass the Analytical Knife&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::"Too Much Food" Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;AIM::Ralphy, Cabot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my DVDs in today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really think there's no turning back.  Kari took Ginseng like 30 minutes ago.  And it's kicking in.  Whee.  Hopefully it will be albe to carry me through two more hours of math studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/misc/rbfstill3.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/misc/rbfstill6.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/misc/rbfstill7.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:  Don't say things to Cabot whilst ginseng is kicking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.  Date tomorrow night?  Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginseng, ginseng, holy shit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about boys acting like my boyfriend and making out and...  umm...  shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaaaahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginseng.  Dammit.  WTF mate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106973790189280361?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106973790189280361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106973790189280361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106973790189280361' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106957317878869702</id><published>2003-11-23T02:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T02:40:06.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Calm Yourself, Deep Breaths, Quarter Rest, Fill the Lungs Up in Your Chest&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::"At Breakneck Speed" Park&lt;br /&gt;AIM::Swayze's Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling really funny lately.  Frustrated about a lot of stuff.  Stuff I'm not usually frustrated about.  It's kind of odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really close to my friend Natali, she goes to Agnes Scott, that I know from Home Grown shows and stuff.  I'm going to really miss her if she gets into the school she wants to in New York.  We hang out all of the time...  she's such a blast....  Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;KariFullofSKA: I haven't been on a date in ages.&lt;br /&gt;YdpRec: wow really your cute i dont beleive that &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute.  Which brings me to the next matter at hand...  well, there isn't one.  I've already expressed some of my weirdness with boys...  yeah.  A part of me wants to hang out with Cabot some...  meh...  I don't know.  I asked him if he wanted to go shopping.  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm definitely going to try to make it out West for my Spring Break, which is March 8th - March 12th.  If enough stuff is going on then that's worth missing beach party funness and drunkenness with my friends, then I'll totally be there.  And I have to see how much people like Derek want me to come.  Hehehe.  ;)  Just kidding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh.  The old door man of the 513 now works at the Majestic.  Yet another reason that makes going there really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Jon didn't kidnap the Suburban Legends.  I don't think so, because, if he did, they would be showing up online in the next few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my friends that went to see them are totally in love with them now.  It's great.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.  I'm sleepy.  Sleepy time... I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106957317878869702?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106957317878869702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106957317878869702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106957317878869702' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106945232013473158</id><published>2003-11-21T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T17:05:47.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How come my horoscope is always right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Since close companions and co-workers may, er, test your patience and tolerance in the coming month, perhaps you can get off on the right foot if you start strategizing your charm offensive (and employing selective hearing) now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakin' crap.  Stuff is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still in a great mood.  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really wish I had my FREAKIN' DVD's STUPID MERCH.COM AND STUPID AMAZON.COM!  RAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Lynch tonight.  Even though I'm loaning Patrick the money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106945232013473158?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106945232013473158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106945232013473158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106945232013473158' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106942956605735232</id><published>2003-11-21T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T10:46:32.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Don't Cave In!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::"Swell" Park&lt;br /&gt;AIM::Christov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired for some odd reason.  OH!  MAYYYBEEEE it's because I've gotten like no sleep and stuff.  That might be what it is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned up after the guys all night last night.  I really wish I had a vacuum.  This place feels like my room again, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Frank's package.  Thank you.  I miss you, too.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here are some of the pictures from the Suburban Legends.  I think Aaron broke my camera.  Well, I hope it's not broken.  I hope it's just the battery.  :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/suburbanlegends/18Nov03_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Derek! *giggle*  Derek is my friend!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/suburbanlegends/18Nov03_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action shot of Klemm, Brian, and Vincent.  Klemm is such a cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/suburbanlegends/18Nov03_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Suburban Legends, how I have missed ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/suburbanlegends/18Nov03_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Bertram is a geek.  But he was really nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/suburbanlegends/18Nov03_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince does his thing.  I think Vince was really homesick.  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/suburbanlegends/18Nov03_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, Aaron is so cute in his Diesel.  Hehehe.  We were supposed to go shopping together... but... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/suburbanlegends/18Nov03_25.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow, it's Cwis and Bwyan!!  &lt;br /&gt;I like how everyone in this band impersonates Homestar Runner and talks in baby talk.&lt;br /&gt;PS- Chris is SUCH a nice guy!  And so is Brian.  :)  They're all nice!  Eek.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/suburbanlegends/18Nov03_31.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you think they couldn't be any cooler, they do stuf flike this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/suburbanlegends/18Nov03_34.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVORITE PICTURE!!  EE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/suburbanlegends/18Nov03_36.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, Brian, dance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/suburbanlegends/18Nov03_38.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince is totally awesome.  I wish he was in a better mood when I saw him, though.&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/3286151-106942956605735232?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106942956605735232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106942956605735232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106942956605735232' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106931891262747157</id><published>2003-11-20T04:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T04:02:18.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Best Four Days EVER!!!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last few days have honestly been the best days of my life.  I think they might have even been better than Ska Summit.  And we all know how utterly amazing Summit was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the caffeine pill totally kicking in, so maybe I'll slap this out really quickly before I start typing up my Biology lab reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt; 11/17&lt;br /&gt;Catch 22 @ the Cotton Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to this show and realize that I have become one of those elitists that I looked at with ency when I was 13.  Literally, the circle of people name dropping and hanging out with the bands and everything.  I stood around with 6 of my really good friends talking about ska now and how this isn't nearly what it used to be...  and it just felt so amazing to really feel like I was a staple in our scene.  It was so odd.&lt;br /&gt;There were only about 50 kids at the Catch 22 concert, but it rocked so hard.&lt;br /&gt;And what's funny is that I promoted my ass off for the Suburban Legends show at this show and got some email from a woman that works at the Cotton Club telling me that I shouldn't place fliers for shows at other venues in that venue.  How fucked up is that?  What she's saying kind of made sense...  but I really think she's just being a bitch.  And especially when she said, "Not to be a bitch or anything... but..."&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  And Monday I became fascinated with Kevin, but I already wrote about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt; 11/18&lt;br /&gt;Everything about the Suburban Legends was completely up in the air.  My ride was up in the air, I had no idea if they were staying with me or not...  and then I got a call from Dallas around 5:00 saying they had just gotten to the venue and they would love to stay with me if I would be so kind.&lt;br /&gt;So they played their hearts out to about 20 or 30 people at Swayze's and it was one of the most amazing things I had seen.  All of the guys remembered me and Bertram and everyone was just so so so so so nice and excited to see me, even though the turnout was so bad.  I can't believe they are so humble when they are SO BIG out West.  It  really is this huge weird culture shock thing.&lt;br /&gt;The set rocked.  I gave Tim Gummi Bears and they totally played Gummi Bears.  I took a ton of really sweet pictures and everything was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Waffle House afterward with some people that Tim knew and lots of good times were had by everyone.  I got really tired and kind of just bleh...  but it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone came back to the dorm and we just hung out for like...  3 hours.  BUT OH!!!&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP we TOTALLY ALMOST DIED!!!  It was raining soooo hard and we got into some trouble on the interstate.  It was sooooo scary.  I felt so bad because the guys almost died too.  Really scary.  Really.  And it was pouring when we got back and we couldn't find anywhere for them to park and it totally sucked.  I felt like such a piece of crap.  :(  &lt;br /&gt;But then we got back into the dorms and good times were had by all...  at least everyone in my room, Meghan, Klemm, and Derek (swoon).  The rest of the guys stayed in my lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt; 11/19&lt;br /&gt;So the entire band wasn't up until 3:30.  I got a little aggravated and antsy and tired, but it was cool.  Derek kept climbing up into my bed and going to sleep, saying it was like the most comfortable bed ever.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;But then we spent some time doing laundry...  then showering (the guys totally used all of my shower stuff--towels, shampoo, soap, you name it)...  then eating sammiches...  and Klemmy thought it was a good idea to go to the Something Corporate show (with me!  yay!) so he calls Andrew and is just like, "Hey, can we have 8 tickets?"  And Andrew is all, "Ok!"  Duuuude...  so cool.  So we hung out until about 6:30 in the dorm (watched Harry Potter II and Beavis and Butthead Do America) and went up to the show.&lt;br /&gt;I think I totally forgot that the RxBandits were playing...  because once I got there things were just soooo amazing and I was sooo excited and BERNIE WAS THERE!!  I LOOOOVE BERNIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hanging out with all of the SL guys... and I've gotten really close to most of them...  and I felt like such...  I just felt like I was so &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and so accepted.  It really was an amazing feeling.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Natali was there, we both got in for free (yay WREK!) and she DANCED WITH ME LIKE CRAZY to the RxBandits, and some girl was mad coz my "elbow was in [her] face."  But umm.  Yeah.  The RxBandits.  Holy crap.  They were so amazing.  They are so blessed with the talent they have.  I just...  I don't get how a band like that can be so amazing and so solid.&lt;br /&gt;I was definitely the only person that screamed, "DON'T STOP, JUST FEEL IT!" in the "It surrounds, surrounds, we all like to dance around it," song of the Resignation (I don't know track titles, sorry)...  And they all heard me and it was so awesome.  Oh geez.&lt;br /&gt;Something Corporate played for too long.  And there were too many dumb kids there.  But Bernie entertained us during most of SoCo's set.  It was great.  He talked me into buying two t-shirts and some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then after the show I buy some merch and go out back and everyone's hanging out, and Bernie's standing with Matt and totally smiles at me...  so I walk over there...  and Mister Embree is like, "HEY!" and gets all excited and smiley.  I still don't know why I'm so intimidated by him.  &lt;br /&gt;But, yeah, flashback.  Natali and I somehow got up to the like 3rd row dead center during the Bandits, and once Matt saw me, his face totally lit up and I felt soooo amazing because I was singing my heart out and Matt was returning the energy tenfold.  I really love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;So after the show, Matt's like, "Hey!!!!" and shakes my hand and says, "Did I ever tell you thank you for all those pictures?" and I was just all, "Awwwwwww..." and he gave me a totally awesome hug.  Then I didn't really have anything to say, but I really wish I did because he seemed so happy to talk to me...  Geez.&lt;br /&gt;THEN all of SL goes onto SoCo's majorly pimped out tour bus...  and then, of course, since me and Natali were there, there was MAJOR DANCE PARTY ACTION!!!!!!!!!  And it was actually really fun!!  And Andrew and the guys from Something Corporate are sooo nice.  Too bad their bus call was at 1 AM, coz that was the most fun I've had in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last few days have been nothing short of amazing.  I feel so awesome.  I feel like I mean so much to all of these people that mean the world to me.  I'm going to be so sad to see the Suburban Legends leave tomorrow...  I really feel like I've gotten close to all of them in different ways.  They're such silly and amazing guys.  *sigh*  I really am...  wow.  I can't believe all of this has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't been to like any classes this entire week.  And I'm skipping more tomorrow (today)...  unless I can get my lab reports done by 1:30.  That'd be awesome!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... I got a 77.5 on my last BIOLOGY EXAM!!  That I BARELY STUDIED FOR!  WOOO!!!  Andddd....  with the normalization, it's like an 81%!  Not only did I pass something in that class, but I got a B!  So I should definitely be getting at least a C in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But speaking of, the whole reason why I'm here is to work on my lab reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas is sitting in plain view of me...  just updating their website.  I like these guys so much.  Thank you Rebecca and Lisa and everyone that's ever told me to listen to them or go see them...  this is absolutely amazing.  I couldn't ask for more in life right now...  I am so unbelievably happy.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106931891262747157?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106931891262747157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106931891262747157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106931891262747157' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106918861310498952</id><published>2003-11-18T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T15:50:36.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soundwaves::"Your Latest Victim" Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/17Nov03_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have such a thing for geeks? [Ryan of Catch 22.  When I was talking to him and telling him about SL coming and stuff, he said, "God, I got them so trashed last night.  And they told me they don't even drink that much."  Hahaha that was like the very first thing he said.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking about about the Suburban Legends tonight.  Not really freaking out, just getting so ridiculously excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like it's going to rain.  Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari should get ready.  Mmmhmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106918861310498952?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106918861310498952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106918861310498952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106918861310498952' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106913618518967984</id><published>2003-11-18T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T01:16:48.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cool.  I lost the post that I wrote about boys being weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a guy from the RBF board that looks a lot like Frank.  Makes me realize just how much I miss Frank.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flirted with the drummer from Taj Motel Trio all night tonight.  Too bad he has a girlfriend and that flirting is just flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy that I was talking to from TN...  I'm not talking to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my friends that were going to go to Suburban Legends tomorrow (save like 6 of them), backed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Suburban Legends will probably be staying with me tomorrow night.  G. Scott called me tonight.  That was nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch 22 was good tonight.  Just kind of okay.  The show was weird... only 3 bands... out of there by 11.  But it was so much fun just hanging out with Ben and whatever that guy's name is that I think is cute... Kevin.  Yeah.  *giggle*  He's funny.  I love Taj.  They're great.  Now I know why Alex is so nuts for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.  Any other boy weirdness?  Not really.  Yeah.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106913618518967984?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106913618518967984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106913618518967984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106913618518967984' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106903401276324328</id><published>2003-11-16T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T20:53:54.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soundwaves::"Decision at Midnight" the Toasters&lt;br /&gt;AIM::Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.googlism.com/index.htm?ism=kari&amp;type=1"&gt;I am cool.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite: &lt;i&gt;kari is the type of girl you wished you knew in highschool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have stayed longer at the Turkey Fry.  Oh well.  Biology's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.  I guess I'll just wait to go to the Majestic with Natali.  I wonder when the Evergreen Terrace show will be over.  Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106903401276324328?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106903401276324328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106903401276324328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903401276324328' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106895631972293376</id><published>2003-11-15T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T23:19:00.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was definitely supposed to study today from like 4 PM-2 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is 11 PM and I'm just now getting started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUZZAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about to be the maybe best week ever.  And worst at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are cool.  They came to the game today, it was pretty fun.  At least we won.  We might end up at the Tangerine Bowl in Orlando.  If that's the case, the whole band will be sent and that would be super awesome.  I would like that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get lots of studying done tomorrow...  though I doubt it, coz I'll probably be at Booty Hill from like 12-6 at least.  Bleh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interactions with BJ and Caleb and John should be interesting.  I'm trying to be really nice to John, because I don't think he should hate me.  So I'm going early to help do stuff.  And, I mean, I'll be in good company.  Diana should be there...  and we haven't hung out a lot because of her and John, which is cool, I just miss goofing off with her a lot.  :(  But I'm glad they're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get to reading.  The goal is to finish reading tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thanks for commenting about my new ear piercing.  Bitches.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106895631972293376?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106895631972293376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106895631972293376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106895631972293376' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106878166949143030</id><published>2003-11-13T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T22:48:08.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;And For a While I Was Brainless!