<?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-28340946</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:07:41.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pL&amp;h</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my blog about my life and what I do in it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-6053882740858325906</id><published>2007-12-29T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:50:10.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ages</title><content type='html'>It has been ages huh since I have posted an entry.&lt;br /&gt;School semester ended about two weeks ago. Time moves by so fast. Sooner or later spring semester will start and the dramz and stress will come back. Its fun while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not reading anything. I ordered books and they are coming real soon to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon Queen.&lt;br /&gt;Shadow Music&lt;br /&gt;The Truelove Bride&lt;br /&gt;Blue-Eyed Devil&lt;br /&gt;To Catch a highlander&lt;br /&gt;Let sleeping rouges lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to preorder Seduce me at sunrise. All i know it that it will come out next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great new years and be safe please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-6053882740858325906?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/6053882740858325906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=6053882740858325906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/6053882740858325906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/6053882740858325906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2007/12/ages.html' title='Ages'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-267006325170000912</id><published>2007-09-25T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:11:26.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school + work</title><content type='html'>Earlier in the year, I had this one guy in one of my classes that questioned my teacher on every little damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;Mister know it all. I guess he is used to being..noticed? The kid with the daily gold sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the teacher I am in the class for, doesn't roll like that. Whenever he said something, the teacher would contradict every thing he would say. And when she does that, I am grinning to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Shot down"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate kids like that? You just want them to shut up and have the&lt;i&gt; teacher teach the lesson?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't talk anymore thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. I kinda blabbed to a guy in the class that "that guy" is sooo damned annoying and so on and so forth, without me thinking, "hey maybe they know each other."&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. At least he's a mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a test in every single class except one, and this is the test I am dreading. I don't think I will fail this. I think it will be very straightforward, but the teacher teaches in a way that I haven't been taught before. So its new. I am used to the teacher writing stuff down. Having powerpoint. Going with the book. This teacher just talks, and boy does she talk fast. So I just put my pen down, and listened. There is no way in hell I will go through hand cramps every class period. No sir.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe I have failed my macroEco test. That was a bitch. I never had a test like that in my life. I will be happy with a F plus. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class that I thought I would be very bad in, is actually the class that I am doing the most well in. I am surprised, but in all honesty, its how the teacher teaches the material. Not the person, though that helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today was boring. I hate it when its really dead because time goes by so slow. Since there was rarely anybody coming in today, the radio was easier to hear. I heard some songs that I have not heard in ages. So I would catch myself humming to the song, sometimes with the member in front of me. This one guy was blushing all over. I am like..are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;"Its just a really good song."&lt;br /&gt;He was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;I really thought I would have a member that would have a mean ugly attitude. I felt like I would. I haven't had one in a bit, but boy I kinda wanted one today. I was ready to talk back with smack. But alas, just the nice people who smile and blush. Maybe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-267006325170000912?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/267006325170000912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=267006325170000912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/267006325170000912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/267006325170000912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-work.html' title='school + work'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-1009915393794475424</id><published>2007-09-10T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:36:36.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Question</title><content type='html'>I would appreciate it if anyone knows how to customize the template where the blog will stop at a certain size, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see mine where the blog keeps going..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and going&lt;/span&gt; down..and I want it to stop to like..only three entries showing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps: book review below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pss: random thing found on myspace. have a laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leave Britney Spears alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="250" width="325" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHmvkRoEowc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHmvkRoEowc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-1009915393794475424?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/1009915393794475424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=1009915393794475424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/1009915393794475424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/1009915393794475424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2007/09/quick-question.html' title='Quick Question'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-9072421186355207550</id><published>2007-09-08T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T17:26:24.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>being sick + book review</title><content type='html'>Lord. I was thinking a couple weeks back, "dang, I haven't been sick ALL year..lucky me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dammmit!! &lt;/span&gt;Jinxed myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not have a fever, nor chills, or flu symtoms.&lt;br /&gt;Its all sinus. Sinus headache. Sinus congestion.&lt;br /&gt;Sneezing. Runny Nose. Sneezing. Watery Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is working. I really wanted to grab some Aleve cold and sinus since I heard that is the kicker, but i would think this tylenol allergy multi-symptom that I got would work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I finished that book Almost a Bride. Wait..did I even finish it? I am actually sitting here thinking if I did. I put the book down and I was caught reading another. Yes I did. I just now checked the last few pages, and yes. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.randomhouse.com/images/dyn/cover/?source=9780553901368&amp;height=300&amp;amp;maxwidth=170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is the name, and there is the author of the book. The heroine is a girl named Arabella and the hero is Jack, Duke of St. Jules. The story starts off with Jack and Frederick Lacey, Earl of Dunston gambling. Gambling to where it is now just the two of them against each other. Lacey, as he is referred in the book numerous times, has bet everything he ownes, so that Jack will accept it, otherwise Lacey will lose (i guess..i duno how the gamble works. JFeather didn't conveniently elaborate) Jack accepts the bet and wins leaving Lacey stone broke. Devestated Lacey walks out to a palor and shoot his brains out. And while the whole thing is happening, the sound of the bang, the rush of people to the palor, Jack is shuffling cards. Like he was OK with the suicide. Jack says, "He made the decisions, my dear, not I. He chose his own risks."&lt;br /&gt;Very crude that, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since Jack received everything, I mean everything, he is now the guardian of Lacey's sister, Arabella.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the plot thickens..&lt;br /&gt;Arabella used to doing things her way. Period. She is always outside in garden's fussing with her orchids and whatnot when Jack comes strolling in. He explains the situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brother is dead.&lt;br /&gt;Your brother killed himself.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me everything. Including you.&lt;br /&gt;AND I shall live here...with you in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to me that he was like he was out to ruin her. Come to find out that Jack had a sister named Charlotte who married a French aristocrat and resides in France, during the Terror.&lt;br /&gt;You know the Terror in which people where being executed with the guillotine. Lacey was in France earlier, so was Jack. And Jack was living or visiting with his sister during this Terror. They were hiding out from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;securite &lt;/span&gt;so they wouldn't be excuted. Lacey was caught and he ratted out the place where Charlotte &amp; and her brother were living. Jack wasn't in the home, he was out doing his job reporting all the names of people who were EXTERMINATED. SOOOO Jack wanted revenge. Lacey got his sister killed, so ultimately I am out to get your sister. During the gambling, Jack wouldn't receive anything less than getting ownership of Arabella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course its a romance novel so you might have guessed what happened. They fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;They took forever. Years went by in the book. And it dragged. Arabella started talking to some French workers and found out that Charlotte might be alive. So Jack and Charlotte go to France and scheme their way into the city and the jail to her. They find her and she is really sick. She dies on the boat back home.  This book was about Charlotte. It was really annoying. Jack and Arabella even named their child, Charles, in remembrance of Charlotte! I didn't know this author. I went to Books a Million to grab the new Sylvia Day book, Passion for the Game which was wonderful, and I knew I would be finished with that book in a spiff. I grabed this JFeather book to have something when I was done. Waste of fucking 8 dollar something. Shit. It took me weeks to finish this book. Thats BAD. The longest I took on a romance book, before this was like four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grade: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  now, I am reading a veryyyy mushy Avon book by Catherine Anderson, Sweet Nothings.&lt;br /&gt;I love one of her books, which is one of my favs, but this one is like..violen background music romance. The girl is a basket case, even though Catherine is trying not to make her that way, but she acts &lt;u&gt;weird!&lt;/u&gt;  I am almost done with that book, so maybe tomorrow you'll see a new review for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, thats all folks. Have a great rest of your weekend!! &lt;img src="http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/9959/ciaozz8.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-9072421186355207550?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/9072421186355207550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=9072421186355207550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/9072421186355207550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/9072421186355207550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-sick-book-review.html' title='being sick + book review'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-4559188699148178448</id><published>2007-08-28T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:26:10.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>re-coded</title><content type='html'>ok. finally. new template is up.&lt;br /&gt;All my links and whatnot on the side is coming later.&lt;br /&gt;I shall do that someday &amp; somewhere over the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to thank, &lt;a href="http://xxchange.deviantart.com/"&gt;xxchange&lt;/a&gt; for the photographs.&lt;br /&gt;LOVELY pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the patterns are from &lt;a href="http://www.k10k.net/"&gt;kaliber 100000&lt;/a&gt;. This is THE place for patterned bgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is from me.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to the template. Its not all colorful.&lt;br /&gt;But anywayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during my MIA, I of course read, and I have read very bad books.&lt;br /&gt;One where the couple couldn't DO anything coz the guy had leprosy (but then it miraculously vanished in one night)&lt;br /&gt;Another where it was boring long paced yadda yadda shit. Avon crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was very good books. Like the Smoke Thief and the Dream Thief by Shana Abe.&lt;br /&gt;OMG those were awesome books! I can't wait for Queen of the Dragons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a few Sylvia Day books (Ellora &amp;amp; Passion for the game) and I cannot wait for Passion for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I read the HP book. And that was a good book.&lt;br /&gt;(About a month later I clarified myself with wikipedia LOL, I was so confused!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am reading Almost a Bride by Jane Feather. Its..eh, alright.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing dazzling. If it was really good I would have been done with it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall review some books soon, including Almost a Bride, if I finish it.&lt;br /&gt;talk to ya'll lata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: everyone is doing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_rating/nc-17.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i had a tad bit of curse words. im a rebel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-4559188699148178448?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/4559188699148178448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=4559188699148178448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/4559188699148178448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/4559188699148178448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2007/08/recoded.html' title='re-coded'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-8780055393702471606</id><published>2007-08-27T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T12:48:37.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forever</title><content type='html'>ok. so i haven't been blogging in forever. i am slacking.&lt;br /&gt;someone slap my hand haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let me update everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am single. &lt;strong&gt;IDIOTIC&lt;/strong&gt; insane ME for wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, someone HAS to slap my hand. 'Specially for that!&lt;br /&gt;men, well little boys, with debt high at the mountains isn't good boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS he had the tendency to always complain about not having money.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE i was gonna "give him a hand." please.&lt;br /&gt;He is a collections agent and is IN collections. fucking sad sad case!&lt;br /&gt;I lose interest in him SOOO damn quiet, I scared myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back into school. YAY..ehh. lol. I shall be going to a major university next summer, sooo that is what I am really excited about. I shall be far away from home and with my amiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still work the same place. I love it. Nothing has changed there. Same ol same ol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still nose deep in romance books. Haven't stopped since the last time I talked to ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really neeeeeeed to update my page. Its soo old. I have only been on myspace.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, neglection is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but friends. talk to me. Tell me info!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-8780055393702471606?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/8780055393702471606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=8780055393702471606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8780055393702471606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8780055393702471606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2007/08/forever.html' title='forever'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-8397665027640431153</id><published>2007-04-02T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T16:45:05.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new stuff</title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting. Sorry. I just wanted to stop by and say some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;School is grande (hahaha whateverrr)&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is awesome, STILL. She has a boyfriend name Michael aka Mike.&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend, named Michael aka Michael. He's sooo awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Work is good (but not today, i shouldn't came in today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I have to say. Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-8397665027640431153?