<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626560</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:20:46.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PARADISE CITY: oh won't you please take me home?</title><subtitle type='html'>geez, i'm bad at these...umm, just a little corner of the web i can call my own.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626560.post-107000639361456222</id><published>2003-11-28T02:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T03:00:26.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You Know You're Getting Old Reason #1049857463:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;while watching a hockey game, you suddenly realize that a bunch of the players are either your age, a little older, or slightly younger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed up late watching a repeat of the Flyers-Penguins game last night with my dad after i got home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on when we were at my aunt's house for Thanksgiving, my dad got to talking about the gme with someone and mentioned that the goalie for the Pens was only like, 19...Dude, Twilight Zone moment there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I kind of understand what my mom feels like when i drag her into Charlotte Russe whenever we're at the mall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-107000639361456222?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/107000639361456222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/107000639361456222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107000639361456222' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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-5626560.post-106783048522308974</id><published>2003-11-02T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T22:34:43.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New skn...I'll fill in the info later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-106783048522308974?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106783048522308974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106783048522308974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106783048522308974' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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-5626560.post-106592057570852600</id><published>2003-10-11T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T21:02:55.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry i haven't updated in a LONG time...i had a shitload of stuff to do for school that i was procrastinating on and plus my computer was acting up. Missed me, huh? *sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that i have most of the stuff I needed to do squared away and almost done, i can actually take a breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mid-term art projects are due this Wenesday...the school's closed on Monday for some kind of professional development day or something like that. Bottom line: NO SCHOOL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, that's pretty much it...wow, what a trivial life i lead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-106592057570852600?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106592057570852600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106592057570852600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106592057570852600' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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-5626560.post-106463997218561113</id><published>2003-09-27T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T01:19:32.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my History teacher is an ass...I got done the quiz we had today in like, twenty minutes, and the bastard ended up forcing me to stay for the entire class just because i couldn't remember the answer to ONE question. ONE!! He always talks like he has something stuck up his ass...i mean, i love history, but he pisses me off a lot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-106463997218561113?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106463997218561113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106463997218561113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106463997218561113' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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-5626560.post-106453332447561539</id><published>2003-09-25T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T01:17:20.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i found a new skin for this thing....and i changed the blog title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a big departure for me cuz usually i like darker colors, but i decided to use this one b/c i love the candies in the picture...and plus it's girly but not TOO girly. Just the way i like it:)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the links on the other one were too cluttered up...this looks a lot neater IMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the new title of my blog is from the Guns N Roses song...it's one of my all-time favorite songs ever! Wish i knew how to put BG music on and where i could find the song for it...that would kick some serious ass:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm, not much else to say, to be honest...i'm supposed to be working on my retarded history project, but *suprise, suprise*...I'm procrastinating. Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, anyone out there wanna read &lt;strong&gt;Ivanhoe&lt;/strong&gt; or me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edited to add...i changed the skin AGAIN. This one is a lot better IMO...the other one was too damn bright, even if i DO like the candies in it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-106453332447561539?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106453332447561539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106453332447561539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106453332447561539' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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-5626560.post-106419328674282674</id><published>2003-09-21T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T21:14:46.