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::"Thinking of You" The Hippos&lt;br /&gt;AIM::Ralph, Ryan, Alex, Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Nov03_01.jpg"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The gorgeous view of Atlanta from the Georgia Tech campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Nov03_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari promoting.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Nov03_03.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New rook piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Nov03_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up close and personal!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piercing didn't hurt much at all...  but I think I'm getting pretty lightheaded...  my stomach's a little upset now...  I'm going to have to lay down in a few.  This is how I felt after I got my cartlidge done before, but that was so much worse.  So things are going fine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm definitely starting to feel notso great.  I think this means it's sleepy time, kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a busy weekend.  Hopefully I'll get a great deal of Biology studying done tomorrow.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106878166949143030?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106878166949143030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106878166949143030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106878166949143030' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106851769299724124</id><published>2003-11-10T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T12:51:46.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM: An individual.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: To go to sleep and have school end.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE: A big hole in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: I had some monies.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: This really tall boy.  *shakes fist*  Though not so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: My dogs and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: Dying alone.&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR: The Kingpins.  The creepy crosseyed lady.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I SEARCH: For meaning in life.&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: Why I'm at school.&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: My mother.  And Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;I ACHE: My hand hurts.  :(&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT: A lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: At concerts.  Like crazy.  Whoo.  Look out!&lt;br /&gt;I SING: Off key.  Mmm...  tone deaf.  Maybe I should learn how to sing.&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: When my insides tear me apart.&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS: Nice.  I have a brutal sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE: Good poetry.  And long letters. &lt;br /&gt;I CONFUSE: Myself.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: Someone to keep me safe and warm.&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD: Be doing homework right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. father thinks i am: His little girl.&lt;br /&gt;x. mother thinks i am: Her little girl.&lt;br /&gt;x. my boyfriend/girlfriend thinks I am: Ugly.  Coz I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;x. three things you are often complimented for: 1.) How involved I am.  2.)  How much I have accomplished.  3.)  How high my goals are.  4.)  How I am constantly doing things to work toward exceeding my goals.&lt;br /&gt;x. you get embarrassed when: My ego gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;x. makes you happy: Cold hand holding winter weather/&lt;br /&gt;x. upsets you: Not having a car to explore one of the most amazing cities in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes or no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x. you keep a diary: Yes.  Blogger and a spiral bound diary.&lt;br /&gt;x. you like to cook: I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;x. you have a secret you have not shared with anyone: Yes.  But most of my crushes are no secret.&lt;br /&gt;x. you set your watch a few minutes ahead: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;x. you bite your fingernails: When they get too long.&lt;br /&gt;x. you believe in love: Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest person you know: Weirdest?  John is pretty weird.  So is Scott.&lt;br /&gt;the Loudest Person you Know: I'm pretty loud.  So is Scott.&lt;br /&gt;Your close friends: Sarah and Alex.  &lt;br /&gt;the Person that Knows the Most about you: Uhh...  I don't know.  Lisa, Frank, Rebecca, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your most overused phrase on IM: ;)&lt;br /&gt;the last image/thought you go to sleep with: Uhh.  Probably something pertaining to upcoming activities.  I think I went to sleep last night thinking of the Suburban Legends...  since I had been working on their flyers for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;your best feature: I like my hair.  &lt;br /&gt;Inside joke: I have lots of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do You...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a shower everyday: Most of the time, though I am known to not every once and awhile.&lt;br /&gt;have a(any) crush(es): Oh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;think you know you've been in love: Think is the keyword there...  yes.&lt;br /&gt;want to get married: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;piercings/where?: Yes.  And more on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;get motion sickness: Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;think you're a health freak: Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;get along with your parents: Ask me second semester.&lt;br /&gt;like thunderstorms: No, one stole my house from me.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU SEE THIS NAME YOU THINK Of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Rudolph.  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Rob: Grant.&lt;br /&gt;Drew: From the RBF Board!!&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie: My girl from Sonic!!  Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;Aaron: Barrett!!  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Mickler!&lt;br /&gt;Paul: Mark Paul.&lt;br /&gt;Eve: The girl that sings.&lt;br /&gt;John: Hendrix.&lt;br /&gt;Laura: From HS.&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Berry.  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Justin: JUSTIN!!  Whoooo!!!  *giggles*  Totally kicked his ass in skeeball!!&lt;br /&gt;Ricky: Katie's dad.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: Mleh.&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Robin Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREEN NAMES: KariFullofGoo, SuperGeek3000, KariFullofSKA.&lt;br /&gt;SIGN: Gemini.&lt;br /&gt;NATURAL HAIR COLOR: Blondeish.&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT HAIR COLOR: Blondeish.  Soon to be reddish.  *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;EYE COLOR: Hazelish.&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHPLACE: Houston, TX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( FAVORITES )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER: 35&lt;br /&gt;COLOR: Hmm... yellow?&lt;br /&gt;DAY: Today is shaping out to be an okay day.&lt;br /&gt;MONTH: June!!&lt;br /&gt;SONG: At the moment: "Supernova" the Kingpins!&lt;br /&gt;FOOD: Pasta!&lt;br /&gt;SEASON: Fall.  Like now.  Maybe a little colder would be great.  The and bright white light of fall.  Gah!  I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;SPORT: Softball!!  Yay!!  And that intramural starts soon!&lt;br /&gt;DRINK: Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;ALCOHOLIC: Peach Schnopps!  :-X&lt;br /&gt;VEGGIE: Broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( PREFERENCES )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUDDLE OR MAKE OUT? I like cuddling a lot.  Yeah.  Making out is fun, too, though, it's so hard to decide...&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE MILK, OR HOT CHOCOLATE? Hot chocolate.  Unless you can count yoohoo as chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;MILK, DARK, OR WHITE CHOCOLATE? Whit cocolate.&lt;br /&gt;VANILLA OR CHOCOLATE? Vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( IN THE LAST 24 HOURS, HAVE YOU.... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRIED? No.  &lt;br /&gt;HELPED SOMEONE? Yes.  Stupid roommate.  *growl*&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT SOMETHING? Yes.  Shampoo and potato chips and bubble gum and toothpaste at 8 PM last night.&lt;br /&gt;GOTTEN SICK? I haven't thrown up or nothing...&lt;br /&gt;GONE TO THE MOVIES? No.&lt;br /&gt;GONE OUT FOR DINNER? If by "out" you mean to the cafeteria, then yes!&lt;br /&gt;SAID I LOVE YOU? Yes.  But not to someone.  &lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN A REAL LETTER? Yes!!  I wrote Megyn today!!  *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;TALKED TO AN EX? Yes.  Several.&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN IN A JOURNAL? Online, yes.&lt;br /&gt;TALKED TO SOMEONE YOU CRUSH ON? I think so.  Maybe.  Wait, duh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;HAD A SERIOUS TALK? Yes!!  Megyn!!! &lt;3!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MISSED SOMEONE? YES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HUGGED SOMEONE? Hmm...  yes.  David.  He gives good hugs.&lt;br /&gt;FOUGHT WITH YOUR PARENTS? No, actually.&lt;br /&gt;FOUGHT WITH A FRIEND? I don't fight with people.  I just yell at them and tell them they're dumb.  Well... I don't really do that either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name 10 bands or whatever you listen to: &lt;br /&gt;Park (thanks Ralph!), Suburban Legends, RxBandits, Ozma, Further Seems Forever, Hot Rod Circuit, Reel Big Fish, Chris Murray, the Slackers, and umm... Melee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name 9 things you hate: &lt;br /&gt;When people are stupid.  Times 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would You Ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat a bug? Sure.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bungee jump? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hang glide? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Kill someone? No.&lt;br /&gt;7. Have sex with someone of the same sex? No.  But we all know my exception.&lt;br /&gt;8. Parachute from a plane? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Walk on hot coals? Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;10. Go out with someone for their looks?  Yes.  I think I have before.&lt;br /&gt;11. For their reputation? If they have a really cool reputation, then sure!!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;12. Be a vegetarian? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;13. Wear plaid with stripes? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;14. IM a stranger: Do it all the time!&lt;br /&gt;15. Sing karaoke? Yes, though I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;17. Shoplift? Eh.  &lt;br /&gt;18. Run a red light? No way!  I don't break the law when I drive!&lt;br /&gt;19. Star in a porn video? No.&lt;br /&gt;20. Dye your hair blue? No.  Not blue.  Pink, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;21. Be on Survivor? No.&lt;br /&gt;22. Wear makeup in public? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;23. NOT wear makeup in public? Yes.  I do it sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;24. Cheat on a test? No.  Not here.  I would be burned at the steak.&lt;br /&gt;Make someone cry? No.&lt;br /&gt;26. Call your math teacher a motherf*cker? I kind of like my math teacher... he's nice.&lt;br /&gt;27. Kick a baby? Hell naw magn.&lt;br /&gt;28. Date someone more than ten years older than you: *COUGH* GY!!!  &lt;br /&gt;29. Cuss out a priest? Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;30. Take a job as a janitor? Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;31. Wear a tho-tho-tho-tho-thong? I don't like thongs.  :(&lt;br /&gt;32. Stay up all through the night? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;33. Drink straight espresso? have. and it sucks! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106851769299724124?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106851769299724124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106851769299724124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851769299724124' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106851664053535979</id><published>2003-11-10T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T21:10:38.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/10Nov03_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari fell out of her bed and hurt her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think votes for the rook piercing are winning.  I'm going to talk to my Calculus TA tomorrow and see what she says...  coz she has the tragus and her rook done, I believe.  He's cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106851664053535979?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106851664053535979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106851664053535979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851664053535979' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106847150808623246</id><published>2003-11-10T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T08:38:54.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Plan B&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::"Day One and Counting" Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that whenever I go to Little Five points to post THESE flyers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/misc/suburban2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/misc/suburban3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go ahead and get this pierced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bmezine.com/pierce/01-ear/A31023/high/tragus41.jpg" height="333" length="500"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tragus Piercing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I get this (rook piercing) instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bmezine.com/pierce/01-ear/A31005/high/vimnpe2u.jpg" height="333" length="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, and, &lt;b&gt;NOTE TO SELF&lt;/b&gt;: Don't ever try to climb down lofted bed facing the outside of the ladder.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106847150808623246?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106847150808623246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106847150808623246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106847150808623246' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106843295549886817</id><published>2003-11-09T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T21:55:53.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Attention&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like everyone to know that my good friend Mikey is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.subtledifference.net/~mpetriello/mikegrad.jpg"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I've known this kid for like 5 years and haven't met him face to face.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hott.  Holy moly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, as much as I hate doing so, I'm passing up the 6 hour car ride with Cabot (see hott pic below)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/misc/cabot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;to Nashville, TN, to hang out with Kris (see hott pic below)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/70/57/377507/82200873991m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to go to band practice and radio with Greg (no hott pic available, sorry)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I could go, it would be really nice...  maybe I could begin Phase one of the GRAND MASTER PLAN...  but...  school is the most important thing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough hott pictures of boys, but just in case it isn't enough, here's another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.furtherseemsforever.com/photos/pic15.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106843295549886817?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106843295549886817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106843295549886817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106843295549886817' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106841745595565875</id><published>2003-11-09T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T17:38:07.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our football team sucks, we broke Duke's 30 game losing streak in the ACC.  Go figure.  Umm.  Yeah, definitely not proud of that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was amazingly fun, though...  I kicked Justin's ASS in skeeball.  Justin's really cool.  It's neat when you know someone, but don't realize how cool they are until later...  it's kind of like a surprise.  Anyway, Justin is awesome.  I'm challening him to skee ball madness at Chuckee Cheese one day.  It will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my mommy for a while on the telephone today, and I think she's getting pretty set on buying me one of these for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a772.g.akamai.net/7/772/51/a26b982942806d/www.apple.com/ipod/images/index_ipodindock10162003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SQUEAK!!*&lt;br /&gt;And I'll probably get the 20 GB one.  That's awwweesome.  And I think the memory on my comp is only like 20 GB.  So yeah.  That would be nothing short of awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really want an iPod and it's getting annoying seeing everyone on campus running around with iPods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to head up to the library and print out Suburban Legends fliers.  Since I have like 600 pages for free for the rest of the semester.  Yep.  Then maybe study up there later.  Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is amazing.  It feels like it's fall.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106841745595565875?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106841745595565875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106841745595565875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106841745595565875' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106841381473912916</id><published>2003-11-09T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T16:36:52.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;I Win, Suckas!!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Rubygloom132/1052196404_3jkjrhfsdk.jpg" border="0" alt="DallasBETTER"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Dallas Ryan Cook!! Congrats! you play&lt;br&gt;trombone, although you are quiet you still love&lt;br&gt;to get on stage and dance! you also work at&lt;br&gt;dennys, night shift! oh yea...and you are super&lt;br&gt;cute! later days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Rubygloom132/quizzes/Which%20Suburban%20Legends%20member%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Suburban Legends member are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106841381473912916?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106841381473912916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106841381473912916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106841381473912916' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106823258611620715</id><published>2003-11-07T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T14:16:24.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should I go with a friend on Monday to Nashville?  He's going to see some hardcore band....  I would be going to meet up with my friend in Tennessee...  &lt;br /&gt;Herein lie the problems:  I would probably have to skip Biology and band.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.  I don't know.  I'm torn on this issue.  6 hours in a car with Cabot (who rocks), then hanging out with Kris (who rocks also)...  or going to class and staying in Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help deciding, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106823258611620715?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106823258611620715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106823258611620715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106823258611620715' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106823142505542995</id><published>2003-11-07T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T13:57:03.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to Duke, going to Duke, going to Duke, la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping Biology... la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see Catharine though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back...  Sunday in the wee hours of the AM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106823142505542995?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106823142505542995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106823142505542995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106823142505542995' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106821676573783451</id><published>2003-11-07T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T09:52:43.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am 88% Ska&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/default.aspx?id=109" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/109/4.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Pick it up, I skank! I am one full-fledged crazy Rudie, I am going to go celebrate my victory with some skankin'!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/default.aspx?id=109" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the Ska Test at fuali.com &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!  Hooper's more ska than me.  :(  I think it's because I'm young.  Yeah.  Something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106821676573783451?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106821676573783451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106821676573783451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106821676573783451' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106808176525235963</id><published>2003-11-05T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T20:22:43.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;I Would Do Anything for You... &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::"That's What She Said" The Rocket Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my amazingly amazing schedule.  I'm really glad how everything worked out.  Except I've really just come to terms with me not being able to take a CS right now.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total credit hours: 17 (15 currently, waiting for my overload into Music Theory I to go through).