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/8397665027640431153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=8397665027640431153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8397665027640431153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8397665027640431153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-stuff.html' title='new stuff'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-8241333794772890785</id><published>2007-03-04T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T11:20:25.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ngt of all ngts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING: SAILOR LANGUAGE AHEAD.&lt;/span&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am talking to this incredible guy. He works with the same employer and UGH, he's such a BABE!&lt;br /&gt;We planned it out to where we would hang out one weekend. And we did. We hung out at my most favoritest place to hang: Jen's Apt. We had SOOOO much funnnn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start off the night saying that I kissed my best friends, which were girls, more than I kissed men. Does that make me a lesbian? Its not so bad, this girl on girl action. I just need a bit more of this hot male action. But its getting there. I slept with a man last night. Sir Michael (He's such a fucking babe!!! I like him!)&lt;br /&gt;We just slept, as in sleeping. OMGG! He's such a nice cuddler and he smells sooo good. Even in the morning, he smelled like morning musk and old spice. I didn't want to get outta bed.&lt;br /&gt;I LOOKED bad hahaha. I needed a shower, yes ma'am. But im all clean now. I ate at the same place twice, corams: one for "bfast,lunch,dinner" and then for bfast for today. I felt sick while there, i couldn't eat a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Man I drank a lot last night HAHAHAHA. Chantel you're beer rocks the shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dan, awesome job. I didn't know you were like that. Mister "i drink liquor and I bring it in a lime colored suitcase" LMAO. Your KILLER whatchayamacall-it sissy slap drink. OH MAN. That did me in. I love love fruity drinks and that one was THE SHITT. I couldn't even taste the vodka or the rum or whatever else you put in there. That is officially my favorite drink now lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wasn't suppose to be spending the night, but I totally wanted to. I told my mom that I was spending the night and my dad doesn't believe that I should be because that is not what "proper young adults do." whatev! So I spent the night and my brother is txtn me all these msg's like parents called the cops and mom and dad are pissed blahblah. I come home today and my mom gives me the talk of course, of calling the phone "letting us know what you're doing". I say I am sorry and then hop into the shower. I come out and my brother and my mom and like screaming fucking bloody murder. I am like the hell is going on? So my brother is in more trouble than me. Aint that a doosey? Mom's out gardening lol. She's blowing off steam. But I would thought that my room would have been totally messed up and my clothes out in the yard, but it wasn't. My room as a matter of fact looks cleaner than i left it (or I did a really good job cleaning earlier) My laptop is gone and the current book I am reading is gone, as obvious punishment. Now I don't really mind about the laptop now, since I am on the desktop and the book is a book I hafta read at school so I don't care. Now if I was reading a romance eBook on my laptop, hell is on earth and if I had a romance book, again, hell is on earth. But im alright. I am just happy I didn't get whipped or..grounded or..whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-8241333794772890785?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/8241333794772890785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=8241333794772890785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8241333794772890785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8241333794772890785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2007/03/ngt-of-all-ngts.html' title='the ngt of all ngts'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-4320709945940806551</id><published>2007-02-06T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:14:06.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About time.</title><content type='html'>After waiting forever for the book, I finally went to the damn library myself to return a book and see if Leslie's book was in.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;It was.&lt;br /&gt;And did the employees call to tell me its ready to be picked up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually on the shelf. I had to look for it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. It's such a small book, poo.&lt;br /&gt;I will be done with this piece of paper &lt;b&gt;in a day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-4320709945940806551?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/4320709945940806551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=4320709945940806551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/4320709945940806551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/4320709945940806551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2007/02/about-time.html' title='About time.'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-5147685458649573800</id><published>2007-02-03T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T12:21:38.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday night!!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever gotten something on the first time around, stopped, and went, "dayyyyyymnnn!!"??&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;I know someone who did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday Channy (my bess friend everr) and I went out to check out this guy she wanting to meet. Dave.&lt;br /&gt;We did. OMFG, he is fucking HOTTTT. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELL DONE CHANTEL!&lt;/span&gt; GahLee.&lt;br /&gt;Lemme describe him:&lt;br /&gt;(you'd probably hear so much about him from redundance of chantel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a deep sea diver for the USArmy. He's white, blonde hair and hazel eyes. GORGEOUS Smile, and everrrything. I think he'll treat Channy with respect, I think, you never know with guys. He's not fucking goody goody. OMG, he's starting to make me say fuck a lot now lol. He's 20, turning on 21, just a year older than Chantel, but I think thats perfect. There are other attributes that are WAY BEYOND expectations lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When's the wedding? Where are my Godbabies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very very tempted to msg Michael and go, are you ignoring me, because I want to get this rolling lol. Im soo envious of Chantel! Damnnn. UGH, you bitch! lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, we headed out to the Navy base because thats where he was, and he can't leave the base because he had be somewhere in like thirty mins. I never had such hard fucking time looking for that base omg. We went all over, under the rainbow. Quite embarrassing I might add, but it partly my fault (well mostly) because I told Chantel where to go lol. But we eventually found it and went to his BACHELOR QUARTERS with his roomate! His roomate was nice, and to himself mostly. We were not aloud to be there at all! Its like boys in an all girl college. a no no, lol. Then one of his friends brought some alcohol and accessories lol. I got drunk off ONE DAMN CUP of vodka and cranberry juice!!!! I felt the tingling after two sips. Its been awhile. Chantel basicilly didn't drink at all. She gave him an ass massage. Then a whole body massage, which was hot. OMGG. I read enough romance novels to think what the guy is thinking and Dave was thinking, omggg i needdd herrrr yesssss ahhh. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Then he gave her the death of all tickling ever. She looked like she was about to explode but again, that was hot. AWW. Then they started making out. She says he's a GREAT KISSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand was with this guy who just divorced his wife who slept with another man, sold all his stuff including his truck, and beaten his dog. Yea, miss wife is a damn bitch! She beat his dog. HIS DOG. hell no. Again, I got the guy that just wanted sex and thats it. Called me uptight and stiff. Well, I never done anything before, I don't know how to fucking act, and if they didn't believe it, well too bad for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped Chantel out of her waterfall of pleasure and we started to leave to head for home. Chantel and him started making out again. I am like dang, break loose.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had THE girlfriend talk in the car and slapped hands. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Very Nice, High Five."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..how was your friday night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-5147685458649573800?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/5147685458649573800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=5147685458649573800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5147685458649573800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5147685458649573800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday-night.html' title='friday night!!'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-6451806032870435089</id><published>2007-01-27T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T22:59:41.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from lovely Ames.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science Fiction, Fantasy or Horror?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do well with either of these but SciFi has its moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hardback or Trade Paperback or Mass Market Paperback?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMP, its convenient, light weight, and cheap. hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heinlein or Asimov?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never heard of this..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amazon or Brick and Mortar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barnes &amp; Noble or Borders?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither. Books a Million is where I go. (plus B&amp;amp;N here have RUDE people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hitchhiker or Discworld?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are these??  Never heard of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bookmark or Dogear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bookmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alphabetize by author Alphabetize by title or random?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um random lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep, Throw Away or Sell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im NICE, then I donate to the library, otherwise, I keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep dustjacket or toss it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep the dustjacket but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read with dustjacket or remove it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh that sucker comes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Short story or novel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter or Lemony Snicket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop reading when tired or at chapter breaks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I am really tired, i stop, but i usually force myself to finish till the end of the chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“It was a dark and stormy night” or “Once upon a time”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it was a dark and stormy night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buy or Borrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually borrow (i love my library) but if they don't have it, and no other library has it (since we can request them) then off the books a million i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buying choice: Book Reviews, Recommendation or Browse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All really. But gezz just looking around gets you interested in so many books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lewis or Tolkien?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Lewis better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Collection (short stories by the same author) or Anthology (short stories by different authors)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anthology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tidy ending or Cliffhanger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidy ending. But those series book I read, are the books of Cliffhangers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning reading, Afternoon reading or Nighttime reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning and nite. I read right when i get up and right before i go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Standalone or Series?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy both, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urban fantasy or high fantasy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New or used?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite book of which nobody else has heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Naked Marquis. Looks kinda CHEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 5 favorite books read last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Knight Miscellany was damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 5 favorite books of all time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 favorite series?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knight Miscellany by Gaelen Foley, Swanlea Spinster Series by Sabrina Jeffries, HP series, Sisterhood of Traveling Pants by Brashares, and Unfortunate Events by Lemony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img255.imageshack.us/img255/7807/sleep3ql3.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-6451806032870435089?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/6451806032870435089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=6451806032870435089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/6451806032870435089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/6451806032870435089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-lovely-ames.html' title='from lovely Ames.'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-8544141409538411884</id><published>2007-01-27T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:42:08.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sore weekend.</title><content type='html'>I had my surgery on my teeth yesterday. I went really well and right now, I have just minor pain and a bit of soreness, but that is expected.&lt;br /&gt;So while im in this recoup stage I made a new template. Its simple, skinny, and chique. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I put February's calender because January is almost over. Just think "future" haha.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read today nor yesterday, but I will tonight. I hope to finish this book soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rearranged my room and a whole bunch of paper and books where moved out. I got kinda worried. I thought my mom said she was going to "get rid" of the books. But she meant just putting them in a box and placing them in the garage. Still, my babies..in the cold dark garage. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Tell me what you have been doing this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-8544141409538411884?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/8544141409538411884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=8544141409538411884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8544141409538411884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8544141409538411884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2007/01/sore-weekend.html' title='the sore weekend.'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-6625781491987369889</id><published>2007-01-22T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:00:05.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im still here!</title><content type='html'>Ok. So I have come and gone, and I just want to let ya'll know, I am STILL here!&lt;br /&gt;I am just "occupied," and I am mostly roaming on myspace more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am planning on doing a brand new spanking template by February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still on Memoirs (yea, i know)&lt;br /&gt;I have NO CLUE what to read after it, and of course it HAS to be romance. lemme tell you.&lt;br /&gt;All my authors are not having upcoming books till later in the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaelen Foley's next installation is March! UGGH, yet I cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;well there is the next HP, coming out, so theres that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im kicking. School is very kicking and work is fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;SO until next time, I drop by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovies!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-6625781491987369889?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/6625781491987369889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=6625781491987369889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/6625781491987369889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/6625781491987369889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-still-here.html' title='im still here!'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-5431770445133240653</id><published>2007-01-10T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T16:20:51.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grand.</title><content type='html'>So how is everything going? I am doing great with my new classes. I love them EXCEPT my religions class because my teacher is a LOOONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I go backpacking up in the mountains and I reach a cliff edge. I look down and then across. Seeing the valley's and smelling the fresh air. I look down again...&lt;br /&gt;and what do you think I want to do..?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I am thinking, oh please, don't say it. Don't make yourself more WEIRD than you usually are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think of jumping. Feeling the wind and the adrenaline and feeling that rush...