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was my cousin Amy's bridal shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it, I bought a new outfit, shoes, everything. I got this really cute white tee with a little rhinestone A on the right side...it kinda looked like the Braves A on the hats, that's part of why i got it. and this really cute denim skirt with a waistband that looked like it came off of a pair of sweatpants and it had a number on it...it was really athletic looking. And to top it all off, i got a pair of these red platforms that looked like sneakers. I had always wanted a pair of those! I kinda got into a fight with my mom over them, and eventually she let me get them. But everyone thought i looked really cute...my cousin Kristen really liked my shoes and begged me to tell her where i got them. An ego boost to be sure ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun there...everyone there was real nice, even though i think i was one of the youngest girls present. On the way there, i was bracing myself for the inevitable feelings of inferiority that being around my older female cousins brings about(I know it's silly, but how would you feel next to three girls who would probably be models if they had been 'discovered'...and you being the 'pretty but ordinary' one?)....but today, i didn't feel any of that. Weird...it was probably b/c i was actually comfortable in what i was wearing, even though it was a good deal more casual than what a lot of people at the shower were wearing. I was so glad when my cousin arrived and was wearing a  plain t-shirt and a pair of khakis, which in itself was weird b/c she usually dresses up for family functions. But then again, she was the bride and she probably could show up in her PJ's if she really wanted to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the food was pretty good...it was kind of a brunch-type thing. They had chocolate crossaints there, of which i ate three. Boy was my mom mad about that...before, she was constantly giving me lectures on how to eat and stuff, as if i had no table manners at all. Gee thanks, Mom...way to make me sound uncivilized. *sarcasm* Ah well, i suppose she means well. We finally got home at about 3:30...we were there for most of the day, i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting excited about the wedding now(it's on New Year's Eve), but the thought of shopping for a dress(it's a formal wedding...meaning gowns are a must) is giving me flashbacks of shopping for my senior prom dress. I just hope i won't have to humiliate my mom to let me get the dress i want...besides, i already have my eye on one. if i can find a pic of it online, i'll post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, i wonder how long it's gonna take my relatives to start pestering ME about marriage...knowing my family, not long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-106419328674282674?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106419328674282674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106419328674282674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106419328674282674' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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-5626560.post-106238307698950529</id><published>2003-08-31T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T22:24:36.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, we were all supposed to go to this picnic my dad's union was holding to celebrate Labor Day...well, we got to the place that it was to be held at, when my dad realized that the flier he got for the thing said it was TOMORROW, not TODAY. Geez, my dad is such an idiot sometimes...anyways, on the way home my mom and him got into a fight and we all trudged back into the house, in silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After calming down a bit, me and my mom went up to the mall to the salon to get my hair cut, and then we looked around for a bit. I found a Mariners t-shirt with Ichiro's name and number on the back in the Modells across from the hair salon, just like the one my mom got three huge bleach stains on it, thus disallowing me from wearing it outside. And it was an XXL, too! Geez, i almost never find team sutff other than the Phillies and the Yankees, so that made me real happy. Oh, you know what? They just opened a Hollister store near the food court! I took a quick glance in there(quick b/c my mom wanted to leave) and from what i saw,  i think i'm gonna like that store! I'm going to go up there on Friday and look around more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the advantages of having no class on Fridays....&lt;br /&gt;(this is going to be SO much fun this year!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-106238307698950529?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106238307698950529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106238307698950529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106238307698950529' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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-5626560.post-106189824530567925</id><published>2003-08-26T07:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T07:44:05.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(was supposed to go out last night, but whatever...