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:  &lt;br /&gt;11:05-11:55 AM - Biology II Lecture.&lt;br /&gt;12:05-12:55 PM - Finite Mathematics Recitation (Statistics, baby!!).&lt;br /&gt;2:05-2:55 PM - Health Lecture (with the prof. that EVERYONE wanted, he has like a 3.6 GPA).&lt;br /&gt;4:35-5:55 PM - Concert Band.&lt;br /&gt;6:35-8:25 - Pep Band (this is the official Georgia Tech Basketball Pep Band, which the Athletic Assosciation pays you anywhere from $100-$200 to be in for the season.  One practice a week and attendance at home games is all that's required).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;12:05-1:25 PM - Finite Mathematics Lecture (and I hear she lectures for only about an hour).&lt;br /&gt;1:35-2:25 PM - Music Theory I (with the director that graduated from my high school, so by default she loves me).&lt;br /&gt;3:05-4:25 PM - English II (with the same prof that I have now, if I get an A in his English I, why not just take him again?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;11:05-11:55 AM - Biology II Lecture.&lt;br /&gt;12:05-12:55 PM - Finite Mathematics Recitation.&lt;br /&gt;2:05-2:55 PM - Health Lecture.&lt;br /&gt;4:35-5:55 PM - Concert Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;12:05-1:25 PM - Finite Mathematics Lecture.&lt;br /&gt;1:35-2:25 PM - Music Theory I.&lt;br /&gt;3:05-4:25 PM - English II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;11:05-11:55 - Biology II Lecture.&lt;br /&gt;12:05-2:55 - Biology II Lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my Monday is going to be really full, but it's going to be worth it.  I think I'm just really excited about when my classes are scheduled for, like my first class is at 11!!  That means Kari can stay up until 2 doing homework (or not doing homework) and wake up at 10!!  Amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also we can think about it this way, 4 hours out of the 17 in my schedule are band.  And if I drop anything, it will be Basketball Pep Band.  I hear that our director for that doesn't keep us for the full 2 hours usually and just cancels a lot of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.  I need to head on out to the library...  I've got to meet with my lab partner for Biology and do our lab report.  Fun, fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called the dorm while I was out for dinner and said, "So, what, do you hate us or something?  Haven't heard from you in a few weeks."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106808176525235963?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106808176525235963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106808176525235963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106808176525235963' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-10679864525290592</id><published>2003-11-04T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T17:56:10.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soundwaves::"Skies So Blue" The Rocket Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I weren't in school.&lt;br /&gt;If I had $300.&lt;br /&gt;I would fly out West.  Right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have ever been this shocked before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is...  well, nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my throat is swelling..  I can feel it.  It's hard to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ...  I can't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa...  call me later? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-10679864525290592?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/10679864525290592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/10679864525290592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10679864525290592' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106796842758294949</id><published>2003-11-04T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T12:57:20.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;It's About Time That We All Started Living&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::"Pal-Treaux" RxBandits&lt;br /&gt;AIM::Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Brand New last night was good.  It was okay.  Definitely a solid okay.  I don't know...  something seemed off with Jesse's voice kind of, and Hot Rod Circuit was very enjoyable, as was Copeland and watever girly band that played...  but there were some meany head drunk boys that were picking fights with my friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to study.  I need to study a lot more.  Nothing is really going on in my classes right now, so I should be smart and take advantage of this time that I have.  Especially since the week of the 17th is going to be the craziest week ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To break up the monotomy of text in my last like 6 posts, I'm going to add some random pictures.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/14Oct03_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Alex in Helen giving UGA something to umm... bark about.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/14Oct03_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Bit's halloween costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/2K3/23Sept03_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I was reading today about how art is based on attractiveness.  Well, Jason Gleason (hott) makes me pictures awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106796842758294949?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106796842758294949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106796842758294949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106796842758294949' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106788664700945588</id><published>2003-11-03T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T14:10:45.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;I Realize That Everyone Who Lives Will Someday Die and Die Alone&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::"I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light" Brand New&lt;br /&gt;AIM::Drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOO BOBBY'S SISTER IS GIVING US A RIDE TO BRAND NEW AND HOT ROD CIRCUIT TONIGHT!!!  WHOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dances around in circles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Amber backed out on this whole thing, it's neat how you realize one of your pretty good friends likes the same music as you do.  Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole concert thing would be so much easier if I had a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty sure that's why Mom and Dad aren't lettin gme have one at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also convinced that Georgia Tech hates me.  Coz I do second semester registration on Wednesday and like...  two of my classes are already full.  Yeah.  5UX0R5.  *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.  Today is suddenly a good day now.  I wish Kris would cheer up.  I also wish my Winfield CD would hurry up and get its butt here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dances some more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106788664700945588?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106788664700945588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106788664700945588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106788664700945588' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106786501348338921</id><published>2003-11-03T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T08:10:12.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soundwaves::"Every Part of Nothing" Slowreader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made the CD.  I don't know if it's really GOOD, but it has like every song I absolutely love on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, I've figured out why some people hate me.  And I'm pretty sure it's because of what I write in here.  So umm, if you're one of those people, get over it.  Wait, would that be overreacting?  Probably.  This is a journal.  And this is why I had to stop writing in my last one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari has contest privelages with WREK now!  Yaaay!  That means I'm about to get into (hopefully) Catch 22 and RxBandits for free!  On tha guestlist!  Whee!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Amber isn't going to Brand New...  umm...  But Kari still has a ticket...  so she's going to go...  but I have no idea how this ride situation will work.  I could take a taxi from the club to East Campus and then just walk.  I think that would work just fine.  It shouldn't be too $$.  Maybe like $10.  I mean, if shows weren't at night, I'd be all about walking back...  but definitely not by myself at like 2 in the morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll figure something out.  Or maybe Bobby or someone like that will go with me...  and then we can walk back.  That would be a nice adventure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hanging out with Diana.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone didn't call me last night!  Boo.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106786501348338921?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106786501348338921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106786501348338921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106786501348338921' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106779769649676910</id><published>2003-11-02T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T13:28:15.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soundwaves::"Don't Know When But a Day Is Gonna Come" Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a lot to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand New is tomorrow with Hot Rod Circuit.  I saw Hot Rod Circuit like 6 times in a year and a half, and it's been about a year and a half since I've seen them.  I'm pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;And I get to see Amber.  I love Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to someone every night is pretty cool.  I just wish my parents weren't being douches so I could have my car....  Degrassi marathons...  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack.  Today I'm going to make a CD...  and I'm going to finish thinking about registering for classes...  and figure out what homework and stuff I have coming up this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106779769649676910?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106779769649676910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106779769649676910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106779769649676910' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106770900197922358</id><published>2003-11-01T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T12:58:34.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soundwaves::"Little Differences" Save Ferris&lt;br /&gt;AIM::Kris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be quick, my friends are on their way to GT now to play a show and I've got to hang out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexy girls on my hall.  Michelle, Colleen, Lynn, and umm...  the girl whose name I ALWAYS forget.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven had a big penis sticking out of his skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I'm a pretty hot dead prom queen.  Mad props to Kenny for helping with the bullet hole.  And Sarah for helping with the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is the Meter Fairy from Jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny (the gay priest) and Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant and Lauren (I think?), being doctor elves or something.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me stealing some of Satan's Lucky Charms.  &lt;3  I think he had the best costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my baby David, the fallen angel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn in his trick's army uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah the sexy bumblebee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was SUCH a good Leprechaun.  Really.  Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana is a sexy Tinkerbelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John is Homsar.  I think he and Chris tied for the best costume.  Hahahaha soooo freakin' funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relatively intoxicated Alex and David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walker is an actual working Walkman.  So funny.  This guy gets the metal of honor for being absolutely amazing and helping us take care of Alex...  who got...  umm...  quite sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah the sexy bumblebee and Bo, Hitler.  Haha.  So offensive and wrong, but it's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim is Chad, complete with whitey tighties and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Churney being his funny and drunken self.  I'm kind of glad he doesn't like me, otherwise he would have been all over me...  like every other girl there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SARAH DON'T LOOK AT THIS NEXT PICTURE!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/31Oct03_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stroshy (hott) being a midget to scare Sarah.  It was kind of funny, but it really freaked her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the party was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole...  me trying to talk to my two prospects didn't work very well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only words I said to BJ were, "Byyyeeeeee BJ."  Yep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since it was family night, you're supposed to get a family, get born, and get married and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Krissy and Stroshy were my parents, and then I married Chris (Satan), Scott (who got me flowers), Stroshy (my father), and someone else...  oh yeah...  Shawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a damn good dream about what I should have said to BJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I must now go hang out with my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106770900197922358?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106770900197922358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106770900197922358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106770900197922358' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106764427714730345</id><published>2003-10-31T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T18:51:15.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;We are entirely smooth...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::Brand New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  So I am quite bored at the moment.  Waiting to get ready to get ready for the PARTAY tonight.  I'm really excited.  I'll keep saying this.  Hopefully I didn't freak Stroshy out too much by trying to talk him into wearing the elf costume for Kenny.  Because I like Stroshy.  He is a good guy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a paper to write tomorrow.  Ugh.  At least that's all that I'm going to do.  I'm writing my paper on civil unions, and I was printing all of my info out today in the library and I felt so weird...  hahaha coz the headlines were like, "Vermont allows same-sex unions," yeah...  I like boys...  I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of...  haven't heard much from Kris today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a parking permit for my car!  Kind of.  They said I can get one.  My parents are being douches, though, I have no idea what the hell is up with that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should wear prom queen shoes tonight or Converses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight will be lots of funness!  Maybe I'll even muster up some testicles to talk to BJ!  Whee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  I'm going to think about starting my hair...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106764427714730345?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106764427714730345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106764427714730345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106764427714730345' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106757583199974861</id><published>2003-10-30T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T23:50:31.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/rustedfaith/1067216846_quizesgeek.jpg" border="0" alt="Geek Chic"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You love the sweet geeky guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/rustedfaith/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20guy%20do%20you%20like%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of guy do you like?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go freakin' figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is why I'm at this school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106757583199974861?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106757583199974861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106757583199974861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106757583199974861' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106755815170527099</id><published>2003-10-30T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T18:57:29.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;The Time Has Come for Colds and Overcoats&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::"I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light" Brand New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/29Oct03_01.jpg" height="200" length="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hottest dead prom queen EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am *SO* excited for this party tomorrow night!  Aaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed everything in school today.  I have no one to blame but myself, and Kris, kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think this is the kind of thing I've been needing to happen to get off my butt and motivate myself again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this day on...  yes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I do have a paper due on Saturday that I haven't touched.  Hmm.  I guess I'll write it Saturday.  All hung over and stuff.  Maybe I'll write most of it tomorrow in the library.  Sounds like a damn good idea.  I guess my topic will be civil unions.  I don't think that many people have the balls to attack the subject.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy at the moment.  Just also very tired.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go have fun at Surround Sounds...  My section is doing an arrangement of Fade to Black by Metallica.  It should be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106755815170527099?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106755815170527099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106755815170527099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106755815170527099' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-10674849304670587</id><published>2003-10-29T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T22:35:26.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soundwaves::"Tha Bomb" Suburban Legends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this dead prom queen idea is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I got stuck trying to get out of my dress today.  Sarah is going to HAVE to help me get out of it.  Umm.  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went ahead and bloodied up the dress a little, and my gloves, so they could be dry and intact for the party.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm only going to get shot in the chest and leave the rest for a goregous Prom Queen idea thing.  Yay!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Kris=good times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Matt (radio) is going to be a good friend of mine for a while to come.  Yay.  He's really neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-10674849304670587?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/10674849304670587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/10674849304670587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#10674849304670587' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106730695981422236</id><published>2003-10-27T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T21:09:19.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soundwaves::"We Do the Ska" Chris Murray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ATTENTION:  I am being a DEAD PROM QUEEN for Halloween.  How should I kill myself?&lt;/b&gt; (Please respond my commenting on my blogger)&lt;br /&gt;a.) Gunshot wound to the head.&lt;br /&gt;b.) Stab wound to the heart (with knife sticking out from dress).&lt;br /&gt;c.) Run over by a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BJ talked to me and seemed umm... really, really, really genuine and happy and civil.  Like...  big cute grin on his face.  So with his offering of niceness, maybe I will talk to him on Friday at Family Night (which should be a wicked party).  If the right people are around.  I have a feeling they will be.  Maybe I'll ask for Diana's assistance...  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at my class schedule for next semester, and if I can get what I want, it should be AMAZING!  I'm going to go ahead and take Concert Band AND Music Theory I, putting me at 17 hours instead of 16.  Yay.  Then I'll still take probably 9 hours or so over the summer.  The math class I'm going to take doesn't meet on Fridays!  How awesome!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh...  texted Kris all day and all night.  It was fun.  Hopefully more texting and phoneness tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio show tonight...  should add to the so far goodness of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only non-goodness of the day is that I have an English paper to write and lots of reading to do by 1:30 tomorrow.  And I promised myself I wouldn't skip Math anymore.  Because I've skipped honestly the last three classes.  :(  &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/3286151-106730695981422236?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106730695981422236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106730695981422236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106730695981422236' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106722924718456795</id><published>2003-10-26T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T23:34:40.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beep beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a boy from Tennessee named Kris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't load my staple gun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to study for government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look!  It's me when I was 13!