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKO MANIAC. OMG. I cannot stand her, and this is the class I am required to have for my degree and I have to deal with THIS first thing in the morning!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I wanna jump!" &lt;/span&gt;LMAO. Go ahead and jump lady..go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I did just random four crunches last night. My abs hurt. I could have done more but for some reason, I just did four. And now...my abs hurt. Yea, a bit out of shape lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memoirs of a geisha is going well so far. It is taking me longer due to the non-romance, but I am trying (desperately) of weaning myself off just reading just romance. But its going well so far being a non-romance.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Have a great friday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-5431770445133240653?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/5431770445133240653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=5431770445133240653&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5431770445133240653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5431770445133240653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2007/01/grand.html' title='grand.'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-4846149529736099405</id><published>2007-01-04T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T06:42:02.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first day of spring semester 2007</title><content type='html'>Since, I wrote in my myspace blog before this, I will just simply copy and paste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inevitable hasn't happened yet. I still have like twenty mins till I head over to my first class, Women's Lit.&lt;br /&gt;I will be reading classical books. I had a bad dream that I had to read one every week.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;with a passion&lt;/span&gt;, classical books. I just can't read them. They take me forever to read, longer than nonromance books. Months to read. They frustrate me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope hope hope, I don't have to read so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was home a lone, until my mom called me from her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; my car keys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. Thank God I have the spare!!&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you put your keys in my purse keisha."&lt;br /&gt;"Why would I? Good Question. Because I didn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I specifically remember leaving them on top of the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. At least I have transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One class today, and that is it. Really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday is the big day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats THE day where you make sure your boobs look splendid, your hair is all primp, your make-up is on just right, your butt isn't TOO big and you hold your books just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;*breathes* smells like high school, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO, im still on page 180. I couldn't take it anymore. I COULDN'T. I tried and tried, but I cannot hold one damn page of ERAGON again. So I have three lovely romance novels sitting there, waiting to be read. I gave a lil peek into one of them. Read a page..then two.&lt;br /&gt;Then two hundred..and lastly, four hundred which completed it. *ahem* It was just a peek.&lt;br /&gt;So, I have come to the conclusion that Eragon will go on a short hiatus till I make myself sane again. I am going on book number two today, yes ma'am. Its a series (yes yes yes)&lt;br /&gt;So, yea book two, looks like FUN!! You have to read book one to understand the drama, but just looking at the back of the book ICKES, this holds supreme tension.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda silly huh. I cannot read more than two pages without making myself bored with Eragon, but with a random novel, two hundred pages fly by without me noticing it.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed because I had to use the bathroom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a sad sad case and have been deem a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weirdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the book I am reading. Lovely book number two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lauraleeguhrke.com/images/pages/bookshelf/covers/bed/bed_276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;It was love at first sight for &lt;strong&gt;Lady Viola&lt;/strong&gt; the night she met the dashing viscount &lt;strong&gt;John Hammond&lt;/strong&gt;. Swept into a whirlwind courtship, it wasn’t until after their vows had been spoken that Viola learned the shattering truth: her beloved John had never loved her, had married her for her fortune…and worse still, saw nothing wrong with that. Heartbroken, she vowed never again to let the deceiving scoundrel into her bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; John never intended to hurt the headstrong beauty who has become a stranger to him. Now, after years of sham marriage, he is in need of an heir, and John is faced with a luscious, intriguing challenge—seducing his own wife. He must persuade Viola back into their marriage bed, but this time, he may be the one to lose his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Author:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Viola first appeared on the scene, as the sister of the Duke of Tremore in &lt;a href="http://www.lauraleeguhrke.com/bookshelf/guilty.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guilty Pleasures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I didn’t think much about her life, but I knew one thing. Her husband was a complete scoundrel. When &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guilty Pleasures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came out, everyone else agreed with me. Lord Hammond was bad news, and readers wanted to know just when and how I was going to kill him off so that Viola could find love and happiness. Things didn’t quite work out that way. I didn’t kill Hammond off. Instead, I turned him into a hero.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;span class="text_bold"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Marriage Bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the story of how one man and one woman have to forgive each other, let go of the past, and learn to make their marriage work. They also fall in love, something neither of them planned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOOKS GOOD HUH!!!! &lt;/span&gt;I am so excited, though the books are eBooks. On my laptop. SO, I will most likely head over to the library and grab number two and number three. So I have those books to read when I am bored at school lol, which is like ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;OOOOOH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-4846149529736099405?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/4846149529736099405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=4846149529736099405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/4846149529736099405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/4846149529736099405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-spring-semester-2007.html' title='the first day of spring semester 2007'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-1412811157011426012</id><published>2006-12-28T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T08:52:42.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its hard</title><content type='html'>School is about to start Thursday. A week from now. I have not gotten my books yet. Though, I should be...right? I can't wait to take those classes. I feel relieved to take classes I WANT TO TAKE. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading Eragon, and its a good book, but it is taking me longer than usual to read. I am just breaking page one hundred. Man, thats pretty said eh? HAHAHA. But once we hit the action and so on, I'll go through the book like crazy. I only read about twenty pages a day, but I am getting there. Its better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was fun. I got what I wanted, except a purse and sunglasses but im sckood. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I got a ring, a watch, shoes, some clothes, a vest..&lt;br /&gt;nice stuff. I love what I got. I love my ring and my watch.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone liked their present I got them. My mom didn't want the lotion after she knew how big it was and hot expensive it was. She never likes to get things when they are expensive but o well, she asked for it, even though she said she never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for New Years. I don't know what we are gonna do but..I know me and my girls are gonna do something. I hope we aren't going to get drunk, but most likely we are haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-1412811157011426012?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/1412811157011426012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=1412811157011426012&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/1412811157011426012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/1412811157011426012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-hard.html' title='its hard'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-8549075830168605497</id><published>2006-12-24T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:26:02.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the big snazzy review</title><content type='html'>So I finished the saga of the Knight series two days ago and I PROMISED I will make a review of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The order goes like so: The Duke, Lord of Fire, Lord of Ice, Lady of Desire, Devil Takes a Bride, One night of Sin and finally, His Wicked Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Seven FANTASTIC BOOKS! (my favorite is  One night of Sin...or Lady of Desire hmm..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually romance books (or at least of what I have read) are about the bastards or by-blows of the father's dalliances. This saga was about the Duchesses dalliances. The reason of her dalliance isn't reveled till the last book.&lt;br /&gt;She caught her Duke with another girl so she went out to find a guy less than her station and have some wicked fun. It is just that she got pregnant. Big booboo. She was denied to so many things and was out casted out of many ton parties and so on because of her son, John, born from another man. Still married to the Duke she sought refuge from a guy she wanted to marry but didn't, due to arranged her arranged marriage. He loved her so that he never married and the Duchess got pregnant again, only with TWINS, Damien and Lucien (lovely sinful names eh?) The Lord and the Duchess had a spat and she left him for a Shakespearian actor, and thus getting pregnant again having Alexander.&lt;br /&gt;The Duke who completely didn't care about his wife's infidelities, just told her do whatever, just do not scandal the family or bring attention. Didn't really work did it?&lt;br /&gt;Later in the years, the Duke got sick and the Duchess ran back to care for him. They made up and had a baby girl, Jacinda (which is a totally fabulous name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each boy has their own personality. The first born, Robert is the Duke and is a conservative tish tosh man, due to being raised by his father. John aka Jack, who faced all the gossip and neglection of everyone left the country to become an ex-pirate/captain of his multi-million shipping business. Damien, the elder twin, is a strict war-hero that does not dally around. Lucien is a dirty lil spy who is very very laid back. Alexander, or more commonly called Alec, is the baby boy of the family and gets what he wants when he wants it. He is very fashionable and "the notorious rake of all London." Literally. The baby girl Jacinda wants to "become like her mama," sadly lol, and she is VERY flirtatious, yet all she wants is her very own bad boy to play. Lizzie who is a ward of Robert because her father was a valet for him and died. She became the companion for Jacinda (also to watch over her so she doesn't do any provocative moves to any man) wants to open up her own book store yet she finds her self being tied up to a dark haired man Devlin (fab name, way to go Gaelen with these names).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each sibling gets their very own personal lover.&lt;br /&gt;Robert gets his feisty wife who became a courtesan, Belinda.. It shocked many people because he swooped down so low to get a woman. the SHOCK. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Lucien, the absolute bad boy, who had a very huge orgy in his own home&lt;u&gt; (like of 30o people...yea)&lt;/u&gt; came upon an innocent angel with strawberry blonde hair and bright bright blue eyes, Alice.&lt;br /&gt;Damien, who has nightmares due to him being at war and at every battle found himself with a singer Miranda. She had green eyes and black hair.&lt;br /&gt;Jacinda, finally growing up YET still wanting her bad boy got into trouble and was forced to marry a neighbor (who wasn't old or bad looking, yet is not her TYPE) ran away and stumbled upon her gang leader, Billy Blade. Who is absolutely &lt;b&gt;HOT HOT HOT&lt;/b&gt;. Long blonde hair, THE SUPREME bad boy, his whole back and much of his arms are tattooed. I became jealous of her for a moment. She totally deserved him.&lt;br /&gt;Alec, who was denied funds from Robert due to him gambling all the damn time found a girl laying on a doorstep of his friends home. He took care of her and mistaken her for a prostitute. She was only running away from her Russian cousin, who wants to rape her. mmhm. Alec finally knowing the whole story protects her with all this might. I think this is the best book in the series. The baby boy, who relied so much on his big brothers finally did something by himself. This book was the hottest, heart-wrenching, SUSPENSEFUL TURN PAGING book I have read in ages! Total must read (yet read in order lol)&lt;br /&gt;Jack being out of the country and frankly halfway around the world at the west indies finds a girl up in a tree staring at him. They talk and she swings down like a monkey and they click. It is quite hot.  She is in Jamaica with her dad and body guard Connor, because he wants to explore and find cures to help people (and mostly because his lovely wife died and could not save her with English medicine.) Her father tells her that they will be going to the Amazon. She does not want to go and she tells her father she really wants to go back to England. He asks why and she said she wants to find a husband she loves. He tells her to marry Conner. She wants NONE of that at all. She found out how brutal and possessive he can get and it scares her. So she runs away into Jack's ship as a stow-away only to fall so much in love with Captain Jack (Sparrow..lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is honestly one of the romance series you have to read.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I did not like is how Gaelen LOVVES to put drama between the couple at the very few pages of the last chapters of the book. It dwindles the passion and quite frankly makes the book turn sour.&lt;br /&gt;I loved how the books start exactly where the last one ended. There is not years between, it boom boom boom. back to back. I loved that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Read the series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for the Spice Trilogy because it intermingles with the Saga!&lt;br /&gt;First book is out in April. I think I might die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/7869/ththth1ptgnoov9.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-8549075830168605497?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/8549075830168605497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=8549075830168605497&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8549075830168605497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8549075830168605497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/12/big-snazzy-review.html' title='the big snazzy review'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-3251977488580792928</id><published>2006-12-22T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:17:13.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you ready?</title><content type='html'>Are you in that chipper Christmas spirit? I am not. I don't know. I usually am, but I am not right now, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost done with the Knight Series and I am quite sad because that is the last romance book that I will be reading..in a while. I do not know what romance book to read after that.  I hate looking for romance books.&lt;br /&gt;Though, that series WAS in my tbr list. So maybe my earlier self finding books wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make a HUGE review of all of them. (I hope I can remember. Each book is better than the last)&lt;br /&gt;This series HAS to be reviewed..its is quite a &lt;b&gt;different&lt;/b&gt; type of series all together.&lt;br /&gt;First what series as SEVEN romance books, thats are hot, entertaining, suspenseful, and LONG!&lt;br /&gt;Each book is more than 450 pages long. Yes, when you read then you wonder how you were to able to read 200 pages in two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;I am finally out of the hellhole of the teller drive up. I will, thankfully, come back home to the main lobby.&lt;br /&gt;I did not like working in the drive up. It is so different to what I am so used to, and&lt;u&gt; I do not like being berated&lt;/u&gt; because I did not know at first. But thats is the work of many jobs, thank God my job is not like that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. im off to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-3251977488580792928?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/3251977488580792928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=3251977488580792928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/3251977488580792928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/3251977488580792928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/12/are-you-ready.html' title='are you ready?'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-6503285584622157169</id><published>2006-12-17T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:42:33.