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got back from Six Flags just before 5:00 in the evening...I had a lot of fun when I was there. We just stayed in Hurricane Harbor(that's the water park) because it was way too expensive to get admission at both parks. If we had gotten it, we wouldn't have had enough money to eat anything. A lot of the time was spent in the wave pool they have there and sitting in front of it...I went on some of the water slides, and suprisingly enough, i was less scared on those than i normally am on roller coasters. There was one my dad tried to coax me to go on, i think it was called the Plunge, or something like that, but i just wouldn't. In my opinion, Death Drop would have been a better name for it, but then again, my dad likes that kinda stuff ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;So, I had an all-around good time...wish we had done that sooner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only drawback to the whole thing was that right now as I am typing this, i have the worst sunburn ever...on my arms, my legs, my back...even my FACE. I feel like every part of me is on fire just underneath the skin. This i blame on my mom, she forgot our sunscreen and refused to buy some there, insisting that it was probably a rip-off. I just want to know how i got sunburn on my legs when most of the time, when i wasn't in the pool and/or on a ride, I had my Braves beach towel(which i won at an arcade the last time i went down the shore, which was 2 years ago, right before my senior year of HS) wrapped around my legs? The sun probably came through the towel and burned me that way. This is like a million times worse than the sunburn i got when I went to the Phillies/Braves game last July when I got sunburn over the left half of my body. Actually, i think we all got sunburned today...i think i was the worst though. The skin on my right bicep is peeling a little bit...i never had it this bad, ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i am going to be sleeping much tonight:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-106189824530567925?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106189824530567925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106189824530567925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106189824530567925' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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-5626560.post-106176504340701429</id><published>2003-08-24T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T18:44:03.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I was just bored and I came across this site :&lt;a href="http://www.googlisms.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Basically what you do is type in your name and see what comes up...it's hilarious!! Some of these are downright insane, but i figured that it would be good for a chuckle or two:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lisa is adyktive&lt;br /&gt;lisa is on&lt;br /&gt;lisa is framed&lt;br /&gt;lisa is back&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a 76 year old lady who lives alone in&lt;br /&gt;lisa is eastenders culprit&lt;br /&gt;lisa is forever smiling&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a ny yankees fan(hahahaha, NOT!)&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a race car driver&lt;br /&gt;lisa is set to go wild in zambia&lt;br /&gt;lisa is likely to see signals from mbhs peter bender jila /&lt;br /&gt;lisa is crowned&lt;br /&gt;lisa is cool&lt;br /&gt;lisa is very hot and waits for your cock that 70's porn&lt;br /&gt;lisa is absolutely correct&lt;br /&gt;lisa is widely moving apart the pink wet vagina of her lesbian&lt;br /&gt;lisa is tenderly licking the sexy buttocks of her girlfriend by&lt;br /&gt;lisa is waiting for&lt;br /&gt;lisa is webminded&lt;br /&gt;lisa is king of the world&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a loser&lt;br /&gt;lisa is adyktively versatile&lt;br /&gt;lisa is true&lt;br /&gt;lisa is sitting pretty enough&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a 76 year old lady who lives alone in sheltered accommodation and prior to this hospital admission was able to care for herself&lt;br /&gt;lisa is bottoms up&lt;br /&gt;lisa is eastenders culprit phil mitchell confronts lisa on eastenders on thursday the ex&lt;br /&gt;lisa is het slimste lid van de simpsons&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a race car driver in the pits&lt;br /&gt;lisa is likely to see signals from mbhs peter&lt;br /&gt;lisa is&lt;br /&gt;lisa is cool have you seen lisa's journal? i like it an awful lot and i'm sure you will&lt;br /&gt;lisa is very hot and waits for your cock&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a production&lt;br /&gt;lisa is very hot and waits for your cock brittany spears babe outdoors wanting&lt;br /&gt;lisa is the voice of koran in legend of himiko from central park media&lt;br /&gt;lisa is widely moving apart the pink wet vagina of her lesbian friend and licking her opened asshole&lt;br /&gt;lisa is tenderly licking the sexy buttocks of her girlfriend by her wet tongue&lt;br /&gt;lisa is gonna get it on come and watch&lt;br /&gt;lisa is geboren&lt;br /&gt;lisa is an outspoken adversary of the left and radical feminism and a proponent of modern conservative principles&lt;br /&gt;lisa is not an unmixed blessing for a work of art&lt;br /&gt;lisa is waiting for you to cum big boob blonde takes it from both ends love bugs good goody bady bady hardcore&lt;br /&gt;lisa is working chiara and she has tonya as her little helper&lt;br /&gt;lisa is hot&lt;br /&gt;lisa is kept in the warden's office&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a good mother because she is a kind&lt;br /&gt;lisa is the founder and president of the snider's web&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a co&lt;br /&gt;lisa is dead&lt;br /&gt;lisa is actively involved in fostering education in globalization&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a dive&lt;br /&gt;lisa is editor&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a very experienced musical theatre actress and dancer who most recently starred in les miserables&lt;br /&gt;lisa is now a minimal hurricane&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a non&lt;br /&gt;lisa is worried by the number of times she's seen josh talking to chiara&lt;br /&gt;lisa is hung in napoleon bonapart's bedroom in the tuileries&lt;br /&gt;lisa is also coordinating team efforts to create a long&lt;br /&gt;lisa is painted over gioconda&lt;br /&gt;lisa is participating in the&lt;br /&gt;lisa is one of the country's foremost illusionists with a bachelor of arts degree in speech with concentration in theatre&lt;br /&gt;lisa is an eight year old female in the third grade&lt;br /&gt;lisa is originally from toronto&lt;br /&gt;lisa is still in college&lt;br /&gt;lisa is more excited than max&lt;br /&gt;lisa is the right coach for me?