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/misc/Kissege.jpg" width="333" length="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And better yet, it's James and Ariel of the once amazing Hippos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Kris to call me....  I really should study.  Bleh.  That's what tomorrow (before 12) is for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106722924718456795?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106722924718456795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106722924718456795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106722924718456795' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106714786344038330</id><published>2003-10-26T01:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T01:57:43.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, so the Ozma show got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who to say this to yet (Ozma or Swayze's), but:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106714786344038330?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106714786344038330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106714786344038330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106714786344038330' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106709538841486903</id><published>2003-10-25T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T11:23:08.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soundwaves::"Total Hate '95" No Doubt/Sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's party was really fun.  Whoo.  REALLY fun.  I really like Porter's house...  all of those people that live there are neat, too.  It was a good time.  I got to play caretaker and tell Alex that he needed to leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was the party fun?  I don't even really remember.  We were all just hanging out...  and then the enemy (BJ) showed up and I didn't even make eye contact with him, but made sure I was having a really good time in front of him.  &lt;br /&gt;Fun things about the party: Strohsey (why do I think he's so cute all of the sudden?) and dancing with Grant, who's a really good dancer, just didn't get that dirty with me because he likes boys.  Understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of feel like I should talk to him...  but I wasn't loaded enough to talk to him without being pissed off.  And his ex was there, that I think he still likes, and I don't really think I want to be that bitch that ruins stuff like that.  Maybe I should be, though, since he's being a complete ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and his girlfriend are coming to pick me up from campus!  Yay!  I'm getting my car for Ozma tonight!  Yay!  And that means we can go Halloween shopping tomorrow!  Yay!  Now, somewhere in there I need to study for my government test and write my english paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's exciting?  I got a 65% on my second Biology exam, class average was a 60%, highest grade was a 90%.  Woowoo.  Obviously, that method of studying worked a LOT better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP I GET TO SEE OZMA TONIGHT!  EEEE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106709538841486903?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106709538841486903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106709538841486903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106709538841486903' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106701805067953000</id><published>2003-10-24T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T13:54:10.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soundwaves::"Pressure and Release" Chris Murray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe some people.  Like, I'm over this whole B.J. thing...  but for him to not even TALK TO ME...  is soooo uncool.  He's such an asshole.  And John is being a total asshole too.  And, you know, for the most part I'm a really nice person and I would just like to know WHAT THE HELL I did to piss him off!  Maybe because he's with Diana now he just can't talk to me or something like that.  I don't understand it.  And I'm upset about it.  At Tech Square today, they would like walk right by me and I'm hanging out with like one person and not say anything.  They're getting ready to leave, I'm obviously WAITING on someone to take me back, but I'm standing all by myself.  No, "Hey, Kari, you're cool, you're our friend, do you need a ride back to campus?"  I don't know.  But it really makes me furious that some people can be like that.&lt;br /&gt;And that some people can be as absolutely spineless as BJ is.  What a sack of shit.  I mean, cool, whatever, you can act like it never happened...  but why the fuck won't you talk to me?!  I'M NOT DISGUSTING!  And I'm actually kind of neat.  Shit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little bit better.  I don't have any emotion when I look at him anymore...  it's just pretty shitty that he acts like I don't even exist.  And he's a funny guy.  But, whatever.  Raa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Georgia Tech is tied with some other teams, 2nd in the ACC.  Pretty exciting.  We're on our way to a bowl game, most definitely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr now I'm thinking about how shitty BJ and John are being.  Grrr.  It's okay.  My other boyfriends have started to take QUITE a huge liking to me and I love them so much.  David was so funny at the game last night and it's always so good to just give Kenny or Shawn a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek and feel so...  I don't know...  just... good.  :)  I don't know what I would be doing without them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is eh.  I think I'll be motivated after today ends.  I'm skipping the rest of my classes, I've decided, which only consists of Biology...  so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised that I drank last night to celebrate the 7-3 over Maryland and managed to get up at 8:30.  Not that I'm going to do that very often...  but...  hehehe.  :-X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to Lisa tonight at her show!  I love you!!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106701805067953000?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106701805067953000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106701805067953000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106701805067953000' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106669474377856758</id><published>2003-10-20T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T20:05:43.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>P.S. - Kari got asked out by a totally random guy this afternoon.  Hmm.  Too bad I a.) don't know him, b.) he is a Physics major, c.) he is lots older than me, and d.) he is a Physics major.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106669474377856758?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106669474377856758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106669474377856758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106669474377856758' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106667467985638404</id><published>2003-10-20T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T14:31:19.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am still overwhelmed with some deepening feeling of sadness.  Granted, buying really cute shirts and pants and shoes helped lessen this feeling.  It's still there.  And it's also making me dislike school.  A lot.  I think I'm burning out.  Like my brain.  I don't want to study.  I'm not motivated to study.  But I know that I need to.  I just feel like a freaking drone sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, alas...  Ozma is coming to town on Saturday, in the midst of all of this mess with the Bands of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'm going to pay one of my friends $10 or so to drive me to Marietta.  Friends with cars, friends with cars, any takers?  I don't even need a ride back!  I'll find one, I promise!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloorgh.  Like right now I should be studying.  Instead, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like...  you really want to talk to someone because you really care about that person, but it's not worth it because they make you feel so crappy?  Yeah.  Definitely going through lots of that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54-46 tonight should be fun.  I'm going to play some Chris Murray, hopefully, but I can't decide between "Rocksteady" and "We Do The Ska."  I like "We Do The Ska" more because the song is a ton better, but it quality is less good, because it's from the "Raw" CD/EP thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of CDs/EPs, I really need to get Winfield, and keep my eyes open for the Hippos release in a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana N.'s birthday is Wednesday.  I wish I had her email address or something.  I'll investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  I'm going to get off my ass in a minute, I swear.  I have class in 20 minutes.  Maybe I can study a little.  Even though I really, really, really don't want to.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106667467985638404?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106667467985638404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106667467985638404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106667467985638404' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-10663918419610441</id><published>2003-10-17T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T07:57:21.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ben from Taj Motel Trio is the most amazing man in the entire world.  Big kiss on the cheek next time I see him.  Well, at least a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SUBURBAN LEGENDS will be playing at good old SWAYZE'S on TUESDAY NOVEMBER 18TH with the TAJ MOTEL TRIO at 7:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect all of you in this kind state of Georgia to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be promoting the hell out of this show.  Get ready.  It's flyer-making time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now...  I should get in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, the bad week has been made good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-10663918419610441?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/10663918419610441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/10663918419610441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#10663918419610441' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106628049663241468</id><published>2003-10-16T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T01:01:36.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Really fed up with a lot of stuff right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's gotten into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this weekend at home.  I just need to get away from everyone and spend some time shopping.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just nap a little and listen to Brand New and get up in a few hours to study some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106628049663241468?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106628049663241468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106628049663241468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106628049663241468' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106626191135427938</id><published>2003-10-15T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T23:10:57.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to have to cry later tonight to feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only men that I like right now, in the present time are gay boys, Ryan, Dave, and Frank.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt (radio boy #1) was funny today.  We talked about my stupidness and I think he helped me realize that I am stupid, but not in a bad way.  And maybe that I'm not stupid, but that the boy in question is mean and selfish and inconsiderate.  I'm happy that Matt is my friend and we talked about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really milling myself to death about this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh!!!  Thought of the day!  I should stop shaving my armpits and become a militant feminist!  Bwaaahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was stronger and better than all of this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:  The crappy poem was just too crappy.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106626191135427938?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106626191135427938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106626191135427938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106626191135427938' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106618493151917677</id><published>2003-10-14T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T22:28:51.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess around with boys whilst inebriated and expect something to come from the actions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can all learn from that piece of advice, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so stupid right now I could hit myself over the head with my Biology book and pass out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, it was fun...  but is it worth this horrible feeling I have in my stomach?  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just going to feel really dumb if that's all that I was to him.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106618493151917677?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106618493151917677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106618493151917677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106618493151917677' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-10659388007990152</id><published>2003-10-12T02:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T08:52:30.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend at Wake Forest was very nice and interesting.  And I'm sure the rest of the weekend camping will hold out for other nice and interesting things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So drunkenness and Diana's birthdayness on Friday night led to Kari, BJ, John, and Diana all drunk and in a king size bed with Tim on the pull out couch.  Since Diana and John are a thing...  well...  don't know what happened...  Well, that's a lie, I know what happened...  not going to go into it here...  just harmless fun times with a cute boy.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!  And Tyler was all maddd cuddling with me before I left to get Diana's phone in John's room.  But getting her phone led to staying the night in the room with the boys.  John is weird, we'll just say that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's kind of like...  am I just a hook up, or does he want to pursue something?  So after I investigated a little and found out some things (psycho ex-girlfriend), I spent the rest of the weekend being grumpy and sulking because he wasn't really talking to me because of all of his other friends around that don't know me (and psycho ex-girlfriend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...  I knew that when I would be over this whole "boy" thing, one would fall in my lap.  That's not really a bad thing at all...  I really wouldn't mind seeing something coming from this stuff with BJ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping this weekend.  I'm going to pack now.  I guess I'll take my last shower until Tuesday in the morning.  That will be fun.  Mmm.  Dirtiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-10659388007990152?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/10659388007990152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/10659388007990152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#10659388007990152' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106575847045422450</id><published>2003-10-10T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T00:01:10.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SOMETHING FOR PEOPLE TO LOOK AT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially Cenate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://titan.guestworld.tripod.lycos.com/wgb/wgbview.dbm?owner=Skatamatic"&gt;Skatamatic Message Board&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I know all of you won't look at it, I'll just paste what I said up here.  And this honestly shows a pretty good recap of that night...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have actually been a fan of Skatamatic for a while. Back when the "Weapons" was attached to the name and you guys played Warped Tour. I always thought it was great that a band had such a great appreciation for its roots and did a really good job musically illustrating that. But it took about 5 seconds for me to lose all respect I ever had for you, as musicians and ESPECIALLY as individuals, when I saw you open for the Toasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house cut you off because you went over your set, it's as simple as that. And when you were put back on, allowed to play "one last song," you carried it out for 15 minutes. The set was totally off key, you didn't sound like yourselves at all, which could have been completely overlooked if you had acted differently. Instead of agreeing to play probably a 45 minute set (when you get booked at a place, they put you on a schedule that you're supposed to follow)... I think you went on for almost an hour and a half. Not only is that in poor taste, but throwing full cans of beer at the sound operator? When they hit me and my friends, standing in the back trying to at least enjoy the show? Now that is low class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bucket of the Toasters did not start shit with you. I was watching all of it happen... you played well over your set and were cut off for a reason. I think it's ridiculous how you reacted to the situation. Absolutely ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the show wholeheartedly ashamed to be from Atlanta because you have put such a stigma on our city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, one last thing, the Toasters are one of the greatest and longest running ska bands in the nation; they influenced probably all of the artists that influenced you, especially Bradley Nowell and Sublime, which you claim to pay such homage to. Would you have reacted the same way if you were opening for him? Disrespecting the Toasters is like disrespecting all ska, and in turn, completely disrespecting your roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing against Skatamatic, I just think you guys need to be put in check. And don't get so wasted onstage, you're honestly making asses out of yourselves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106575847045422450?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106575847045422450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106575847045422450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106575847045422450' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106571772859111080</id><published>2003-10-09T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T12:42:08.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do my feet and calves look ridiculously swollen to anyone else, or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/09Oct03_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/09Oct03_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might explain the great discomfort I have had walking.  Sometimes the pain is so bad I can't lift my feet and I have to drag them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did this all happen because of that drunken game of football on the astroturf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a doctor's visit in order?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106571772859111080?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106571772859111080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106571772859111080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106571772859111080' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106555542576759268</id><published>2003-10-07T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T15:37:05.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I Dislike Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socks&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;Warmness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an epiphany today.  Well, several.  I applied for second semester parking so I can have my car, and I believe I will be attending school over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54-46 last night was fun.  Greg talked like I would be getting the show and he hasn't even see me do anything yet.  All I really have to do is learn the music.  Greg will be co-oping next semester, so...  yeah.  And he wants me to do the show over the summer, too.  Interesting.  Looks like it's going to be mine.  Unless I get some fierce competition.  It's funny, because I totally know Greg.  Like, I've seen him around a lot and stuff and really hoped I would get to work with him on the radio.  :-D  And look at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school over the summer, most likely.  And radio.  And a job hopefully too.  I should get an apartment down here, but I'll be alright to drive back and forth every day.  Heck, everyone else does it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106555542576759268?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106555542576759268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106555542576759268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106555542576759268' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106540304372358239</id><published>2003-10-05T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T21:17:23.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Gotta get on the Microphone Down at Wal-Mart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about some shit that's been on my mind.  Talk about the state of this great nation of ours.  People look to your left, yeah, look to your right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::"All You Can Eat" Ben Folds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick review of the last few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was THE TOASTERS, which was an absolutely amazing time... got to hang out with Alex and Hooper and his new "friend" Josyln who is super nice even if she likes the Bulldawgs.  &lt;br /&gt;I danced my butt off at the show...  like nonstop.  I got socked in the face but some dumbass in the front, so I just went to the back and danced with some kids...  it was fun.  I realized that am getting really good at skanking.  It's all OCskaJoe's influence.  I was snapping my fingers and going all low and shit.  I wish he could have been there to dance with.  I should by some checkered creepers and start being the resident ska kid.  Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/03Oct03_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  So many girls wanted to take a picture with this hottt rudeboy.  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh Saturday was CRAZY.  