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas list</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;a billion dollar books a million gift card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rebel xt digital camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my "guy."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things. All I want Mr. Santa. So ok..one and three seem a bit..out there, but you can do it righhht?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Devil takes a Bride by Gaelen Foley is going by so WELL. I cried, I laughed, I smacked my forehead and scream idiot. This book is fab!&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I hate about it is the hidden triangles.&lt;br /&gt;He knows something, he won't tell her. She knows something but doesn't know it pertains to him. She knows SOMEONE yet doesn't know it pertains to him, but if he told her then that SOMEONE would reunite with him. That someone is his sister. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Its annoying lol. Devlin, which I love his name btw, is a total babe! And Miss Lizzie is such a innocent tease! UGH. I can't wait till they finally get together. Its gonna be hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highlighted my hair light brown. I am not used to it. Its coppery. Redish..brownish..blondish.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the hell it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on again, I spent a good hour oogling at the upcoming movie 300. OMG, I cannot wait. Anyone seen the trailor. Well one of them has an ending scene where like 7 men are like barechested. All washboard. ALL big and busty. Its...strange to see so many of those lol.&lt;br /&gt;OH boy, CANNOT WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movies I cannot wait to see are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;300&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charlotte's Web&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apocalypto (yes I know its out already)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eragon (this too)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blood Diamond&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Wedding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Good Shepherd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Good German&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dreamgirls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I started a new skin care regimen to help my acne. I do not have SEVERE acne is just the annoying breakouts I always get. Murad Acne complex. So far so good. I like it. It doesn't burn since I am used to the medicine they use.&lt;br /&gt;I get tired of people saying OMG BURNS. I tried EVERYTHING yet THIISSS BURRRNNS.&lt;br /&gt;honey, if you tried everything then 1.0% of salystic acid won't hurt a dead cell on your face.&lt;br /&gt;It tingles, buts its refreshing. When you use the wash, the scent is like a mentol type, it honestly wakes me up in the morning lol. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE it.&lt;/span&gt; I hope it works and I'll get the baby butt skin on my face again.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think my makeup might be hurting my face too. So I am migrating to something new and more acne safe. Anyone know any GOOD makeup out there. I was looking at that pure makeup by maybelline I think. Made of water.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to make a new template today or tomorrow. I am getting tired of this brown stuff. It is quite dull after a while. OH speaking of new templates, Mailyn, yours is absolutely fab! Its refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-6503285584622157169?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/6503285584622157169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=6503285584622157169&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/6503285584622157169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/6503285584622157169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-list.html' title='christmas list'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-7180137715936347343</id><published>2006-12-15T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T17:18:10.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>Thank God. I am finally done with my first semester of college. A, B, B, and a C. The C was in english. I truely believe the teacher does not like me very much, or she gets the wrong vibe.&lt;br /&gt;I am taking her next semester. crap. I hope I do better. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself (and my best friend) that I would not read a thing till finals are through. So I could focus on studying and whatnot. So now, I am FINALLY reading something, I swear I was about to go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I have the two Gaelen books I have to read (on the sidebar) and then the final Gaelen book. THEN I have to read Eragon that me and my best friend are going to read together. She has already started reading it. So im behind lol. Then after that I have memoirs of a geisha to read.&lt;br /&gt;So my book month for this month is pretty packed. &lt;b&gt;I am gonna love it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends came back from Jacksonville. YAY. So finally all my girls are together. We could act like total idiots. The problems from before are long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting my hair highlighted tomorrow. I have naturally dark brown hair..so I was thinking of a brownish/redish color for my highlights. Its going to be swell. I am gonna bring my book to read while waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Thats whats new in my life. No books to review or bitch about.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-7180137715936347343?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/7180137715936347343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=7180137715936347343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7180137715936347343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7180137715936347343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/12/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-2068487051318862349</id><published>2006-12-07T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T19:08:43.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love it! I LOOOVVVE it!! *swoons*</title><content type='html'>I seem to be on overdrive over Gaelen's Knight series. GAHLEE! Right on the last page I was parked in the closest spot on the dot my bookstore opened for the next book in the series.&lt;br /&gt;I had NO breaks in between books whatsoever. And from around 10-ish, I am already on the verge of breaking page 200! &lt;u&gt;chYea!!&lt;/u&gt; This hero, Billy, is DEVINE!! OMGGGOOOD! He is SOO hot and bad and...blonde and..has tattoos and.....blonde. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I want him and the heroine is such a..spark of fire. She is nothing like other heroines I have read.&lt;br /&gt;She definitely has the harlot's blood running through her blue blood!&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was fun. I acted like a totally doozy in front of "big dog." The bosses of all the branches. I know him from when I interned at the operation center. Its Mario! HAHAHAHA. He's a handsome old guy. I think he' s kinda hot..in a weeiird way lol. Have you ever thought of guy that was aged OUTTA THERE and was like...oooo i'd bang him?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Well he trained a few people for about an hour at my place of work and one of my fellow coworkers got an answer right. So I said, "high five." YET, I had my hands down low. My coworker, Matt, goes, "thats a low five."&lt;br /&gt;UGH, same difference. LOL. So everyone laughed at me and Mario goes, "high five," with his hands down low. OOH, they are not gonna live that down at all. Well, not for a long time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been &lt;b&gt;SICCCK&lt;/b&gt;. LordaMercey!! I had a headache, MIGRAINE, headache, sore throat, sneezing, congestion, coughing, ALWAYS COLD, yet I sweat, and I felt like my head was about to topple over.&lt;br /&gt;That was the day after I drank about five shots of vodka HAHAHA in some mixtures.&lt;br /&gt;Really bad handover? LMAO, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;But truely, my coworker told me that my pores open when I drink and if you don't watch out cold weather and sickness sweeps into your body really fast. Hence making me sick.&lt;br /&gt;BLEEH. I hate being sick. But the only thing that is troubling me now is the congestion and the coughing, but im sckoood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my english final. I hope I do well! I am not really scared at all. I think I can pull this off. I have to remember some steps that I always keep forgetting but alas, usually when something reallly important arises I do extravagant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just wanting to let you know what is going on in my life. New books and new things.&lt;br /&gt;No new boys, excluding the always random ones at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-2068487051318862349?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/2068487051318862349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=2068487051318862349&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2068487051318862349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2068487051318862349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-it-i-looovvve-it-swoons.html' title='i love it! I LOOOVVVE it!! *swoons*'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-2186791569062069617</id><published>2006-12-02T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T09:57:20.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>English essay</title><content type='html'>In english we are doing analyzing of poems and short stories, which I love because I read and from here I write about them. So I have an experience.&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday morning we had to write a paper about the short short I am about to show you.&lt;br /&gt;My teacher has TASTES! You'll see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Six minutes to six, said the great round clock over the information booth in Grand Central Station. The tall young Army lieutenant who had just come from the direction of the tracks lifted his sunburned face, and his eyes narrowed to note the exact time. His heart was pounding with a beat that shocked him because he could not control it. In six minutes, he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 13 months, the woman he had never seen, yet whose written words had been with him and sustained him unfailingly. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;He placed himself as close as he could to the information booth, just beyond the ring of people besieging the clerks...  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lieutenant Blandford remembered one night in particular, the worst of the fighting, when his plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of Zeros. He had seen the grinning face of one of the enemy pilots. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;In one of his letters, he had confessed to her that he often felt fear, and only a few days before this battle, he had received her answer: "Of course you fear...all brave men do. Didn't King David know fear? That's why he wrote the 23rd Psalm. Next time you doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: 'Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for Thou art with me.'" And he had remembered; he had heard her imagined voice, and it had renewed his strength and skill. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now he was going to hear her real voice. Four minutes to six. His face grew sharp.   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Under the immense, starred roof, people were walking fast, like threads of color being woven into a gray web. A girl passed close to him, and Lieutenant Blandford started. She was wearing a red flower in her suit lapel, but it was a crimson sweet pea, not the little red rose they had agreed upon. Besides, this girl was too young, about 18, whereas Hollis Meynell had frankly told him she was 30. "Well, what of it?" he had answered. "I'm 32." He was 29. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;His mind went back to that book - the book the Lord Himself must have put into his hands out of the hundreds of Army library books sent to the Florida training camp. Of Human Bondage, it was; and throughout the book were notes in a woman's writing. He had always hated that writing-in-habit, but these remarks were different. He had never believed that a woman could see into a man's heart so tenderly, so understandingly. Her name was on the bookplate: Hollis Meynell. He had got hold of a New York City telephone book and found her address. He had written, she had answered. Next day he had been shipped out, but they had gone on writing. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;For 13 months, she had faithfully replied, and more than replied. When his letters did not arrive she wrote anyway, and now he believed he loved her, and she loved him. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;But she had refused all his pleas to send him her photograph. That seemed rather bad, of course. But she had explained: "If your feeling for me has any reality, any honest basis, what I look like won't matter. Suppose I'm beautiful. I'd always be haunted by the feeling that you had been taking a chance on just that, and that kind of love would disgust me. Suppose I'm plain (and you must admit that this is more likely). Then I'd always fear that you were going on writing to me only because you were lonely and had no one else. No, don't ask for my picture. When you come to New York, you shall see me and then you shall make your decision. Remember, both of us are free to stop or to go on after that - whichever we choose..." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;One minute to six - Lieutenant Blandford's heart leaped higher than his plane had ever done.   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;A young woman was coming toward him. Her figure was long and slim; her blond hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears. Her eyes were blue as flowers, her lips and chin had a gentle firmness. In her pale green suit, she was like springtime come alive. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;He started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was wearing no rose, and as he moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Going my way, soldier?" she murmured.   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uncontrollably, he made one step closer to her. Then he saw Hollis Meynell.   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;She was standing almost directly behind the girl, a woman well past 40, her graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump; her thick-ankled feet were thrust into low-heeled shoes. But she wore a red rose in the rumpled lapel of her brown coat. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blandford felt as though he were being split in two, so keen was his desire to follow the girl, yet so deep was his longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned and upheld his own; and there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible; he could see that now. Her gray eyes had a warm, kindly twinkle. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lieutenant Blandford did not hesitate. His fingers gripped the small worn, blue leather copy of Of Human Bondage, which was to identify him to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even rarer than love - a friendship for which he had been and must ever be grateful. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;He squared his broad shoulders, saluted and held the book out toward the woman, although even while he spoke he felt shocked by the bitterness of his disappointment. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm Lieutenant John Blandford, and you - you are Miss Meynell. I'm so glad you could meet me. May...may I take you to dinner?"   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;The woman's face broadened in a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is all about, son," she answered. "That young lady in the green suit - the one who just went by - begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said that if you asked me to go out with you, I should tell you that she's waiting for you in that big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of a test. I've got two boys with Uncle Sam myself, so I didn't mind to oblige you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://img111.imageshack.us/img111/8318/innocentqb5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Ain't that the sweetest story that you HAD to read for school EVER!?&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a killer analysis, mostly about the author's tone.&lt;br /&gt;But, I printed it out and it is hanging in my bedroom wall right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-2186791569062069617?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/2186791569062069617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=2186791569062069617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2186791569062069617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2186791569062069617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/12/english-essay.html' title='English essay'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-8754448728152170369</id><published>2006-11-30T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:07:26.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 musts - (bear the length pls)</title><content type='html'>Every romance novel has some, little or all of what I am about to tell you. I am going to relate all details to the book I am reading (which is totally fabulous. *the guy is like a total hunk*)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lets cut to the chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;1&lt;b&gt;.  An Asshole, the Bitch, or Both: &lt;/b&gt; Now I have known that there is always someone in the book that will cause so much drama. OMG, I want to hurt them so badly. It is required. You cannot have a good story without any bad guy. It moves the story. But do they always have to make us want to throw the book to the wall (and when we do, we always run to it and chant apologies)In the Duke, there are CURRENTLY, three assholes. One died, one almost died and one is an  old man only wanting "whats best." (whats BEST. OMG! How about NOT!!)