&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a story about a man named george&lt;br /&gt;lisa is part of a team that brings in excess of 25 years real estate experience in prince william and northern virginia alone&lt;br /&gt;lisa is fully functional&lt;br /&gt;lisa is more confident on the mat&lt;br /&gt;lisa is home&lt;br /&gt;lisa is the voice behind some of the 1980s' most memorable songs&lt;br /&gt;lisa is the best&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a slighly boring character because she's so good all the time&lt;br /&gt;lisa is an enthusiastic and motivated teacher who is totally inspired to assist others in finding their own answers&lt;br /&gt;lisa is about? want to know how it can benefit both yourself and the leigh centurions rugby league club&lt;br /&gt;lisa is used to signify "a woman of great taste" a pun put into service for a&lt;br /&gt;lisa is used first as an attribute of absolute and absolutely corrupt power&lt;br /&gt;lisa is highly complementary to the large ground&lt;br /&gt;lisa is in the second grade at springfield elementary school where she excels in all subject areas&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a native memphian who attended germantown high school&lt;br /&gt;lisa is very hot and waits for your cock and pheromones pix&lt;br /&gt;lisa is the author of so you want to start a chronic illness/pain ministry&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a first year mechanical engineering student whose hobbies are playing in a band and&lt;br /&gt;lisa is similar to a dynamic link library&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a spunky&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a terrific editor&lt;br /&gt;lisa is an expert sound designer and arranger as well as the premier new age harpist&lt;br /&gt;lisa is the child of a jewish mother and a black father&lt;br /&gt;lisa is the short one&lt;br /&gt;lisa is not satisfied&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a modgirl&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a 76 year old lady who lives alone in&lt;br /&gt;lisa is going to heaven&lt;br /&gt;lisa is forever smiling&lt;br /&gt;lisa is falling apart'&lt;br /&gt;lisa is adyktive&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a race car driver&lt;br /&gt;lisa is cool&lt;br /&gt;lisa is&lt;br /&gt;lisa is crowned&lt;br /&gt;lisa is well minging&lt;br /&gt;lisa is smmmoookin~&lt;br /&gt;lisa is the ad for volleyball&lt;br /&gt;lisa is extremly horny and her husband&lt;br /&gt;lisa is it bedtime&lt;br /&gt;lisa is likely to see signals from mbhs peter bender jila /&lt;br /&gt;lisa is eastenders culprit&lt;br /&gt;lisa is tenderly licking the sexy buttocks&lt;br /&gt;lisa is right&lt;br /&gt;lisa is stung&lt;br /&gt;lisa is wearing a bib&lt;br /&gt;lisa is geboren&lt;br /&gt;lisa is difficult to photograph&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a loser&lt;br /&gt;lisa is that it's 'on/off' switch is controlled by the operating system&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a 76 year old lady who lives alone in sheltered accommodation and prior to this hospital admission was able to care for herself&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a production&lt;br /&gt;lisa is transplanted&lt;br /&gt;lisa is hot&lt;br /&gt;lisa is hot; lisa is hot; lisa is hot; lisa is hot; lisa is hot; lisa is hot; lisa is hot&lt;br /&gt;lisa is sitting pretty enough&lt;br /&gt;lisa is commomly called honeymoon cystitis&lt;br /&gt;lisa is no longer in a class of her own&lt;br /&gt;lisa is true&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a goddess&lt;br /&gt;lisa is het slimste lid van de simpsons&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a race car driver in the pits&lt;br /&gt;lisa is cool have you seen lisa's journal? i like it an awful lot and i'm sure you will&lt;br /&gt;lisa is adyktive lisa is back lisa is waiting lisa is a 76 year old lady who lives alone in lisa is eastenders culprit lisa is a ny yankees fan lisa is a race&lt;br /&gt;lisa is decendants of darkness comming soon from cpm&lt;br /&gt;lisa is well minging she mings for england man&lt;br /&gt;lisa is not wearing much&lt;br /&gt;lisa is likely to see signals from mbhs peter&lt;br /&gt;lisa is eastenders culprit phil mitchell confronts lisa on eastenders on thursday the ex&lt;br /&gt;lisa is back&lt;br /&gt;lisa is designed with one key factor in mind&lt;br /&gt;lisa is used to maintain over 1150 separate websites&lt;br /&gt;lisa is an outspoken adversary of the left and radical feminism and a proponent of modern conservative principles&lt;br /&gt;lisa is not an unmixed blessing for a work of art&lt;br /&gt;lisa is kept in the warden's office&lt;br /&gt;lisa is editor&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a dive&lt;br /&gt;lisa is la is lisa is la is lisa&lt;br /&gt;lisa is actively involved in fostering education in globalization&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a very experienced musical theatre actress and dancer who most recently starred in les miserables&lt;br /&gt;lisa is none of the above&lt;br /&gt;lisa is waiting for you to cum&lt;br /&gt;lisa is awesome&lt;br /&gt;lisa is hung in napoleon bonapart's bedroom in the tuileries&lt;br /&gt;lisa is not a portrait of one woman&lt;br /&gt;lisa is geboren zonder een schildklier&lt;br /&gt;lisa is located&lt;br /&gt;lisa is now a minimal hurricane&lt;br /&gt;lisa is originally from toronto&lt;br /&gt;lisa is also coordinating team efforts to create a long&lt;br /&gt;lisa is painted over gioconda&lt;br /&gt;lisa is the voice behind some of the 1980s' most memorable songs&lt;br /&gt;lisa is more confident on the mat&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a good mother because she is a kind&lt;br /&gt;lisa is one of the country's foremost illusionists with a bachelor of arts degree in speech with concentration in theatre&lt;br /&gt;lisa is the right coach for me?