I was so tired all day.  Long story short, yay, we won our Homecoming 29-21 over NC State.  Good for us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  In between the 7:30 parade and the game, Diana fell asleep on my floor!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/04Oct03_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got some free food at the Alumni reception for band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then played at the Volleyball game against Virginia...  we killed them, too, we won the first 3 games.  Yay.  &lt;br /&gt;I saw this kid, Michael, who hangs out with some kids from Sarah's dorm...  holy CRAP I played football with him last week after the Vanderbilt game and I kind of like him.  I'm sooo surprised he remembered me.  And that he remembered my name.  He was like, "Kari!  Kari!!!" after the volleyball game.  Awww.  That was really nice.  I totally wanted to just...  rrrr...  hehehe.  :-X  Too bad he lives on the other side of campus.  But I think I'm going to start playing at more volleyball games and hopefully talk to him a little more.  I think that's going to be the plan, actually.  :)  He's a super nice guy.  And cuttteee...  not really my type of guy, either, which is weird.  He looks like he should be playing golf with his dad every weekend.  He's not ultra preppy, but definitely not the type I usually go for.  I talked to Summer about him today.  He's friends with Haddy...  so umm... I should just start hanging out with the girls from Fitten more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a shower party in my dorm...  that I joined in on...  it was funny...  lots of dancing and singing in the showers.  I really like Melanie and Ashley, they're so nice and awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;Then Kenny drove us to Octubafest...  brats and beers, it was fun.  I got really loaded....  I'm surprised I held so much, actually, and didn't make a complete ass out of myself.  I had about 7, I believe... hmmm....  interesting.  There was lots of drunken dancing with Diana because she was all upset coz John is being a retard... &lt;br /&gt;Lots of drunken hanging all over Alex and other boys...  it was fun.  Too bad I can't like actually hang all over a boy that's mine.  :(  &lt;br /&gt;Tyler was there, though.  :)  He and Katie are really cute.  I'm genuinely happy for them!  Yay!!  &lt;br /&gt;Sarah got soooo drunk suddenly at the end of the night and we had to carry her back to her dorm and make sure she was okay.  It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept all day today...  wasn't really hungover, just sooo tired from Saturday and dancing all night on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night I'm opting out on Yellowcard (I know, I'm sad too)...  and instead I'm going to band practice, then to Musician's Network, my sound classes, then I'm going to study some with Patrick (maybe), and then I'm going to walk to WREK because I heard back from the guy that does the 54-46 trad ska show Monday nights and he told me to stop by!  :)  So I'm going to start working with him and educating myself about a lot of roots reggae and trad ska.  This guy is graduating in the spring, so he's looking for someone to take over his slot!!!!  How many other people like ska at Georgia Tech?  I think I'm the only one...  so it looks like I might get a SPECIALTY SHOW a LOT earlier than I thought I would.  Hollllyyy crap!  So much excitement!  His show runs from 10-11.  I know I won't have a lot to do with it tomorrow, but I am really eager to see all of the wonderful music he's hiding in those US mail crates...  coz it all belongs to the station and it's all stuff I'll be able to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;So if things go well, I'll get his show, and I think I'll be able to encorporate some 3rd wave into it...  and just have an all-around ska show on Monday nights.  Oh, the happiness.  (For all of you that don't know, a specialty show is what you want.  Regular college radio shows are like, they draw your name out of a hat and say, "Ok, Kari, you're going to be the DJ for Weekend Cornucopia on Saturday from 6-8."  Specialty shows are for experienced DJs and they get lots of freedom as far as what they play goes!  They pick a theme and stick to it, generally!!  YAAAAY!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough typing.  I need to clean my room and get to studying.  Sheesh.  Another fun and wasted weekend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106540304372358239?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106540304372358239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106540304372358239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106540304372358239' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106510401456667509</id><published>2003-10-02T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T10:13:34.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Ben Folds rocks my face.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy these EPs: Sunny 26 and Speed Graphic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me know, Joel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106510401456667509?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106510401456667509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106510401456667509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106510401456667509' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106509570901626699</id><published>2003-10-02T07:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T07:55:08.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soundwaves::"We Are the Few" Streetlight Manifesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I had big rocks to throw at people and things like my website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update of the last few days:&lt;br /&gt;Agonizing school work, little sleep, wholly unproductive days, 10 hours of sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now listen to me on the radio on a fairly regular basis.  I SHOULD be on every Wednesday morning from about 10:00-11:30.  The station is 91.1 FM for those that are local, those that aren't, www.wrek.org.  The music we play is bad, but I actually picked some good stuff yesterday...  I talk about every 15 or 30 minutes.  It's fun.  Matt went to sleep yesterday, kind of made me mad..  I would have liked to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Toasters concert is tomorrow and as of right now I don't have a ride.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm probably just going to whore myself out and ask someone to drop me off at the Masquerade after practice.  Hmm.  But I'd have to be all decked out in my SKA gear.  Which is going to be my Ska against racism shirt and...  some pants of some sort and some shoes of some sort.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been to an exclusively "two tone" concert.  Craaazy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pictures aren't loading again.  Bear with my crappy website.  If I were mean or had any energy, I'll call them and yell at them.  But I don't think I've paid for hosting in a while.  Hmm.  Just that one $125something.  Craaaazy!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari got a package at the post office.  I wonder if it's my Ben Folds stuff that I ordered a while ago.  Hmm!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so cold here and it's just beautiful.  Like the last few days have been 60s.  Yaaaayy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is crazy at the moment.  I've given up the search for a boyfriend.  If I am wanted, one will search me out.  &lt;br /&gt;Every Tuesday night I go to trivia at Joe's on Juniper now, and I've made some really great new friends.  I'm waiting for one of these ridiculously attractive boys that I meet to be STRAIGHT, but that's unlikely at a gay bar...  hhrrrmmmph!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have a bitchy lab report to do.  I haven't looked at it yet, it needs to be done by 1:15.  Eeep.  No lunch for Kari today.  :)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106509570901626699?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106509570901626699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106509570901626699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106509570901626699' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106481347705788375</id><published>2003-09-29T01:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T01:33:31.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/misc/kari.jpg" height="250" length="250"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;You are a Pirate Second Class&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you remember the last time you took&lt;br /&gt; a chance? I do. It was when you decided&lt;br /&gt; to leave the security of your mother's womb &lt;br /&gt; and headed for the bright light. It's time &lt;br /&gt; to head for the next bright light, my friend. &lt;br /&gt; Creativity is not your strong suit. You &lt;br /&gt; are good at doing what you are told to do &lt;br /&gt; and that, in itself, is a gift. It's not a &lt;br /&gt; gift to you, mind you, but rather a gift to &lt;br /&gt; those who will be there to tell you what &lt;br /&gt; to do. You like long walks on the beach and &lt;br /&gt; cuddling, but would never admit that to your  &lt;br /&gt;Guy friends who think you are okay but can't &lt;br /&gt; always remember your name. Tapioca pudding  &lt;br /&gt;seems a bit extreme for a fellow such as  &lt;br /&gt;yerself, what with all the bumps and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing ye be on a pirate ship, &lt;br /&gt; otherwise, ye'd would be walkin' because ye be &lt;br /&gt; positively pedestrian. Have a nice day.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://talklikeapirate.com/ppi.html"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's Yer Inner Pirate?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://talklikeapirate.com"&gt;The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site.&lt;/a&gt; Arrrrr!&lt;/font&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/3286151-106481347705788375?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106481347705788375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106481347705788375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106481347705788375' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106480166657980174</id><published>2003-09-28T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T22:14:26.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;What a Great Weekend&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia at Joe's on Juniper, an exclusive gay bar in Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and Brian do Alex's hair for the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/25Sept03_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/25Sept03_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David works his magic with crazy hair gunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/25Sept03_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes two, baby.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/25Sept03_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian is the best!!  [David, I love you too honey.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/25Sept03_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is such a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/25Sept03_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Shawn "accidentally" takes an inappropriate picture.  Silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/25Sept03_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner and trivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/25Sept03_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww...  they're sooo cuuute.  :)  David and Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/25Sept03_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops!  Behave, Brian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/25Sept03_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/25Sept03_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David pouting/setting stuff on fire/being the bitch of the relationship.  ;)  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang takes Alex out to the Cheesecake Factory to celebrate his birthday.  And we spend $240 between 7 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Alex all dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana, David, and Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and David telling Alex about...  something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy, seductive David Fortune, ladies and gentlemen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy but not so seductive (at least in this pic) Brian.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari and Brian!!!  How cuuuuuteee!!!  Awww Brian is so nice.  We had a good talk about how he read my blog and said that I said the nicest things.  Well, they're all true, honey.  I can't wait until you're here!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla passed out on the couch at Hibbs's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinkin' and singin', what a typical band party.  Buddha, Mike, and John.  John was a little flirtatious with everyone, even me.  Hehehehe.  But maybe that's just because I flirt with him like craaazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, Kari, and Diana's friend Michael.  All of us drunk as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy, seductive, and drunk Diana.  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and Michael think it's a good idea to climb a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex emerges from the tree.  Rear end first.  Hmm.  Does that say something?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy drunkenness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy, seductive, drunk Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/26Sept03_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our amazing swing in all of its glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew walks to Centennial Olympic Park and conditions for the creek-walking they will encounter camping in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/27Sept03_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/27Sept03_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/27Sept03_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, stay out of the water, Alex.  Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/27Sept03_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great foot massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/27Sept03_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, we'z so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/27Sept03_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughty boys!  Drinking in dorm rooms that aren't mine!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we managed to beat Vandy.  Now that we can play the last 5 minutes of a game amazingly, we should put that together with the first 55 minutes of the game and KICK ASS.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106480166657980174?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106480166657980174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106480166657980174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106480166657980174' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106446304544349709</id><published>2003-09-25T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T00:12:23.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self: Don't eat soup whilst trying to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/24Sept03_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106446304544349709?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106446304544349709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106446304544349709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106446304544349709' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106444377816792655</id><published>2003-09-24T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T18:49:37.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like all that I do is mess stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that could go wrong at radio did.  So whatever intentions I had of impressing Matt and just doing really, really well pretty much went down the drain.  I think that's why I was so upset.  My confident ego slapped me in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why we mess up in life.  To learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel stupid...  because I'm not stupid and everything in the world went wrong.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least now I know what not to do.  And...  I'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could have the guts to say something to Matt.  I don't know.  Maybe I'm not completely sure if I like him or not...  I just really think he and I should hang out more aside from our one time a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  And I showed him my blog today at the station, so maybe he'll be reading this.  In that case, I really should shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to write Frank a letter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much stuff right now.  Eep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106444377816792655?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106444377816792655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106444377816792655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106444377816792655' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106437640993541600</id><published>2003-09-24T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T00:06:50.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I'm a great person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was one of those nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad looking at me and singing, with his eyes wide open, smiling at me, "You keep us going on..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason staring me straight in the eyes and singing to me for an entire verse...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon waving to me from the stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad giving a "shout out" to all of those "familiar faces, especially you in this area..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/2K3/23Sept03_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/2K3/23Sept03_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/2K3/23Sept03_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/2K3/23Sept03_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish I could have talked to Jason.  Asked him how the wedding was.  At this rate, they'll be back in a few months anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106437640993541600?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106437640993541600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106437640993541600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106437640993541600' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106428756116762596</id><published>2003-09-22T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T23:26:00.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Pictures, Pictures, Pictures&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::"Twenty Three" Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen and ladies, these are not all of the pictures from last night's adventures.  If you would like all of them (David), just let me know.  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/20Sept03_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzz, our school mascot, directing Bud.  What a pathetic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Sept03_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current state of my bedroom for my friends not in Georgia.  It's crazy how I'm so comfortable here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Sept03_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...  Johnny Knoxville.  *giggle*  Sorry, I have to be the typical college girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Sept03_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: the only thing that gets me through this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Sept03_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's pre-birthday cake that his mother made him...  good as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Sept03_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's affinity for screws comes out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Sept03_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at us, we're such lazy bums.  Ok, maybe I should speak for myself.  I'm such a lazy bum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Sept03_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott tries to lick Sarah as they fight over the screw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Sept03_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Sept03_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and the screw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Sept03_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddd hottt girl-on-girl action.  Literally.  ;)  Kari and Sarah.  Owww!  Hotness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Sept03_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Sept03_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex patiently teaches Tim Calculus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Sept03_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, ladies and gentlemen, in all of his glory, is Brian!  For some reason I was very nervous to meet Brian and I didn't think he would like me...  but oh my he's great.  :)  I'm so happy for David.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Sept03_26.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Sept03_25.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and Brian.  Oooh I can't wait for Brian to move here next month!!  Fun times!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106428756116762596?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106428756116762596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106428756116762596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106428756116762596' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106418649551385242</id><published>2003-09-21T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T19:21:35.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Weekend in [rough] Quotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 PM - "Diana, are you ready?" ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;"Ready for what?" ~ Diana&lt;br /&gt;"The new...  and improved...  T.J. Gross!!!" ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... my... &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt; you look &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;GOOD&lt;/b&gt;!!!" ~ Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 PM - "If you have a really juicy fart, you can get ecoli.  I swear.  Katie almost DIED from it!!!" ~ My Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 AM - "I thought showgirls were classy?" ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 AM - "I had a dream that I was a showgirl and I sucked coz I couldn't dance." ~ Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30 PM - "What the FUCK where the HELL is EVERY DAMN BODY?!?!" ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:10 PM - "But Kari, you know I like you, come back after the show and party with us." ~ Pavan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:20 PM - "I don't feel like paying $20 to see Allister play for 25 minutes...  where the hell is Scottie?" ~ Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 PM - "Why don't you just stuff your uniform with pillows and come back and see Home Grown?  No one will notice you're gone!  Come on!  You know you want to!  You always see Home Grown!!!" ~ Pavan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 PM - "Spirit band sucks!" ~ Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:40 PM - "I want to get laid tonight." ~ Kenny&lt;br /&gt;"I don't." ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;"You &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't??!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" ~ Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45 PM - "Who wants some loud juice?  Anyone?  Anyone?" - Chris (Satan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45 PM - "What the FUCK are we doing?!" ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;"Sucking." ~ Abigail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 PM - "Kari, let's just sneak out during third quarter and go party with your hot rock stars." ~ Shawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 PM - "Are you going to Naked Josh's party?" ~ David&lt;br /&gt;"No, I have to be at like three parties.  I'm going to hang out with hot rock stars tonight." ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;"But you can come hang out with hot boys at Naked Josh's!" ~ David&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but, they're gay.  I need some straight boys tonight.  No offense." ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 PM - "What was the score?  Tirty-nine, tirty-nine, tirty-tirty nine ta tree!  tirty-nine ta tree!" ~ Random drunken Clempsun fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 PM - "I'm going to be honest with you, I'm really drunk right now.  Are there any girls you can bring with you?" ~ Pavan&lt;br /&gt;"I'm bringing Natalie." ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;"The girl with the big boobs?" ~ Pavan&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 PM - "Where are you?!  Get your ass to the dance party!" ~ Pavan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:15 AM - "Holy shit, who's smacking my ass?  John E. Trash?!" ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:25 AM - "It's time for D.J. Trash, ladies and gentlemen!" ~ Random guy from Allister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30 AM - "Natalie, look, it's Tim from Allister!" ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;"Totally humping that 16 year old!" ~ Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:20 AM - "Did Dan just completely take off his pants or was that just me?" ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;"No, that was definitely his penis." ~ Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 AM - "Would you be okay if me and Natalie left for about 15 minutes?" ~ Pavan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:15 AM - "So this is what happens after the show." ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30 AM - "Kari!  Kaaaaaaaaaaari come swiiiiing with us!  We're swinging!  Come outside!!!" ~ Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15 AM - "What the fuck?  Oh, shit, it's Sunday." ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:10 AM - "Good morning Sarah.  When did you go to sleep?" ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;"About an hour and a half ago." ~ Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:45 AM - "Holy shit!  This is the slide from hell!!!" ~ Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 AM - "How come we're not hitting the water?  We're not going to hit it!!! *DROWNS IN HUGE RAPID*" ~ Kari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm tired.  It's past my nap time.  I just cleaned up the dorm.  Went white water rafting today.  Fun times.  Good weekend.  I hope I don't have any homework I should be doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106418649551385242?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106418649551385242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106418649551385242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106418649551385242' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106376919685062210</id><published>2003-09-16T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T23:26:36.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soundwaves::"At the Wake" the Format&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bug bite on my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I love school more and more each day.  Granted, studying sucks, but once you get it out of the way (or not REALLY out of the way, but you know what I mean), there's so much room for funness.  Tonight, Sarah, Alex, and I went to dinner and then did our laundry together and studied outside by our swing.  Awww.  I understand now what people mean when they say you make the friends for the rest of your life in college.  &lt;br /&gt;And even studying can be funness.  Sarah and I study in the library every week now...  and it's cool to just be there with her, we help each other through it, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have gone to trivia tonight with the boys...  but...  I've been pretty productive.  I think my only strategy is to take lots of naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures from my site should all be back up here, I'm just guessing we maxxed out my viewing allotment, though they didn't say anything about it.... huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first Survey of Calculus exam back today to see a big fat 100 written on it.  The class average was a 73.  It is my goal to be the girl that messes up the curve.  I know that's a dumb way to be motivated, but, ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a paper due in English.  I don't know what my professor wants, so I gave him a big mixture of stuff.  He'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a very hard Biology exam.  I'm confident that I passed, but outside of that...  umm....  yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalker boy talked to me today.  Suprise, suprise he knows my name.  He got all nervous when he talked to me...  but I was being a bitch anyways because I don't want him to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, kids, I think I'm going to go downstairs to study some more and see if Alex is still working on Chemistry.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106376919685062210?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106376919685062210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106376919685062210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106376919685062210' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106360405149647178</id><published>2003-09-15T01:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T02:52:04.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of course I should be studying for Biology.  Shh.  Sorry.  I swang with my friends tonight and several new friends joined the swinging club.  I adore my friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name Four Habits You Have:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Singing completely off key.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Talking to wieners on the internet.  Hahaha Joel.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Liking and hating boys.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Having the best friendships/relationships in the world with people that live in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name Four Things That You Wish You Had:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Scholarship to USC.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Insane amounts of Biology knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;3.  A parking permit on Tech Campus.  But that requires $500 a year.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Someone to...  uhh...  push me on swings and hold my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name Four Scents You Love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My perfume.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Dressed up boys.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Cloves/Black and Milds.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name Four People That Know You the Best:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Frank.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Allison.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Patty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name Four Things You'd Never Wear:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Short shorts.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Camoflauge.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pleather.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Wool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name Four Things You Are Thinking About Now:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  California.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Boys in general.  A few in particular.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Home Grown.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Studying for Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name Four Things That You Have Done Today:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Watched Scott jump Diana's car from my band director's at 6:30 AM.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Slept.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Studied.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Swung with my super great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name the Last Four Things You Have Bought:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Waffle House.&lt;br /&gt;2.  McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Yellowjacket tattoos for Saturday's game.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Piggly Wiggly in Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name Four Bands/Groups Most People Don't Know You Like:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Justin Timberlake.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Hot Hot Heat.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Steel Train.&lt;br /&gt;4.  The Starting Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name Four Drinks You Regularly Drink:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Water.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pink Lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Sarah's Cherry Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Grade Teacher's Name?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Flynn maybe.  I think that was 3rd grade.  I have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Words You Said:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you need any help, just knock on my door, I'll be up late," to my hallmate Lynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Song You Sang?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Undercover Funny" Atom and His Package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Person You Hugged?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex.  For some reason I was very brutal to him tonight.  So I hugged him in apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Thing You Laughed At?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I throwing rocks at Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Time You Said 'I Love You' And Meant It?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my mommy on the phone at 10:28 tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Time You Cried?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dumb as it is, I almost cried at the game on Saturday...  but the last time I actually cried was when I was having my heart to heart with Ryan.  The conversation we had was at least 3 years overdue and brought up just a lot of... stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's In Your Compact Disc Player?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redifining Music - Atom and His Package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Color Socks Are You Wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Under Your Bed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridge, microwave, fan, food, three bean bag cubes, table, storage squares full of snacks and drinks and silverware and plates and pots and pans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Time Did You Wake Up Today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 AM, 10:30 AM, 12:30 PM, 6:00 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Taste?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spearmint extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Hair?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Clothes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi's, white undershirt, blue Big D hoodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Annoyance?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contact in my right eye.  And boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Longing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Desktop Picture?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RxB Resignation with the boys with tape over their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Worry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys.  Wanting one is a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Hate?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Physical Feature Of The Opposite Sex?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I like everything.  *giggles*  But a ridiculously charming smile can win me over in nanoseconds.  Grrrr!!!!  STUPID BOYS WITH NICE TEETH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last CD You Bought?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Dashboard and new Brand New.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Place To Be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my bed or outside of the dorms on the swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Least Favorite Place?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dorm room.  Unless I'm sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time You Wake Up In The Morning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually 7:20.  Or 8:20.  Or 8:45...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If You Could Play An Instrument?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Color?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Right now they're white and gold, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do You Believe In An Afterlife?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think that's a question that will be answered when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Tall Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal.  Not a sasquatch like Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Saying?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.  I saying, "What the HELL?!" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Season?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One Person From Your Past You Wish You Could Go Back and talk to:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Paul.  He didn't really know how much he meant to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had a really great day about two weeks ago.  It was just awesome and amazing.  Nothing really happened.  I like my birthday.  I think we're going to celebrate my half birthday this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where Would You Like To Go? right now?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Back outside with my friends.  Or walking with one of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is Your Career Going To Be Like? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.  It's going to start out kind of slowly...  I won't make much money for a long time... and then alllllll of the sudden...  it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Many Kids Do You Want?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One or so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Car?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Type A Line You Remember From Any Book:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The horror, the horror."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Random Lyric:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anything worth waiting for, worth living for, worth dying for?"  Why do I like Dashboard Confessional so much again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;identify some of the things surrounding your computer:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My printer, my sharpies, my Paul Frank dome like, body lotion, tons of post it notes, my telephone, my DVDs, the magical box with a condom in it, my bed...  the window... pictures of prom and Frank...  And...  yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106360405149647178?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106360405149647178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106360405149647178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106360405149647178' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106356301643126832</id><published>2003-09-14T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T14:11:56.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Proceed with Caution: My Weekend in Pictures&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Bus ride to Panama City, arrived around 10:30.  Partying ensues.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Hungover bus ride to Tallahassee, Florida, which I am conviced is one of the crappiest places on this earth.  Kickoff against F$U (sucks) at 8:00 PM.  One of the best games ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further adieu...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the wheels on the bus go round and round...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_01.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arm rest mutiny against Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari (in RAT cap) and Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toad Stool.  Disguised as Kari.  This is actually Diana's really amazing pillow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walker in the foreground laboring over Mad Libs with onlookers Scott, Bryce, and Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walker and Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott.  Haha.  What a funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark.  An even funnier guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you rock the party that rocks the body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny modeling Diana's platforms.  For some reason I get the feeling that he's done this before...  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David.  The best VET ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I would like to say that this is the best picture of David ever.  Secondly, David is wearing Diana's pants.  Go buy some, David.  They're adorable.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex joins the fun and gets in Diana's pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drunken Alex and a much more drunken Bobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim, Alex, and David looking at Alex's hottt assss in Diana's pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random picture...  but Boezi's in it.  ::wink, wink::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex flexing.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, quit stealing my camera and taking obscene pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari and her two boyfriends.  Shawn and David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are only allowed to do this because they like boys.  Keep that in mind, gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times on the bed.  Kari and Diana.  Aww.  Diana is the best!  I'm so glad she's in band with us now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore this picture.  Kari and Diana close up and PERSONAL!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/12Sept03_24.MOV"&gt;Alex's dance.&lt;/a&gt;  Absolutely hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the next day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Sept03_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning Sarah and Kevin!  I hope you two "slept" nicely!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Sept03_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful view of our beautiful hotel from our beautiful balcony.  We got paid $23 to stay there.  Wowsers.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Sept03_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More beautiful view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Sept03_04.jpg"&gt;The only proper cure for a hangover is Waffle House.  The crew, left to right:  Kevin, Sarah, Amy, and Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Sept03_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waffle House isn't Waffle House without mega MULLET ACTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Sept03_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of the beach from the tip top of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Sept03_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More hotelness.  What a pretty part of Panama City.  I don't remember it being that pretty ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Sept03_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More beach and hotels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Sept03_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana says, "Holy crap why do we have to be up at 11:30?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Sept03_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach side of our hotel.  I heard a rumor that out of all 150 rooms, 80 of them were for band.  We owned this hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Sept03_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be nice to get paid to look hot and get tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Sept03_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair for the game!  Go Diana!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/13Sept03_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only shot I took of the scoreboard that came out.  &lt;br /&gt;Tech held F$U (sucks) scoreless until the 4th quarter.  We got so much respect for the way we played.  Great job, guys.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106356301643126832?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106356301643126832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106356301643126832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106356301643126832' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106324785553554072</id><published>2003-09-10T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T22:37:35.