&lt;br /&gt;The drama. The reason why he met her. The reason why he sought her. The reason why the hero is in pain is ALL linked to him (old man asshole), yet he is not a "bad guy." Just an old man, again, wanting "whats best." He wants the hero, who is 35 going on 36, to marry his deaf 16 yr old daughter. This daughter is IN LOVE with the hero's friend who is SO much younger. Like what..22? I think. I want them to be together. BE WITH HIM. The young dude. Not with Robert!!!!!!! He's in love with Bel, can't you see you old fart!&lt;br /&gt;This whole drama shit is around their politics. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.  .  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;The Love Scene:&lt;/b&gt; The book has to have at least one fully detailed hot OMG hand tingling &lt;i&gt;loovvvee&lt;/i&gt; scene. There HAS to be a love scene. It is required under the hidden law somewhere (and the publishers of course) What makes me MAD is that some books only have ONE scene. And its a BORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;They entwined their arms and kissed each other passionately. Thegirl's spirits rose to the heaven's while she was transfixed on the pure sinful pleasure she found Theguy. It curned and it rolled like the sea until finally they exploded into something Thegirl never knew while Theguy rolled to his side and carried her with him.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;u&gt;the hell, to the no!!!!&lt;/u&gt; If I wanted to read some dandy english poem, I would have read the dandy english poem. AND then they just write one "love" scene. OMGOSH. It makes me soo mad. If the author has a problem writing the "dirty sinful words," then by God, what a boring "romance" writer you are. If you despise writing in that profound way, then you shouldn't be a romance writer (who will totally make their readers hot for more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Book I am reading now, so far, had two love scenes. Both were hot hot damn hot hot &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;. Now this is a romance novel. Love scene I am talking about is when they make..love duh. Now, ha....in this book. They do more than...um stick the pencil in the cap.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Miss Bel lol. She has a thing with his dick and her mouth. Those two bodily items are best buds, I am assuming, for life. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Best if you read it. Lemme quote from one love scene, quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try not to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert came home with a headache and he was pissy. So she takes him to eat dinner, which was his favorite. Then she takes him to his study where she tells him to sit down while she played the piano. She relaxes him. He almost falls asleep until she walked to him and took his wine glass from him. -- onto quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;before they "made love," btw.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a handsome devil, Hawkscliffe. When you're not scowling, anyway. Put your head back."&lt;br /&gt;He obeyed. She caressed, kneaded, and rubbed his neck and shoulders, silent at her work. To his surprise, her ministrations helped.&lt;br /&gt;"Feels good?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmm."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes thats better, my love."&lt;br /&gt;Brushing her knuckles silkily against both sides of his face and down his neck, she reached over his shoulder and unfastened a few more buttons down his shirt. Then she slid her hands inside of it, caressing his bare chest, exploring him.&lt;br /&gt;He felt her unbutton his shirt the rest of the way until her silken hands brushed it open against his sides. The coolness of the air grazed his skin and the warmth of the nearby fire thinged his belled, warmed his groin.&lt;br /&gt;As she reached over his shoulders, he felt her soft face beside his, nestling against his cheek as her hands glided across his chest and down his belly. His flesh raged with agonizing, craving life beneath her sweet, seeking touch. Anticipation swept through him like a fire, need such as her had never known with an lover in the past. He gripped the chair arms, waiting to see what she would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*turns page* (omg don't you hate that. RUINS THE MOMENT!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kissed his ear and tongued his earlobe as he fell into her spell. He let out a grown when she molded her hand over his hardness through his black trousers, petting him. (she likes that word.  PET. wtf)&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps she was waiting to see if he would protest, but he could not, being completely in her thrall.&lt;br /&gt;His chest heaved; he was poised and throbbing as she touched him then unfastened his trousers and slid her hand down inside.&lt;br /&gt;He moaned and lifted his hips, hungry for more. She gave it, freed him completely from his trousers and stroked him, lightly at first and then more firmly. His hands curled over the chair arms with a white-knuckled grip.&lt;br /&gt;She raked her fingers through the wiry hair on his chest and flicked his nipples with her tongue while, lower, she cupped her hand to his and fondled his rigid cock.&lt;br /&gt;To his amazement she kissed her way back down his stomach. She licked a light, teasing circle around his navel then parted her moist lips and slowly, tentatively took the crown of his towering erection into her warm, wet mouth.  He dropped his head aback against the chair with a delicious groan and touched her silky hair. She sucked him lovingly, her warm, firm hands vigorously stroking all the while to the very root of him and gently caressing him everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;After several mins of sheer bliss, she glanced up with a wicked little harlot smile, the stuff of schoolboys' dreams, running the tip of her tongue up the length of him. She caught his eye and bent her head again, swirling her tongue around and around his ultra-sensitive time, while keeping his gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. calm down. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OY...calm down!&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That&lt;/b&gt; my friends is one helluva love scene. Now to some readers that might just be the basic of them all but compared to the la-ze-dah love scene earlier, its a tad bit more of a damned scene.&lt;br /&gt;This book does not bore you at all lol. No sir-ee. nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. &lt;b&gt;Infidelities:&lt;/b&gt; Usually in romance novels, there are bastards from bad husbands.&lt;br /&gt;           Then there are stories about them, thus making series about the rowdy bastards of soso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Duke, and its series, are different. Its the mom. The mom aka the Hawkscliffe Harlot. She had THREE lovers and four children from them WHILE being married and having two other children. Five boys and one girl. All the boys are hot, of course, especially the baby boy..ooh. I'd bang him in a heartbeat!! Robert and the sister are legit while the four other boys are deemed lords, but everyone knows....different papa, for every single ONE of them, except the twins. Yea. She had twins too. I am wondering if this a true story. Wouldn't that be great? Lemme google real quick. No. Not by the name of Hawkscliffe Harlot but there should be a harlot like that somewhere, surely it'll be interesting to read about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. &lt;b&gt;Reading fast:&lt;/b&gt; I like to read read read. OMG, read read read. Whats next? Whats                 gonna happen, UNTIL I see that I have a paragraph left and its over.THEN for some reason I get SOOO mad. Why'd I read                 it so fast? NOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;Then we take like a 30 min break and crack open the book, lol. It is soo weird how we are soo dependent on reading. Doesn't that sometimes scare you? Man, it does to me. If I don't read, I literally go crazy. I get bitchy, I break out, I get stressed, and I want to kick a cat. Then I touch a book, read a few pages and it cures me. Again, doesn't that (sound) crazy.&lt;br /&gt;AND you don't go acting like "omg, keisha. You sooooh weeiiird", because you go through something similar like that. I know I aint the only weird romance bookworm in this part of the universe. Its like a drug. Honestly. And like all druggies: we pay for our &lt;i&gt;obsession&lt;/i&gt;, we do it everyday, we talk about it all the time, we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; about it all the time, and we cannot wait to find the TIME to crack                 open that book so we can just get in that paragraph so you finish the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I hated reading was little. Odd, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't ventured into books a million again to see if mr. laptop was there. I doubt he would be. And yes, roberto and steven are long gone in my mind. YET, when I walk past roberto, I still look at him. His flowy blonde sexy hair, which I want to run my hands through............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/5433/lovesmilehp2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wrote tons, including &lt;u&gt;sexxx&lt;/u&gt;, you had your fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-8754448728152170369?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/8754448728152170369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=8754448728152170369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8754448728152170369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8754448728152170369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/romance-novels.html' title='3 musts - (bear the length pls)'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-2493081801960402467</id><published>2006-11-29T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:11:47.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>glorious wednesday.</title><content type='html'>I read like twenty pages at my favorite book store while being hiddenly stared by a hot guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiddenly.&lt;/span&gt; Whats hiddenly you say?&lt;br /&gt;Well he'll stare when I am not looking.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll stare when he isn't looking.&lt;br /&gt;I caught him looking twice. TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;I know. I know. Its SOOOO high school, ugh get a grip. It was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happened, while reading a great book, which made me laugh outloud, in front of my hidden stare-er. Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll see him again.&lt;br /&gt;btw: he was blonde....probably has blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;.........and I was reading my sex novelia (romance novel)&lt;br /&gt;so. Yea, turned on baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving onnn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to work, which was mighty fun. I laughed AND was hit on by A LOT of people.&lt;br /&gt;We were giving out calenders and this guy was looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;I told him, "go ahead and take one sir, they are free."&lt;br /&gt;"oo. Ok. Are you in it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/5993/rotfltk1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy co-worker Tee, told me I should have said yes, december.&lt;br /&gt;Then watch him flip to december...and then laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was a bit harsh lol.&lt;br /&gt;Someone called someone a monkey. But it was all for play.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH, I &lt;u&gt;loovvve&lt;/u&gt; this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH Channy! You know that guy that barged into our table that one night at outback. Remember he just sat down and asked, "so what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;The friend of the "owner of outback" we got kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;That GUY. I waited on him. I waited on the asshole himself and now, his stupid RUDE friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out what class I am gonna take for my 8 o'clock hour MWF.&lt;br /&gt;Religions. Give me strength to endure this class, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in the early afternoon I was called by Marie asking if me and channy would be able to hang out. I said sure, UNTIL she said at eight o'clock at night.&lt;br /&gt;Then she tells me she has been in town for a few days..AND she is leaving tomorrow (which is today)&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't she call earlier? Like when she was driving here.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Keish, I am coming into town in a few hours. Are you free today?"&lt;br /&gt;And she asked to hang out at such a late hour. I could have went anyway, but I have things to do, such as give my body rest to wake up at 5 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Do my project and read my literature assignment.&lt;br /&gt;No, I do NOT just drop my duties. I want to, but come on!&lt;br /&gt;If I haven't seen my friends in weeks and had the notion that I am driving back home, my phone would be out so fast.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantel isn't taking it well.&lt;br /&gt;She is more angry than sad. I am more sad than angry.&lt;br /&gt;She never gets phone calls from Marie anymore..*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was just somebody to have "hangout" just for extra company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. Regardless, my day went swell. So..&lt;br /&gt;have a happy wednesday, I am. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-2493081801960402467?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/2493081801960402467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=2493081801960402467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2493081801960402467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2493081801960402467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/glorious-wednesday.html' title='glorious wednesday.'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-1662897778578764214</id><published>2006-11-27T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:05:24.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>before I go crazy</title><content type='html'>I went to books a million and got me a book that is on my TBR list.&lt;br /&gt;I needed a book that I could get into. OH WOW, I didn't tell you about the book I &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roughly, It was about a guy that died and turned into a ghost and about a girl that was like a medium, who could talk to dead people.&lt;br /&gt;That to me, didn't click *interesting* to me at all. &lt;b&gt;DIFFERENT&lt;/b&gt;, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ghost and Medium. hmm. Sounds cool, but it dragged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got the Duke by Gaelen Foley. From the looks of the lil family tree in the front this is gonna be one heck of a book.&lt;br /&gt;Usually (like in Sabrina's prince series) it is about a man's by blows. His bastard sons. Well in this book, the duke, it is about (i think) a duchess's bastards from her lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img374.imageshack.us/img374/3127/cheekytk3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had &lt;u&gt;THREE&lt;/u&gt; lovers. Four men including her husband. She was one women. She didn't waste NO time. She was named the "Hawkscliffe Harlot."&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is a true story or not, or something driving from the truth, but it has a Shakespearian actor as one of her lovers????&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed this book and read a page of it while eating a ultra fudge chocolate espresso brownie.&lt;br /&gt;I was tired so I wanted something really sweet and powerful to wake me up. Yes, it certainly woke me up, LMAO. I started shaking, I guess from not doing something to exert all the energy, LOL. That was a HUGE brownie, and it tasted SOO good. It was like a big block of coffee tasting chocolate. DIVINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..back to the title of this entry. You know, if you don't have a book worth reading you go bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the "bonking" coming so before it takes a hold of me, I got myself a book.&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS. &lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/4532/boogievf9.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also registered for classes. This is what I am (so far) taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women's Lit.&lt;br /&gt;American Government HONORS.&lt;br /&gt;General PSY.&lt;br /&gt;College Alg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to find another class because I want an eight o'clock hour class. So far I don't, obviously, and till then its only four classes. To me, that isn't going anywhere. &lt;img src="http://img90.imageshack.us/img90/1599/ohnoesbycamelhijackatioas7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem, there isn't a lot of 8 o'clock classes and most of them, do not pertain to me.&lt;br /&gt;UGGGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from Mailyn. Awesome quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid gray; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: white; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What Kind of Reader Are You?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Dedicated Reader&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 75%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;You are always trying to find the time to get back to your book. You are convinced that the world would be a much better place if only everyone read more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Literate Good Citizen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 65%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Bookworm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 58%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Fad Reader&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 38%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Book Snob&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 37%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Non-Reader&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the answers. I wish everyone could read like its their water and bread. We would be soo peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-1662897778578764214?