&lt;br /&gt;lisa is currently participating in a group engaged in dialogue with the administration on calea implementation as well as telephony issues such as roving&lt;br /&gt;lisa is about? want to know how it can benefit both yourself and the leigh centurions rugby league club&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a story about a man named george&lt;br /&gt;lisa is participating in the&lt;br /&gt;lisa is the best&lt;br /&gt;lisa is highly complementary to the large ground&lt;br /&gt;lisa is real&lt;br /&gt;lisa is brought to you by thomas b&lt;br /&gt;lisa is an eight year old female in the third grade&lt;br /&gt;lisa is more excited than max&lt;br /&gt;lisa is the author of so you want to start a chronic illness/pain ministry&lt;br /&gt;lisa is issn&lt;br /&gt;lisa is used to signify "a woman of great taste" a pun put into service for a&lt;br /&gt;lisa is used first as an attribute of absolute and absolutely corrupt power&lt;br /&gt;lisa is the short one&lt;br /&gt;lisa is an expert sound designer and arranger as well as the premier new age harpist&lt;br /&gt;lisa is similar to a dynamic link library&lt;br /&gt;lisa is still in college&lt;br /&gt;lisa is leonardo da vinci ?&lt;br /&gt;lisa is bored and needs to kill time&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a mod-girl&lt;br /&gt;lisa is not satisfied&lt;br /&gt;lisa is a 76 year old lady who lives alone in&lt;br /&gt;lisa is praying for yes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-106176504340701429?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106176504340701429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106176504340701429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106176504340701429' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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-5626560.post-106143493701288442</id><published>2003-08-20T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T23:02:17.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, my weekend was decent...Saturday, I went to the Pennsauken(sp?) Mart with my parents(it's in NJ, btw.)...It's like this giant flea market/mall thing, it's really cool and a lot of the stuff is cheap. Unfortunately, i didn't bring my money with me &gt;_&lt; Hey, I was kinda dragged there...i didn't think there would be anything of interest for me there. Boy, was I wrong! I would have had my money spent before we even got halfway through the place. I DID get one thing, my mom bought me this awesome pair of slip on white Skechers with a little rhinestone American flag on the bottom part of the laces. So yeah, it was suprisingly fun...I have a mental shopping list for when we go back there and i have money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend is going to be SO much fun! We're gonna go to Six Flags again...this time we're staying at a hotel for the weekend. If all goes well, we should be back home next Tuesday morning. I'm praying to every deity that i can think of that everything will turn out the way it's supposed to, and not into a repeat of our last attempt to go there, which was a disaster in every sense of the word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm going to wear my new patriotic Skechers when we go...WOO-HOO!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(before you ask, yeah, i'm insane...you would be too if you grew up in my family. Oh sure, blame it on the parents ^_~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-106143493701288442?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106143493701288442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106143493701288442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106143493701288442' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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-5626560.post-106116428177418418</id><published>2003-08-17T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T19:51:21.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i changed the layout...still under construction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it off of blogskins.com, go there if you wanna find excellent layouts for your blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-106116428177418418?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106116428177418418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106116428177418418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106116428177418418' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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-5626560.post-106115837457182666</id><published>2003-08-17T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T19:50:27.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i didn't go out last night...just stayed in and rented some movies, What A Girl Wants and How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days. I watched What A Girl Wants first, the other one i haven't seen yet. I really liked that movie, i did...and thet dude that plays her boyfreind is wicked hot:) Wish i could rememmber his name though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's pretty much it...exciting weekend, huh? *Sarcasm*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-106115837457182666?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106115837457182666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106115837457182666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106115837457182666' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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-5626560.post-106094104893699058</id><published>2003-08-15T05:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T05:55:12.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, as you know, a good chunk of the Northeast part of the country was affected by a terrible power outage...New York was heavily affected, as was Detroit, Cleveland, and parts of Canada. I heard on the news that even parts of North Jersey and Connecticut were having power problems. Supposedly, something was wrong with the power grid or something...i dunno exactly what they said, but it was something like that. Scary stuff, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was online in a chat room when the outage began, and everyone started FREAKING out...wondering what the hell was going on, were we getting bombed, blaming it on Bin Laden, etc., etc. When my mom came home from work, she was flipping out because she heard on the way home that like, 80% of NY was without power, and she was really worried about my grandparents back in Buffalo. Thankfully, everyone was okay, but still, it freaked the hell out of my mom AND me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, yesterday was something else, wasn't it? *sarcasm*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-106094104893699058?