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'm always the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things have made me cry in the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just study and stop thinking about crap.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106324785553554072?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106324785553554072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106324785553554072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106324785553554072' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106316892438097383</id><published>2003-09-10T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T00:43:29.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Several things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/misc/Old school Shawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing google searches on people is really fun.  Like REALLY fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn, I love you, I really do.  You're amazing.  So this is why I feel like I can post embarassing pictures of you in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's right...  I've gotten mean in my old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look at how cute we were at Six Flags!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/misc/SixFlags.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right:  Sarah, Kari, Shawn, David, Alex.&lt;br /&gt;We're a cute bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's neat how here things revolve so much more around my friends.  I feel so...  loved.  *sniffle*  Now we're just going to try and fill that cuddling hole in my heart.  Frank writing really sappy poems doesn't make it much better, but there is a gentlman in consideration.  I miss Frank.  Waaaahh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan for fall break is well underway.  I believe I have all of the necessary supplies to make the weekend good.  David just needs to not go to whatever wedding so he and Brian can join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling tonight's going to be another one of those nights where I stay up until 2 and don't get anything done.  I will do my definitions and then go to sleep.  I promise!  Tomorrow's my busy day.  Huh.  Class from 9-6.  Plus dinner around 7.  Maybe I'll ask the gentlment in consideration to join my group for dinner.  I have to play it cool.  He will approach me.  He will.  Coz he said hi to me yesterday.  Ooof.  It's so weird to be so consumed with emotion for someone...  when it's just the general, "Hee hee I like you," stuff.  I barely know this guy.  I should take it easy...  but his looks don't help.  He is very much like my kind of guy.  I think.  Maybe.  We'll see.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106316892438097383?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106316892438097383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106316892438097383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106316892438097383' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106298840443872777</id><published>2003-09-07T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T22:33:24.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/06Sept03_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahahahahaha.  I love Diana!!!  Aaaaaaaaaaaahahah!&lt;br /&gt;And our new uniforms are actually quite nice.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106298840443872777?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106298840443872777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106298840443872777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106298840443872777' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106286600226511477</id><published>2003-09-06T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T12:33:22.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;WARNING: PICTURE POST&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this post is for all of the new kids that look at my blog.  PLEASE feel free to comment.  Hahaha.  Like I told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other friends, this might completely bore or amaze you.  I'm sorry.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was &lt;b&gt;GEORGIA TECH NIGHT&lt;/b&gt; at Six Flags!  Yay!  Haha.  Basically our school rented out the ENTIRE park for about 6,000 people, when usually somewhere between 30,000 and 40,000 are at the park.  It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has nothing to do with Six Flags, but this is (part of) the beautiful skyline view from one of our practice fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apartments by Wendy's that David says, "Burn down like every day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see our enthusiasm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is an interesting boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right for those of you that don't know them: Alex, Sarah, and Shawn trying to hide from the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David.  Hmm.  This is a kind of suggestive picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn's pants.  Another suggestive picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think all of these pictures are a big suggestive.  That's because David stole my camera.  Alex's hindquarters.  *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, I love you.  I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Alex a cutie?  And ladies, he's single!!  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike a pose, vouge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn on Monster Plantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like this picture.  Night blur is awesome.  Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More contrast on Monster Plantation.  Sarah and David.  &lt;br /&gt;Right after the kissing booth.  Kari got kissed by two boys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim's finger and Kari and Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David splashing water on the Monster Plantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, blacklight rides are a lot less scary when you can actually see the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACRAPHOBIA.  Scared the hell out of me!!!  Oh my god.  It was soooooooooo scary and I can't believe I did it.  Like, if you ever thought you were going to die (I have a few times, scary car accidents, etc.), this is like...  exactly like that.  Sooo crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go, Alex.  This picture's for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;VIDEOS!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me give you directions for these videos.  You should be able to RIGHT-CLICK on the hyperlink and SAVE THE TARGET AS...  then open it in a REAL PLAYER and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_23.MOV"&gt;Movie #1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/05Sept03_24.MOV"&gt;Movie #2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as for now...  it's GAMEDAY!!!!!!!  And everyone's freaking tailgating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106286600226511477?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106286600226511477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106286600226511477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106286600226511477' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106265553334333518</id><published>2003-09-04T02:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T02:05:33.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The more time I spend on Biology, the more I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of this week I should be absolutely in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...  I just thought I would say hello to my new audience.  You know who you are.  I encourage you boys to comment.  It's not very difficult!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106265553334333518?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106265553334333518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106265553334333518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106265553334333518' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106255747456498187</id><published>2003-09-02T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T22:51:14.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided Post-It notes are the key to success and organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/02Sept03_01.jpg"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Eesh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY JAMES PICKED WES, JAMES PICKED WES, JAMES PICKED WES!!  They almost made me cry!  Why can't heterosexual relationships be as beautiful to me as gay men are?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh- and a side note- I feel stupid that Brian was gay.  Heehehe.  My next guess was Franklin though.  I want to go on the show!!!  Whoooo!!  As the hag, not a contestant!  It would be difficult to act like a gay woman.  Hmm.  Interesting.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106255747456498187?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106255747456498187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106255747456498187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106255747456498187' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106251607245801366</id><published>2003-09-02T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T11:25:39.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>48/50 on my Slackulus quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class average was a 42/50.  Wow.  The retards surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed.  I screwed up the last problem.  I'm so stupid.  It was like...  518+36x or something, and I said it was 5.18+36x.  But at least she was nice and only took off two points.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished English.  Right on schedule.  I think I'll eat something before I get on the bus to WREK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Sarah.  We spent like 30 minutes sitting outside last night just talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tuesday.  I've got lots of stuff to do today.  Rrrr!  I think I'm like 2 1/2 sections behind in Slackulus, 3 1/2 chapters behind in Biology...  I haven't cracked my Government book, but I really don't think I need to.  Hmm.  If I just bust my balls I should be good by the beginning of next week.  :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106251607245801366?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106251607245801366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106251607245801366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106251607245801366' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106250274204312110</id><published>2003-09-02T07:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T07:39:02.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;I Realize That Everyone That Lives Will One Day Die and Die Alone&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundwaves::"I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light" Brand New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  So I love Brand New now.  I really hope I can get a ride to the Dashboard Confessional show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the first time I've missed Ben Folds in Atlanta in...  about 5 years.  Most excellent.  I just couldn't exactly justify spending almost $50 on a ticket to see him in a crappy ass venue from really far away.  Alex said it was awesome.  I wish I had known he was going, coz if I had a ride I probably would just suck it up and buy the ticket anyway.  Rrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made two friends on my hall now...  Lynn and Colleen.  Super nice!  They're both really interested in music and I think if I hang out with them some, they'll help me focus where I need to focus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Nicki (got) kissed by someone this weekend while she was at the beach and she decided to tell David.  She left here last night at like 12:30.  I wonder how that worked out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all day yesterday studying and I still have so much to do.  I'm pretty much focusing on getting AND STAYING caught up with Biology, but this will cause me to get behind in other things.  Oh well.  If I just bust my ass this week, I should be able to get caught up with Math, too.  It really doesn't matter now that I'm behind, but it will start mattering in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with David for like AN HOUR yesterday and I miss him so much!  Like I said, it's ridiculous.  But tonight is gay Tuesday, so at least I'll be able to watch my shows and do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  I can't wait for my shower in a few minutes.  I AM SO DIRTY.  Hehehehe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is today's agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 AM:  Slackulus recitation...  get quizzes back (hopefully) and do nothing&lt;br /&gt;10-11:30:  Work on homework for WebX for English.&lt;br /&gt;12 PM:  Go to WREK, look at schedule grid, realize there is no radio slot that I can bitch intern for and freak out.&lt;br /&gt;12:30-1:15:  READ READ READ READ READ READ BIOLOGY!&lt;br /&gt;1:30-3:00:  English with Christopher, Weston, and my new (cute) friend Brandon from band that plays trumpet.&lt;br /&gt;3-7:30:  READ READ READ READ READ READ BIOLOGY!  Right now the current rate is about 2 hours/chapter.  I have a little over 3 chapters to take notes on.  The goal is to get up to Chapter 6, which is tomorrow's lecture topic.  &lt;br /&gt;8:00: Make Spaghetti dinner, eat.&lt;br /&gt;9:00-11:00: GAY TUESDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;11:00:  Maybe work on my lab report?  Who knows!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  And I'm still sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, talked to Nicki about the condom thing.  She was really scared coz it was kind of like me calling her out on it...  but I think we have an understanding now.  Maybe they will just break up.  But then, I guarantee it'd only be like two weeks and she'd have a new boyfriend.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106250274204312110?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106250274204312110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106250274204312110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106250274204312110' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106238886086363786</id><published>2003-09-01T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T00:01:35.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Oh, College Life&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't lazy before you go to college, college will make you that way.  Holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Hooper came and visited.  Sarah and I slept until like 2, watched an episode of Queer Eye with Hoop, went to Little Five points, came back, and decided to go to THE MOST LAME BAND PARTY EVER.  I felt really bad because of how the evening ended up...  but oh well.  Chinese and shopping was good and Hooper's a great guy and I CAN'T WAIT until he's down here for forever!  Yay!  So someone can suffer with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today one of Sarah's friends came into town.  We went to Jocks and Jill's and he paid for our lunch, it was really sweet, then took me grocery shopping... I spent like $40 on pretty much just shit that I needed.  And a lot of shit I didn't need.  &lt;br /&gt;But anyways we were like hanging out and stuff and then I kind of noticed Kevin had a thing for Sarah and they were getting kind of close so I decided to leave.  Plus I'm tired as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN I realized I was supposed to hang out with Natalie tonight...  so I called her and she's coming to pick me up and take me to the Majestic...  which is some little joint that sells milkshakes and fries, which is EXACTLY what I'm in the mood for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I'm going to treat tomorrow like a regular school day.  I have to:&lt;br /&gt;Read AT LEAST 3 chapters in Biology and take kick ass notes.&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST start my lab writeup for Biology, so I can take any questions to recitation on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Read AT LEAST half of my English reading (82 pages) and post my WebCT response, which will take like 2 hours because I have to be perfect again, since he used my last posting as THE EXAMPLE for the class.&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST define the terms in my government book for what we should have read, make sure I know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;CATCH UP on Slackulus homework.  Like 3 sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have my work cut out for me.  I have a Math Exam in two weeks, and also a Biology exam.  Eep!  Kind of scared about Biology!!  But since Nicki's been skipping class all of the time, I'm really motivated to bust my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss David so freaking much!  I haven't seen him since Wednesday!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously going through withdrawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really tired.  I need to get into a regular sleeping thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmph.  Hopefully this diner will be fun and we won't hang out for TOO long.  Coz little miss Kari is sleepy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106238886086363786?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106238886086363786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106238886086363786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106238886086363786' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106227201090622857</id><published>2003-08-30T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T15:35:01.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most fun thing this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being nice by taking out roommate's trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing used condom in said trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bllllehhhhhhhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106227201090622857?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106227201090622857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106227201090622857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106227201090622857' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106222235672238941</id><published>2003-08-30T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T01:45:56.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things said over the last few days that bug me a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kari, you hang out with gay people too much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we won football all of the time in the 50's because it was before integration."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's sad when (insert gay friend's name here) is the coolest person in your assigned group."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I like (insert gay friend's name here), but I don't like (insert gay friend's name here) because he/she is gay."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What, do you not like me coz I'm straight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand a lot of this is in good fun...  but sometimes it's not fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.  I'm getting defensive.  I'm just going to act like I don't hear people say these things.  Except this has been said a lot in a very short amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else think it's cute that I'm cleaning up my dorm room for Hooper?  :)  He's staying the night Saturday...  tonight...  maybe.  Hanging out and watching movies...  going shopping...  whatever.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like having your own personal rudeboy, it's great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106222235672238941?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106222235672238941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106222235672238941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106222235672238941' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106217120539111162</id><published>2003-08-29T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T11:33:25.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059295384_pBringiton.jpg" border="0" alt="CWINDOWSDesktopBringiton.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bring It On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What%20movie%20Do%20you%20Belong%20in%3F(many%20different%20outcomes!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DistillaNation/1059596730_sliberated.gif" border="0" alt="The liberty spikes"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You like the Mohawk or liberty spikes!!!!!!!! You&lt;br&gt;rock thats what i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DistillaNation/quizzes/Witch%20Hair%20style%20would%20you%20have./"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Witch Hair style would you have.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/pressthebigredbutton/1055173051_ydeficient.jpg" border="0" alt="morally deficient"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Threat rating: Medium. Your total lack of decent&lt;br&gt;family values makes you dangerous, but we can&lt;br&gt;count on some right wing nutter blowing you up&lt;br&gt;if you become too high profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/pressthebigredbutton/quizzes/What%20threat%20to%20the%20Bush%20administration%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What threat to the Bush administration are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106217120539111162?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106217120539111162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106217120539111162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106217120539111162' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106208204936208594</id><published>2003-08-28T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T10:47:29.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I honestly wonder how the kids in my Survey of Calculus class made it into this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm in high school again.  And not even 12th grade, like 10th!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaarggghhh!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a FREAKIN QUIZ says, "Find the best LINEAR MODEL" you don't FREAKIN FIND THE QUADRATIC MODEL!  Holy hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my TA (Teaching assistant) weren't so nice and didn't tell them that it should be a LINEAR MODEL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this must explain the GPA distribution for my professor.  It's not that the class is hard, it's just that the people who take it are MORONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have missed one part of a problem though.  