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/1662897778578764214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=1662897778578764214&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/1662897778578764214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/1662897778578764214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/before-i-go-crazy.html' title='before I go crazy'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-1338326176572814131</id><published>2006-11-23T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T11:07:48.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-black friday</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving friends. I know you are probably tired of reading thanksgiving..thanksgiving..thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;I know, sorry.  But I hope you guys really dig into the food, it only comes once a year.&lt;br /&gt;Anything special on ya'lls menu?&lt;br /&gt;We have homemade cranberry sauce (though I rather have it from the can, yes ma'am) and homemade stuffing yummm.&lt;br /&gt;I specialize in the greens =D can't wait to eat omg.&lt;br /&gt;We kinda &lt;i&gt;fast&lt;/i&gt; (ya know, not eat) till the feast. I do anyhow. I sample so many things that is makes my morning meals anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus are you watching football? You better be. Its America's sport on &lt;b&gt;OUR&lt;/b&gt; holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YES, I am still in my pjs. I did however wash my face and brush my teeth, but c'mon, let a girl relax and enjoy the..aroma of ham cooking. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great wednesday. Sleep early for black friday. I know I have to.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping, yayness = &lt;u&gt;no money in checking account&lt;/u&gt;, booooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-1338326176572814131?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/1338326176572814131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=1338326176572814131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/1338326176572814131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/1338326176572814131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/pre-black-friday.html' title='pre-black friday'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-5256643720012140850</id><published>2006-11-20T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:16:19.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawn*</title><content type='html'>I have been tired all day and with that stressing.  I almost slammed my face on my keyboard in computer class. I was dead tired. I go straight to work from school and change my pants to slack in my car. I am trying to get the most hours in as possible. But today I forgot to get my work clothes, so I had to find a time where I had to drive home and I live FAR away. So that sucked. Waste of an hour really.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you guys are watching HEROES on nbc? It just finished. ACCK, I love this tv show. You got to get into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finished Forever in Texas earlier today. Lemme tell you that book was a bore. It was interesting in the beginning but it just dragged and dragged. BORING.&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna read a book from many I won earlier in the year.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will be SOMEWHAT interesting to read.&lt;br /&gt;I got headaches from reading F.I.T. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/6447/headacheia4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Speaking of headaches I had one since this morning. I don't know whats up, I need to schedule a check up. I got pX and it works really well, but I want to know WHY I am getting headaches. Its not the computer or reading because it WAKE up with headaches. Sometimes I wake up BECAUSE of them. It is really a bother. It fuses into a migrane sometimes where the lightest of light hurts my eyes and noises sound SOO loud. I get very bitchy and just want to lie down in the dark under the covers. So I just took my pill. I hate it, its gross lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is in NY NY having the time of his life with his fellow band members. I wanted to go! New York City. UGH. No fair. He is gonna watch two broadway shows, visit all the goodies and go shopping. He already bought me a fake GUCCI purse, even though he declares its real.&lt;br /&gt;But what type of GUCCI purse is 25 dollars. A fake one. "Its says its made in Italy."&lt;br /&gt;Rodger rodger rodger. If they can make a fake purse they can make a lil tag saying its made in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Hopefully it looks nice, he has great tastes, and I really do need a purse. &lt;img src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/5648/cheekytx1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus other people don't know its fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boy toys I had, are over. From the looks of it I am no longer any interest with Steven.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I don't click with people I don't know lol. Its alright with me. Roberto...is roberto.&lt;br /&gt;Still on the side looking beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Guy friends are still the greatest to hang with. Potential boyfriends are nervous pecks. Ger on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-5256643720012140850?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/5256643720012140850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=5256643720012140850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5256643720012140850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5256643720012140850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/yawn.html' title='*yawn*'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-1126865544121822910</id><published>2006-11-19T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T09:25:04.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time for everything</title><content type='html'>Have you ever read a book where the hero is a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. I am reading &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; book. Its not like its a bad book or anything, don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Though the book took forever it get going. Its..boring, said easy. The girl is gypsy and has been beaten and shit from prior guys. SO she is very defensive and frightened all the time. It gets old.&lt;br /&gt;The hero is not handsome. Is seriously tortured and has a very very very bitchy annoying older sister.&lt;br /&gt;I want to slap her. If I read a little more, there will probably be something more to hit her for.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she dies lol. She is one of those characters that you just want to kill off. Her name fits her.&lt;br /&gt;Gavrilla. Guerrilla. Cruella. She's obnoxious. One of those pansy omg you stick. She hates her brother. She keeps telling people her brother is a monster. He's an animal.&lt;br /&gt;AHHH go die please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://eur.i1.yimg.com/eur.yimg.com/xp/yahoo_manual/20060403/11/1636676025.jpg" padding="2px" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night and this morning, I watched Tristan and Isolde. Lovely movie, lovely story. Bad ending. Why do they always die or disappear. GAH. Is depressing. I started yelling at the tv.&lt;br /&gt;So many things that they could have done where the battles wouldn't have happened and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.digg.be/images/movie/takethelead2.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched Take the Lead. That was an awesome movie. There was so many things going on and it was HILARIOUS! The people in there were beautiful. Especially that asian boy.&lt;br /&gt;The dance is wonderful especially the tango in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Watch this movie. You'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dodgeball game was fun. We lost the first and second games. It was the first time I "exercised" in a long long time. Ergo, my muscles are sore lol. Its sunday and I played on friday.&lt;br /&gt;I am still sore hahahaha. I planned on running today in our block. Maybe. Maybe later, in the evening..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-1126865544121822910?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/1126865544121822910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=1126865544121822910&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/1126865544121822910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/1126865544121822910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-time-for-everything.html' title='first time for everything'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-461845660297392585</id><published>2006-11-17T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T19:29:11.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>which is why my major is poliSci.</title><content type='html'>If you have not watched the Special report on Fox News you totally miss out.&lt;br /&gt;Here I will give you the change to watch it. It is NOT short, nor is it long. At the most, it takes an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Its it NOT gory. Its not pop out OMG scary.&lt;br /&gt;Its literally scary. Its news scary. Its &lt;i&gt;REAL LIFE&lt;/i&gt; scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..All American's should watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are about to see is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;disappointing and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; disgusting&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fox News Special Report &lt;img src="http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/9325/usaribbones8.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,226482,00.html"&gt;News Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read the article. It gives great insight. But scroll down till you see the red colored font, stated each part of the online DVD special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love fox news. But even if you don't, still watch it.&lt;br /&gt;It is BENEATH you to &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;READ AFTER WATCHING THE VIDEOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; What I am so very afraid of mostly is that I know a lot about WWII. I love the happenings of WWII. Not by what happened, hell no, but of why. Of pure hatred. Of something so idiotic, its just..hatred. And from what I see in those videos and what I saw on TV. And what I read about in that article is absolutely SCARY beyond any words imaginable. Of the extreme islamist being in total hatred of us, is scary. It is not that I didn't know. I knew some people hated us but I didn't know it was to that extent. Its frightening. I saw it, before Bush called on Iraq to surrender in what two days or whatever, that we will be going on WWIII. Lets not play stupid. I see an all out (stupid pointless) brawl in this world very soon. The extreme islamist/terrorist/anti-semitist will go against us. The west. The Christians. The UK. The.....everyone that is not THEM, plainly and frankly speaking.&lt;br /&gt;You have people out there hating your guts. Your internal organs and they want your blood. LITERALLY. Without any hesitation they will cut your head off and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;And here we are worrying about Britney spears and her asshole husband who want sole custody of the kids or he'll air a sex tape. (and yes, I plead the 5th, I am one of "those people too")&lt;br /&gt;We are ridiculous. We are, as in us "west people," are blind to our damn skulls.&lt;br /&gt;There won't be peace with these people. No way. We want to, yes. But c'mon seriously. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot have good without bad. You cannot have just good, not matter how great sounds its dull and boring. And freaky. But I have never expected to be this bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-461845660297392585?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/461845660297392585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=461845660297392585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/461845660297392585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/461845660297392585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/which-is-why-my-major-is-polisci.html' title='which is why my major is poliSci.'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-2123968538408582006</id><published>2006-11-16T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T16:05:32.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH.</title><content type='html'>What now!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I am new. New to the dating scenario shit. New to the going out skindig.&lt;br /&gt;Steven asked me out to dinner. What do I say? &lt;u&gt;Well easy said than done.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just MET this guy yesterday. Ya know? I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; seen or talked to this guy since FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Again, &lt;i&gt;what do I say?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still infatuated with Roberto. I really am, even though I deny it, I am. He's so hot in his rugged way. I am soo boy confused! wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://entimg.msn.com/i/150/mo/OneSheets/new3/borat2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Very Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I love this movie. I can't get it out of my mind. I am telling you, you will laugh your stomach fluids out. Its soo funny! "..but does it have a pussy magnet." LMAO. Lordy, awesome movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;High Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow I am gonna play dodgeball. Oh yes. Throw some balls at people. I hope I throw them hard and accurate. I hope I kick ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, help me with the Roberto/Steven thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-2123968538408582006?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/2123968538408582006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=2123968538408582006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2123968538408582006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2123968538408582006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/ugh.html' title='UGH.'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-7482553691755163929</id><published>2006-11-15T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:00:51.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Wind, Water...let your powers combine!</title><content type='html'>Despite the "huge storm" with severe winds and blahblah rain that we were des, I went to watch Borat.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;OMG this movies is f'n hilarious. It is the most funniest movie I have EVER seen.&lt;br /&gt;Its very, uh..frank, but gah, you have to watch this movie.&lt;br /&gt;The best part: The stock broker hotel scene. Or the pamela anderson scene. GAH. So many moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go to a movie, especially a rated r movie, don't bring little children that are NOISY.&lt;br /&gt;Including babies! OMG. Leave your child at home with a &lt;a href="http://www.wmbb.com/servlet/Satellite?pagename=WMBB/MGArticle/MBB_BasicArticle&amp;c=MGArticle&amp;amp;cid=1149190949423"&gt;dependable babysitter!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really annoying to have a screaming baby in the theatre. Gez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off with that.&lt;br /&gt;I ah met Steven today. I found out he didn't live on the other side of Florida, he ah, lives here, goes to my school. YUP. Kinda freaked out, but ah, yea I met him. Of course we were shy so we didn't talk much. Mostly it was stupid conversation really. But he's a nice guy, not a psycho with a pet tiger (LOL Mailyn!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/5809/rotflhy2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert aka Roberto, probably knows I like him but he isn't doing anything. I want the guy to make the first move. He's totally hot though. UGH. Frustration male species. OMG. Frustration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda crazy. TOO much in a week. Not that I am complaining. I never had so much good "luck" in my life. Everyday is a new experience, I am just afraid of the bad coming.&lt;br /&gt;There is always a bad for a good. So I am getting hit with all this good, I am just preparing myself for something horrible to happen, and its scary because I don' t know whats coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/5114/worrykj1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that happened this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well on my rushed paper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;100% on the hard computer test.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got interested in a guy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met THE guy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extension on paper that was suppose to be due that I totally forgot. But the teacher extended it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lottery&lt;/b&gt; maybe? &lt;img src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/5896/crossfingersss4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-7482553691755163929?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/7482553691755163929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=7482553691755163929&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7482553691755163929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7482553691755163929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/despite.html' title='Rain, Wind, Water...let your powers combine!'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-2392907167943319868</id><published>2006-11-14T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T08:43:30.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set your mind</title><content type='html'>If you set your mind, you can do anything. Seriously. Now if you don't, then you won't and you can't.