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106094104893699058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/106094104893699058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106094104893699058' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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-5626560.post-105992722910465123</id><published>2003-08-03T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T12:13:49.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to my cousin Matt's 13th birthday party....it was okay. Kinda made me feel a little old though, because I remember when he was really little and stuff. I went swimming in the pool, but had to get out because it was raining:( so after eating, I just stayed inside and watched TV until it was time to cut the cake...i didn't really want to be outside any longer than I had to because it was SO FREAKING HOT!! Almost got into a fight with my mom over this, but didn't(which is a first). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we left at about 8:30...i fell asleep and just woke up when we were about to get on the Tacony-Palmyra bridge. Man, was I tired...but then I watched and taped a repeat of SNL, then got online, and then after getting off, I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaahh, how boring does that sound?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-105992722910465123?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/105992722910465123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/105992722910465123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105992722910465123' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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-5626560.post-10596233634100848</id><published>2003-07-30T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T23:49:23.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, last Thursday was my 19th birthday...I wasn't really able to do a whole lot cuz it was during the week, so Friday was when i was really able to celebrate cuz everyone was at work. A bunch of my gal pals took me out to eat in this really fancy resteraunt, and then we went out clubbing afterwards. Saturday, we all got to gether at Elaine's house and we did the traditonal blowing out of the candles and exchanging of presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it was a pretty fun couple of days and so nice of my freinds to suprise me like that. I wish i could do the same thinf for them, but i know if i did, it would go spectacularly wrong, as every plan i make invariably seems to do:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-10596233634100848?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/10596233634100848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/10596233634100848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#10596233634100848' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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-5626560.post-105950809092977736</id><published>2003-07-29T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T15:48:10.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My name is Lisa, I just turned 19, and i live in Philadelphia, PA, but I was born in Buffalo, NY, where my family is originally from. We moved to Philly when i was 9. Sometimes I wish we stayed in Buffalo, but oh well. I'm going into my second year at community college, and after this year, I am planning to move back to Buffalo and finish college there. Whether or not I come back to Philly remains to be seen, but it's not likely...this place is like my private purgatory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, I'm currently single, and not really looking...i'm concentrating mainly on school right now. It's not that i haven't had any dates, i have, it's just that i'm not ready right now to have a serious relationship, at least not yet. Much to the chagrin of my mother, who i swear to God is still stuck in the 1950's...she's been nagging me about having a boyfreind, and getting married. I'm like, whoa...i've only been out of high school for two years and she's already bringing up marriage? it is WAY too soon to think about that. That's another reason I want to move back, to get away from my mother's incessant haranging. It's almost all set too...my cousin Gina lives up there and she says i can live with her until i find a place of my own. The plan only awaits packing, plane tickets, and the end of the 2004 Spring semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better stop here...there's just a slice of the kind of drivel(ha, ha, ha!) that will be in here. So if you like that kinda stuff, then don't be a stranger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-105950809092977736?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/105950809092977736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/105950809092977736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105950809092977736' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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-5626560.post-105949133682013859</id><published>2003-07-29T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T11:08:56.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a test to see if the skin worked:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626560-105949133682013859?l=shoptart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/105949133682013859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626560/posts/default/105949133682013859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoptart.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105949133682013859' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17337120527518783945</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>