But I'm going to either get a 50/50 or a 45/50.  Hrrmm.  I think you can have negative revenue, thouhg, so I should be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106208204936208594?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106208204936208594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106208204936208594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106208204936208594' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106199438457079086</id><published>2003-08-27T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T10:26:24.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;The Will to Suck-Seed&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates concerning school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently sick as a dog.  I'm very phlegmy and it's really difficult to swallow, so Sarah's been giving me Nyquil and Dayquil and now I just feel like a zombie.  Getting sick during school here is not a good idea.  At all.  I could hardly stay awake in Calculus and I will most likely be gone from 12-6 today because of classes.  I have government from 12-1, but I'm debating whether or not I'll go...  then I have Biology recitation, which is not required, but this girl on my hall said it helped A LOT from 2-3, then I have regular Biology lecture from 3-4 and then...  band from 4-6.  Rar!  It's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have already won the heart of my English teacher.  Weston presented yesterday during class and scared the HELL out of me because he's so damn art smart, but the boy went to GHP for art, so that makes sense.  I have so much fun sneeking peaks at his doodlings, though.  *giggle*  But I don't think we're going to get married.&lt;br /&gt;But yes, my English teacher already likes me, I can tell.  Yay!!  We were discussing some stuff with Duchamp, and I got really into it and made all of the points he wanted to hear.  He's a lot like my last English teacher...  she would throw out these really abstract ideas and expect us to pull them together and make all of these connections.  I'm used to it.  But I was usually wrong last year when I made really abstract connections... I must be on the ball this year.  I got two, "Yes, I completely agree with you.  You're exactly right,"'s from my current English teacher.  He seems like a good guy.  I was a little hesitant with his class at first, because he came off as a kind of artsy-fartsy hermit...  but I think things will work out for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have determined from my previous post, last night was the first installment of Gay Tuesday...  where Sarah and I watch Boy Meets Boy and Queer Eye and do laundry.  Too bad I caught onto the seasons so late.  David made fun of me.  Hehehe.  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...  I think I'm going to do some homework.  Or go to sleep.  I really should see what's in the fridge and make some lunch.  Mmm.  Foood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I skip government?  I think I should.  I don't know.  Hmm.  I learned a little bit in there the last day I had class....  but...  rrrgghhh!  &lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  Nicki's skipped a lot of classes already, and I kind of just want to hold on and be strong...  hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll drag myself to class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106199438457079086?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106199438457079086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106199438457079086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106199438457079086' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106195560504276961</id><published>2003-08-26T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T23:40:04.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KariFullofSka: Who do you think is the straight one on Boy Meets Boy?  I'm going for Brian.  And if James or whatever his name is doesn't pick Wes, I will hunt him down and kill him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-&gt; I'm such a better hag than that bitch with the big thighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106195560504276961?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106195560504276961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106195560504276961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106195560504276961' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106185590861680825</id><published>2003-08-25T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T19:58:28.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/annie1454/1060637568_selizabeth.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x87aab5c)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Elizabeth Swann&lt;br /&gt;You're almost always fair and brave. You know what&lt;br&gt;to do when you're in trouble. You're also very&lt;br&gt;smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/annie1454/quizzes/%20-x-What%20charater%20from%20Pirates%20of%20the%20Carribbean%20are%20you%3F(with%20pictures)-x-/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt; -x-What charater from Pirates of the Carribbean are you?(with pictures)-x-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106185590861680825?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106185590861680825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106185590861680825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106185590861680825' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106166102898526598</id><published>2003-08-23T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T13:50:28.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/ligeia18/1059091225_eswhoreAIM.gif" border="0" alt="Whore"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're an AIM WHORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ligeia18/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20AIM-er%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of AIM-er are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106166102898526598?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106166102898526598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106166102898526598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106166102898526598' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106166041513634706</id><published>2003-08-23T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T13:40:15.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.  This is going to be a ridiculous amount of pictures from the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why tell my stories in words when I have the pictures for you all to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/17Aug03_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicki and David fighting sometime before the "break up."  Which was followed by the "make up."  You know how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Aug03_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech towers at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Aug03_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah playing with her cell phone during Matrix: Reloaded.  About 20 minutes after this, she and I went to sleep.  On our blankets in the grass.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Aug03_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah in the swing right outside of our dorm.  At like 9:30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/21Aug03_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicki holding her crotch.  This is my roommate, everyone, in all of her glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAST NIGHT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much booze.  Too many (or, I guess, not enough) gay guys.  I still haven't decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/22Aug03_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Naked Josh...  who is very cute.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/22Aug03_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and David using Maryland's "sobriety test" to see if they were drunk.  Anyone wonder what the results were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/22Aug03_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of David doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/22Aug03_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of Alex doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/22Aug03_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh my boys are so cute!!  Josh and David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/22Aug03_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/22Aug03_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, don't kill me for putting this up here, it's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/22Aug03_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the party winds down.  Sarah and Matt, Tim in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioandvisual.com/images/digicam/22Aug03_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn passed out on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the party was lots of fun except for the fact that Josh is a lush, I got pretty sick, and I got humped in the head twice.  David protected me, though, so it was okay.  And then I slept with him.  :)  Whoo!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe so I'm going home today and Sarah and I are taking naps then going to the laser show, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106166041513634706?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106166041513634706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106166041513634706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106166041513634706' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106156236063257319</id><published>2003-08-22T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T10:26:00.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By some freak accident, Meghan the Prep, who is attending U(sic)GA, knows Weston.  From GHP.  This is Weston...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.valdosta.edu/ghp/ghp2002/art/art_pics/gallery2/weston.jpg"&gt;  I don't know why he's trying to look all sexy in that picture...  but hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear some wedding chimes in my head.  lol not really, but dang.  Meghan knows him!  Says he is a really good guy, but weird.  Went to GHP for art.  Amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh...  more pictures later?  Maybe.  This weekend is full of parties and sleep, like they all should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106156236063257319?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106156236063257319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106156236063257319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106156236063257319' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106152600660451295</id><published>2003-08-22T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T00:20:06.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blogger's acting funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.  And I met my future husband today.  His name is Weston.  And I didn't really meet him.  *purr*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106152600660451295?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106152600660451295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106152600660451295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106152600660451295' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106138061057349438</id><published>2003-08-20T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T07:56:50.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's only the third day of school and I already don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll suck it up and just study, study, study, and I should get pretty good grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to be a lot busier.  I thought there was going to be more for me to do than read, take notes, and do moronic "Calculus" problems.  The only class that seems overwhelmingly difficult is Biology.  English should be a semi-breeze once I tap into the creative writing side of myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex (hottie from band) IMed me today after I emailed him...  and I have this big feeling that David and I are going to fight over him...  even though he's completely straight.  David is funny.  Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the Finch comments, Alex, but you know that I don't care for them.  And also, you should know that I'll respect your music taste no matter what.  They're just not my flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to pass on a shower this morning and take one after class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need some Redbull to get me through this year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there aren't any big/good parties this weekend, I'm going to go home with Sarah to SLEEP and SHOP.  Sounds like a blast.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106138061057349438?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106138061057349438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106138061057349438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106138061057349438' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106126470395812770</id><published>2003-08-18T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T23:45:03.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stole this from Ralph because it looks cool and I'm convinced that no one reads my journal, so I won't be annoying them with really long surveys.  This is all for personal benefit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME: &lt;br /&gt;01 | Fire.&lt;br /&gt;02 | Dying.&lt;br /&gt;03 | Slowly losing my hearing.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE WHO MAKE ME LAUGH: &lt;br /&gt;01 | Nicki.&lt;br /&gt;02 | Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;03 | Daivd.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I LOVE: &lt;br /&gt;01 | The RxBandits.&lt;br /&gt;02 | Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;03 | Feeling smart.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I HATE: &lt;br /&gt;01 | Feeling stupid.&lt;br /&gt;02 | People enforcing their beliefs upon me.&lt;br /&gt;03 | Finch.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND:&lt;br /&gt;01 | Politics.&lt;br /&gt;02 | Racisim.&lt;br /&gt;03 | Arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS ON MY DESK:&lt;br /&gt;01 | The 12-color Sharpie collection.&lt;br /&gt;02 | Wheat Thins.&lt;br /&gt;03 | Paul Frank glass filled with Diet Coke w/ lemon.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I'M DOING RIGHT NOW: &lt;br /&gt;01 | Chewing on ice.&lt;br /&gt;02 | Talking to Ralph.&lt;br /&gt;03 | Typing.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE: &lt;br /&gt;01 | Go on tour.&lt;br /&gt;02 | Go skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;03 | Go to Italy.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I CAN DO: &lt;br /&gt;01 | Spell.&lt;br /&gt;02 | Walk to almost any building on campus in 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;03 | Sing all of the rap to Recapitulation.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS TO DESCRIBE MY PERSONALITY: &lt;br /&gt;01 | Energetic.&lt;br /&gt;02 | Creative.&lt;br /&gt;03 | Cool.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I CAN'T DO: &lt;br /&gt;01 | Sing.&lt;br /&gt;02 | Get out of Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;03 | Live without music.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO: &lt;br /&gt;01 | RxBandits.&lt;br /&gt;02 | My radio show (when I get it).&lt;br /&gt;03 | Your mother.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I DON'T THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO EVER: &lt;br /&gt;01 | Finch.&lt;br /&gt;02 | Dr. Phil.&lt;br /&gt;03 | My crazy arse Bio teacher.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS I SAY THE MOST: &lt;br /&gt;01 | "Totally!"&lt;br /&gt;02 | "What the hell?"&lt;br /&gt;03 | "Hella."&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR ABSOLUTE FAVORITE FOODS: &lt;br /&gt;01 | Pop tarts.&lt;br /&gt;02 | Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;03 | CHICKEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'D LIKE TO LEARN: &lt;br /&gt;01 | More about politics.&lt;br /&gt;02 | How to survive on a deserted island.&lt;br /&gt;03 | How to drive a stick shift.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE BEVERAGES YOU DRINK REGULARLY: &lt;br /&gt;01 | Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;02 | Water.&lt;br /&gt;03 | Sweet tea.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;THREE SHOWS YOU WATCHED WHEN YOU WERE A KID: &lt;br /&gt;01 | Fraggle Rock.&lt;br /&gt;02 | Clarissa Explains It All.&lt;br /&gt;03 | Roundhouse.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM QUESTIONS..&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do I have to wake up at 7:30?&lt;br /&gt;2. Why is parking $500/year at Tech?&lt;br /&gt;3. Why does no one IM me or read my blog and comment on it?&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR..&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Wallet - Paul Frank summer design, trifold with velcro. &lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Hairbrush - I use two regularly.... they're both ceramic for heating purposes.  Bad ass.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Toothbrush - Blue and yellow.  Georgia Tech colors.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Jewelry worn daily - RxB Crew bracelet, two trendy jelly bracelets looped together (but they're black and white...  SKA SKA SKA!).&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Pillow cover - Polka dotted and creme.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Blanket - Dark purple and polka dotted.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Coffee cup - N/A&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Sunglasses - Paul Frank 014 Mustang with Skurvy magnents.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Underwear - Paul Frank.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Favorite shirt - RxB Peace/Unity shirt.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Cologne/Perfume - Ralph Lauren's Ralph.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] CD in stereo right now - Resignation by the RxBandits.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Tattoos - No.  Not yet, at least.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Piercings - A few.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] What you are wearing now - Levi's and a white shirt.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] In my mouth - Wheat Thin crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] In my head - Headacheness.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Wishing - I didn't have homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] After this - Homework and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] If you could get away with it and murder anyone, who and for what reason? - No one.  That's just pretty horrible.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Person you wish you could see right now - Megyn, Ralph, Frank, Rebecca, Lisa, Hooper, etc.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Is next to you - Window.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Some of your favorite movies - Slackers, Office Space, etc.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Something you're looking forward to in the upcoming month - Meeting more people.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] The last thing you ate - Wheat Thins.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Something that you are deathly afraid of - Fire.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Do you like candles - Yeah, they smell nice.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Do you like incense - Yeah, it's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Do you like the taste of blood - No!&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Do you believe in love - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Do you believe in soul mates - I don't know about that.  I have a hard enough time finding a date...  but this might be because I hang out with solely gay boys.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Do you believe in love at first sight - Mmm kind of.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Do you believe in Heaven - Not really.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Do you believe in God - Not really.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] What do you want done with your body when you die - I want a freaking monument.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] If you could have any animal for a pet, what would it be - A little Corgie.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] What is the latest you've ever stayed up - All night.  Like 6 AM one day until 3 PM the next.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Can you eat with chopsticks - I wouldn't call it eating...  it's more like, shoveling my food into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] What's your favorite coin - Dimes.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] What are some of your favorite candies - Starburst jelly beans!  Whee!!&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] What's something that you wish people would understand - I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] What's something you wish you could understand better - Politics.&lt;br /&gt;[ x ] Who is someone that you really wish was still around - Bradley Nowell.  But only if he completely stopped using drugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106126470395812770?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106126470395812770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106126470395812770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106126470395812770' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3286151.post-106120737602698606</id><published>2003-08-18T07:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T07:49:35.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/eas73/1058590249_turesjack5.JPG" border="0" alt="jack and eliz on island"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are "Welcome to the Caribbean, love."&lt;br&gt;You're more than a little world-weary, but also&lt;br&gt;intelligent and you keep your head when things&lt;br&gt;get dodgy.  You're everybody's favorite&lt;br&gt;drinking buddy, but your stubbornness does get&lt;br&gt;in the way sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/eas73/quizzes/Which%20one%20of%20Captain%20Jack%20Sparrow's%20bizarre%20sayings%20from%20Pirates%20of%20the%20Caribbean%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3286151-106120737602698606?l=superrad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106120737602698606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3286151/posts/default/106120737602698606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superrad.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106120737602698606' title=''/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545887257191731885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