&lt;br /&gt;Of course everything won't go as planned but if you seriously set out goals and take them one at a time (don't bunch them) you CAN do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ thats my motivational voice speaking. It just came out. I couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today spring class schedules came out and I already have my classes all sorted and picked. Picked the teachers and times. I am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mondays (Wednesday &amp; Fridays):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religions of America&lt;br /&gt;College Alg&lt;br /&gt;General Psychology&lt;br /&gt;American Gov't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday (&amp; Thursday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women's Literature&lt;br /&gt;International Relations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/2005/relievedbe9.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I am gonna die with all them classes BUT I want to get them done with. All I will need are two science classes, which I will take during the summer, and I am off with my AA in hand.&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this guy. Its sorta confusing. First off lets talk about Roberto, the guy that I have been crushing on. I have not met this guy ergo haven't spoken to him, etc. But we stare. Oh yea we do. I think he is gorgeous, in his rough dirty sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;Then I met this guy named Steven. I didn't met him by person, but by myspace.&lt;br /&gt;(I know I know. OMG. Its so against me but omg this guy is fine as hell. Plus he's so sweet.)&lt;br /&gt;He lives on the other side of Florida. The exNay side. The Gator side. See I am a Nole's fan, not crazmatic, but a nole's fan nonetheless. He said by quote, "..but it's more fun to be rivals in a relationship.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;say what?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. He's a doll. I like him. So thats my crush now. Mr. Steven, whom I have not met personally, yet talked to whereas there is Roberto who I seen in person yet not spoken to.&lt;br /&gt;Which is better?&lt;br /&gt;Yea. I am having a hard time deciding myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I found out a reason why no one as been able to make comments. See my music has to UPLOAD first, and once the page is done uploading everything from another website it'll do whatever else on THIS site.&lt;br /&gt;So when that status thing is still running, don't touch the comment link. What till its done then click it.&lt;br /&gt;Its so bitchy like that. I was like beating my mouse against that link till I realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at work, I actually met a "miracle." She was driving across a railroad track that didn't have any of those lights, and was hit by a train. She said she remembered it being mid July and waking up sometime in August. Yup. She was in a coma. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/5851/ouchcs8.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know this sounds mean, but &lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you not know there is a fast moving train coming?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just bad peripheral&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;vision. Poor lady though. Again, how &lt;i&gt;scary&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of running traffic. I found this. Now, I don't know if this is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=908033806&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="330" height="236"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-2392907167943319868?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/2392907167943319868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=2392907167943319868&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2392907167943319868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2392907167943319868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/set-your-mind.html' title='Set your mind'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-5785370284630528743</id><published>2006-11-13T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:00:25.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Monday. Seriously!</title><content type='html'>Remember when I was stressing about like everything?&lt;br /&gt;Well I got my test and my paper back and I did &lt;u&gt;well&lt;/u&gt; on BOTH. That made my day.&lt;br /&gt;First period I got my paper.&lt;br /&gt;First off, the teacher said she had some papers to give back.&lt;br /&gt;Second she goes and tells us that if you do not pass this paper, you do not pass this class.&lt;br /&gt;She called my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started freaking. OH NO. I failed this class.&lt;br /&gt;But NOOOO. I got a B+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I got a B by slapping words on paper for an IMPORTANT paper! OMG.   You would not believe how great I felt. And at the beginning of the day too!&lt;br /&gt;Then the day went by smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;Last period I got my test back, which was a 100%!!&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/9140/boogiees0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I work, which wasn't anything to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;I go home and then get hit on by this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://myspace-400.vo.llnwd.net/00118/00/47/118877400_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started talking and all. He wants to hook up.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno about that. He wants me to call him. I might. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;But I really want to. Ya know. OMG. &lt;b&gt;He's so f'n hot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I am going off track. What a beautiful face can do to a person. &lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/5576/loveatfirstsightdp5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books. I finished the 'crazy' book. It was crazy. You have to read it. It is so hilarious. UGH. I am glad I own this book.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to finish reading some more of my friend's books. Starting with the one's listed.&lt;br /&gt;This author is a bit obsessed with Texas. It looks like a regular romance novel.&lt;br /&gt;I just need something to read.&lt;br /&gt;You know, if you don't read it like totally disrupts your mood. Its absolutely crazy.&lt;br /&gt;We are addicted to reading. How weird is that.&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely addiction!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-5785370284630528743?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/5785370284630528743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=5785370284630528743&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5785370284630528743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5785370284630528743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/great-monday-seriously.html' title='Great Monday. Seriously!'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-4579823401425014928</id><published>2006-11-11T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:09:41.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day two or three...or is it four</title><content type='html'>Last night I read a bit more of this crazy ass book.&lt;br /&gt;Ten pages will be todays redundant phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In "ten pages" I have read three rapes, 4 murders no-five murders, a make-out scene, a couple of whoring in vivid details and an acknowledgment of an STD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten pages, my friends. Ten pages. &lt;img src="http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/1585/shockedxl7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you beat that? Bet you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this book whips me out after a few. So much going on lemme tell you.  &lt;b&gt;OOOH forgot..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in ten pages I have read about two pimps, two attempted rapes and a acknowledgment of a girl being pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just side characters. The main characters are a whole different story. The heroine is one hard headed, sassy mouth, kick ass bitch. She will not EVER let anyone have the last word. She is one tough piece of meat. The hero is a Native American who is also a piece of raw hide and they both are rubbing each other raw. Its quite hilarious. Its like two alpha females going at it. Teeth and nails. With rabies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img214.imageshack.us/img214/9237/laughjw6.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full blown. You &lt;u&gt;have to&lt;/u&gt; read this book, I swear. Most disturbing yet, shockingly hilarious book ever.&lt;br /&gt;(besides Brave New World)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. You have to notice my new blog template. Didn't take forever since somehow I am in this template/layout mood. I made my friend her myspace layout and decided to make a new blogger layout.&lt;br /&gt;I like this one a lot. Its fresh. Bright. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am aware of fewer hits. What happened? I miss my commentors and just random people peeping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I really do miss ya'll.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/7867/ashamedsh8.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Something to make your weekend a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=1387715845&amp;amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="330" height="236"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-4579823401425014928?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/4579823401425014928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=4579823401425014928&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/4579823401425014928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/4579823401425014928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-two-or-threeor-is-it-four_11.html' title='day two or three...or is it four'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-8496412708100058701</id><published>2006-11-09T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T06:11:27.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span family="tahoma"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Have you ever read a book that was seriously crazy that you could not explain it.&lt;br /&gt;IT was INDESCRIBABLE?  Jaw dropping craziness, beyond anything you have ever read EVER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; book!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its f'n crazzzy. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a lot. A new book a week, at the most. I go through a lot of books, yet I have NEVER EVER read a book like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can fully describe this book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a chapter of this side character beating the girl, which is another side character.&lt;br /&gt;Beating. Like kicking. Punching with fists and the author is like SO vivid in her words. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know that. wtf!!!&lt;br /&gt;The guy is a fucking lunatic. And the girl is just..stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Maybe tomorrow sometime I will scan some of these crazy pages for you to read.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;HAVE&lt;/u&gt; to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;h5  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FROM A REVIEW OF THIS BOOK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This book was very good. One of the best I've read in a few years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just couldn't put the book down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This book has everything from love, murder, rape &amp; kidnapping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Rape? What. RAPE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I need to take a shower. An hour reading this book, which is &lt;b&gt;ENOUGH by any standards&lt;/b&gt;, made me feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-8496412708100058701?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/8496412708100058701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=8496412708100058701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8496412708100058701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8496412708100058701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/have-you.html' title='have you?'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-582421613247189637</id><published>2006-11-06T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:51:58.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fault</title><content type='html'>So I have been procrastinating and uh I am getting hit on the rear end BIG time over it. &lt;img src="http://img380.imageshack.us/img380/6764/guiltyxs1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;I'll live but it'll be a downer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do a paper by Wednesday (which is barely halfway done), which I will start on in 20 mins. I just got home from work and I am going to spend my twenty mins of "free time" as fast as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two tests today. I think I did well on both. I know I aced my computer test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Channy gave me tons of old book her grandmother read and I did a lil peeping tom with one of them. Patricia Pellicane's Nights of Passion looks very interesting. Don't let the title mislead you. Some phrases I peeped at where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sever your dick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fuck you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"drop dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i hate you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"blood gushing out of his head and his arms disaranged everywhere. I couldn't look, I turned my head..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the last part was like....."whoa." *flip to the cover*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/84/bb/e8a2024128a04f707ad09010.L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"whoa"&lt;/span&gt; Freaky book. So uh it looks &lt;b&gt;DRAMATIC&lt;/b&gt; don't you think lmao!&lt;br /&gt;So I am gonna read THIS first then the Villa (maybe not) I lost interest lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 8 o'clock (like 2 hours will finish my paper! I HOPE!) &lt;img src="http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/992/worrytv9.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes comes on and I cannot miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I only have fifteen mins now of free time!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the only way to get things &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;done&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is to procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;Well one thing for sure is, I am NOT doing this shit again lol. &lt;img src="http://img469.imageshack.us/img469/1443/ashamedki9.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-582421613247189637?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/582421613247189637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=582421613247189637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/582421613247189637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/582421613247189637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-fault.html' title='my fault'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-7055344635934828132</id><published>2006-11-05T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T13:56:42.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>must see its so funny</title><content type='html'>Watch this. You deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OH. New post below and I am sorry for that tatu song. I turned it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turn up your speakers &lt;/span&gt;because its hard to hear. &lt;img src="http://img519.imageshack.us/img519/8660/laughdr2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed enablejavascript="false" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=1333374792&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="330" height="236"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't forget&lt;/span&gt;. New post below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-7055344635934828132?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/7055344635934828132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=7055344635934828132&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7055344635934828132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7055344635934828132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/must-see.html' title='must see its so funny'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-3123563882606842707</id><published>2006-11-04T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T09:29:05.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day in and movie out</title><content type='html'>I finish the last of the Lord trilogy and I am still alive. Yes it was annoyingly stupid, but I got over it. I will tell you this, I cried like a baby in one of the scenes! OMG. It was soo touching.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;It was cute. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stupid&lt;/span&gt;, yet cute.&lt;br /&gt;Another book is going to be donated to the library.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the library, I had to return a late book (i know lol bad of me) and the charge was 2.70. When I got home I checked the mail and the library sent me a notice of a charge of &lt;b&gt;7 bucks&lt;/b&gt;. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the man took some money out of the balance because I donated?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a movie with my friend Chantel. Anyone seen Saw III? This movie is gruesome lol.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen the first two and really I didn't think you need to. You just needed to know how the guy rolls. But anyway, the beginning part of the movie was the most gruesome. I suppose I wasn't used to it like I was in the end lol.&lt;br /&gt;I used to watch gory movies all the time like Texas Chainsaw. I laughed throughout the whole movie. Didn't think it was bad. Didn't shead my eyes one bit. But for Saw III. omg. I missed like a quarter of the movie by just covering my eyes. I turned around and watched other people EATING food while this guy is getting tortured on the screen. EW. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;no sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I covered my eyes AND MY EARS. &lt;img src="http://img103.imageshack.us/img103/4985/covereyesyb8.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have noticed from the past is that these movies usually have a strong usage of hard language and I wince when they cuss, but now, its like listening to myself or my friends lol.&lt;br /&gt;Man, have we changed. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was good. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; plot. Just don't eat anything and use the bathroom before watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of my dad getting on my back about the book I read (i guess he gave up) my mom has taken his job. She is constantly bothering me about the nasty book I indulge myself in. "why don't I read something that will make me smarter?" Hell no. Then it wouldn't be fun. She likes to snoop into my room when I am not home, like I am hiding something. Every time something is missing or misplaced. She took my usb insert for my mouse, thinking my laptop won't work without it. I just told her you are just eating up my mouse battery. I have to insert the usb into the mouse to turn it off when I am done with the laptop, otherwise my mouse is just running all night.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I want to move out. I cannot take it.&lt;br /&gt;She keeps on egging me &lt;b&gt;over and over&lt;/b&gt;, to where I just want to yell fuck off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is not going so well. I had a really bad dream about English. We are doing a paper right now and I had a dream about this lady coming in from some sort of government institute about plagiarism. She gets everyone's paper and somehow searches through this database to see if you copied from another author (which there are databases like this. I saw half my class in criminal justice get F's because of this. I don't understand why they did that because the teacher didn't even &lt;i&gt;look&lt;/i&gt; over the damn paper.) Well that government official had my paper and she rates the papers 1 through 10 depending on how well you didn't use another person's words. Some got 10's and fives. If you get a DQ (disqualified) you plagiarized and get an F for that class.&lt;br /&gt;I got a DQ. I woke up and I was like..ok. This is a fucking sign for me to &lt;u&gt;check&lt;/u&gt; over my paper. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Scared the living shit out of me. &lt;img src="http://img54.imageshack.us/img54/2227/worryxf7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I be scared? Well I don't copy word for word, I just didn't...cite it right I guess. I switch words around.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, someone up there is telling me to change something on my paper and I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;First&lt;/u&gt; I need to get it done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-3123563882606842707?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/3123563882606842707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=3123563882606842707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/3123563882606842707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/3123563882606842707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-in-and-movie-out.html' title='day in and movie out'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-2329402134406147076</id><published>2006-11-01T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T17:24:11.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want power</title><content type='html'>My laptop's wireless internet is working!! YAY. Well it was, but some setting made it not work.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am soo glad! It works!!&lt;br /&gt;I am an internet freak, and so is my dad so sharing computers is horrible. &lt;img src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/9392/huglw4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am on my beloved laptop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd ya'lls Halloween go? Mine went...ok. It was nothing extravagant. Just stayed home. Went to work. Went to school.&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad hair day that day (and still do today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accounting test I took, that I studied for: I failed it. *sigh* I GIVE UP on that class. Its impossible. Only like 3-5 people are passing out of 37. ITS A LOST fucking CAUSE!!! This will be my first failing class ever. Not first C, not first D, but my first F. A and B student makes first letter below, and its an F! foeijaroeiauroejaoijafeaofjaeo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;other than that, I am passing the other ones. Low B in English (for petty "mistakes.") High A in computer class and an A in math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf. It doesn't mix! LOL. NO dammit NOOO! &lt;img src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/6650/irkedea1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said that he won't give a student an F, he'll withdrawl you from the class. Basiclly saying you dropped out of the class. It doesn't give the grade, so the student could of had a B and dropped out. Its discreet YET, its not presentable.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. I am changing my major anyhow, so its a class I really didn't need. It proved that maybe business isn't for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am changing my major to political science. I want to work for the government, though they don't get paid much, but its something I love.&lt;br /&gt;Thats what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of government, did you get what john kerry said a few days ago? He said something about yes education is an issue. Everyone should be able to go to college. College is nice blahblah, but if you can't go to college or can't get INTO college, join the military and CHUCKLED!&lt;br /&gt;Like that is fucking funny!!&lt;br /&gt;So you think that because some of them can't get into college we are STUPID. Oh hell no.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get into the college I wanted and I am &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; stupid.&lt;br /&gt;retardFUCKto. He needs to be cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. Next election, have at least ONE candidate that is decent for a job running a country. Bush aint doing well and if kerry went in...aye aye aye.&lt;br /&gt;OOH that reminds me. I need to vote. You, reading this, need to vote too (if you can duh) voting rules.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Do yourself a favor and help the country we NEED you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. I am tired of typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-2329402134406147076?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/2329402134406147076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=2329402134406147076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2329402134406147076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2329402134406147076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-want-power.html' title='i want power'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-1207806136357934709</id><published>2006-10-30T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:53:10.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random things.</title><content type='html'>Sunday Night. 910PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this on my laptop which has denied me internet access although I am connected and receiving a great signal. Blast the damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;I am also watching sleepy hollow with the very sexy Johnny Depp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not read my book since Friday, I think. Should I? It is not any revalence to any other Sabrina book. Again, should I? I want to say no, but what type of avid romance reader says no to a romance book?&lt;br /&gt;A smart one eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I have not finished my project. I can't do it. I will admit defeat. It angers me. I can't do it. I have an A in the class and I will ask the teacher prior to the due date if she can help me, but I am more concerned with my accouting exam. I have been studying and I am really proud that I have. I have put some um notes into my graphic calculator. (these things are awesome.) I need to write more of these "notes" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wishing I have persued my dreams of being a cheerleader since I was little. Everyone I know says I act and look like a cheerleader. I am ditzy, funny and fun to hang with. HMM. Speaking of cheerleading, have you seen the Dallas Cowboy thing on CMT? OMG! I love that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On myspace I got a message from a late 30 yr old male saying I was soo beautiful he couldn't help himself from writing a message. He's married and has kids. &lt;b&gt;Dude!&lt;/b&gt; Rut on your wife or use your hands for pete's sake. Major ew bucko, major ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to watch these movies:&lt;br /&gt;Flags of our Fathers&lt;br /&gt;Cold Mountain&lt;br /&gt;A Good year&lt;br /&gt;Prestige&lt;br /&gt;Borat&lt;br /&gt;Happy Feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just bored. Give me something to unbore me. I love you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-1207806136357934709?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/1207806136357934709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=1207806136357934709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/1207806136357934709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/1207806136357934709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-random-things.html' title='Some random things.'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-6486567995602990666</id><published>2006-10-29T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:58:30.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>checklist</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Excel Project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study for Accouting Exam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy Dad birthday present&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy Uncle Birthday present&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Hawaiian stuff for work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read at least ten pages (its like running freaking five miles. &lt;b&gt;I can't be DONE!&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate fast weekends. i hate not doing my work then procrastinating afterwards, but I am too lazy to do it right now.&lt;br /&gt;UGH, I am wiped out. Watching too much tv and staying in PJs till noon is a major workout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-6486567995602990666?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/6486567995602990666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=6486567995602990666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/6486567995602990666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/6486567995602990666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/checklist.html' title='checklist'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-4380343327300286554</id><published>2006-10-26T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:43:44.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one more &amp; Review</title><content type='html'>So today during my math class (that is so FREAKING easy) I finished up the Forbidden Lord. *sigh* thank God.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a pain to read. I only have one more book for this series.  I went to the book store after school and got that book. I read about five pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I already know whats gonna happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will gladly give these books to my library. Not that they deserve shit, they deserve some books. I always go to the library and it cost them a futune to keep it up and in stock with new books, I might as well donate some.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be reading them again, no sir. I am just reading these lame ass books to get Sabrina under my belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't be discouraged to read Sabrina. Her latest books are awesome. The books in the series I have now are her first books &lt;u&gt;AND&lt;/u&gt; they are under Avon. Double wammy.&lt;br /&gt;Her books after the Lord series, are FABULOUS! I encourage ya'll to read them. *especially After the Abduction.* But read the book in series order, better that way.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Do ya'll want me to give a review of the Forbidden Lord? The book that is so f'n awful. Yea? "It will make you laugh," huh. Well ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Jordan Willis, Earl of Blackmore. The most notorious rake of all freaking England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heroine&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Emily Fairchild, rector (preacher) daughter &lt;b&gt;AND under masquerade as&lt;/b&gt; Emma Campbell Lady Dundee's wreckless Scottish daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ isn't that a doozy. A virgin innocent and a ho-ish acting flirt. HAHAHAHA. Funny that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Jordan and Emily were at this masquerade brought by their families. Emily didn't dance or do anything more than sitting down. She was in mourning for her mother's death so she was dressed in black. Everyone was wearing masks of course, including Emily's cousin Lawrence. Lawrence and Jordan look exactly alike with their masks on, ergo, Emily mistaken Jordan as Lawrence. She rushed Lawrence to bring her home. Jordan thought, "oh great. A lusty widow." rightio! She says something like "don't you think so Lawrence?"&lt;br /&gt;Jordan stares at her and says, "who the bloody hell is Lawrence." He takes off his mask to reveil himself.&lt;br /&gt;Only to realize she made a mistake. They find out, though it took a long ass time for Jordan to take that excuse, and that she wasn't in some type of scheme to get him married to her.&lt;br /&gt;He asks her to take of her mask since he did. She does and of course they make out like a rake and a virgin do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/4163/eyerollcu6.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once settled they sneak back to the masquerade and never see each other for two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days Emily is summoned by her forbidden best friend, Sophie's, father, Lord Nesfield.&lt;br /&gt;Nesfield caught Sophie leaving the house and about to enter a carriage with a guy. She was about to elope with this mysterious guy, who I knew from the very beginning, and Nesfield will not have that.&lt;br /&gt;He's the asshole. He cannot have his daughter anywhere unless it is under his thumb. He was insane. Once you realize all the things he threatened and bitched about, I didn't think it was worth it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Having your daughter marry a respectable guy is bad? Again, &lt;i&gt;insane.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets backtrack. He called for Emily and demanded, not asked, for her to masquerade as his sister's wicked daughter. "No one will question you, and the bastard that tried to elope with my precious daughter will believe you to be trustworthy enough to confide himself."&lt;br /&gt;Such BULLOCKS. She laughs and basically said silly man, no way. He asks for his sister to leave the room and tells Emily that he will spread a rumor that might get her hanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily's mom had a terrible illness with much pain. So she was taking laudanum to ease her pain. Well the pain so was so severe that she killed herself with the laudanum. She couldn't take it anymore. When Emily checked up on her (since she is knowledgable with medicine) she found her mom dead. Then Nesfield happened to walk by at that same instance. Why was he near a sick area was beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nesfield threatened to inform the press that Emily killed her mom and she might be hanged. Her father, who is a rector, will be devestated. The love of his life committing the ultamate sin. Oh no. Emily had to do this. For father's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Ophelia, Lady Dundee, enters the room again, she is surprised to have Emily agree.&lt;br /&gt;(I love Lady Dundee!! Not her name though.)&lt;br /&gt;So they go to balls and luncheons pretending to be related, until this one ball where she mets up with Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;Sparks fly and he knows. This girl says she is Emma but this is Emily. Of course she denies and of course he seduces her. Of course they kiss and its the same as in the carriage two years ago. Of course she melts in his arms and of course she denies she is Emily. This back and forth "I am not Emily. I am Emma." - "You are not Emma. You are Emily," bullshit goes on forever. Until finally after a passionate kiss she tells him.&lt;br /&gt;He tries and tries for her to reveal the entire truth but she doesn't want him to know. He might go to the authorities and get her killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or have her masquerade ruined or her leads scared off. Since one of her leads is his best friend, Ian. Jordan promises and promises he will help her. But she refuses yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later she finds out who the guy is that tried to elope with Sophie is. Its her cousin Lawrence, which I knew from the beginning. It was so damn obvious. She tells her father everything, except the sex with Jordan obviously, only to realize he knew about her mother's suicide all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is where I was laughing like a madwoman. "Are you kidding me? $6 dollars of lost money. Staying up late. All this. For him knowing all along. OH HELL NO!" yea. PLUS wasted break time from work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipping along. Jordan finally finds out about Emily's dilemma, not from her though, and he finds a way to break the ice with Nesfield and Emily.&lt;br /&gt;Nesfield is furious. He threatens to go after Emily and her father. They tell him that he already knows. You can't hurt us na-na-na-na-booBoo. He turns red and tries and tries to irk them but he fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie and Lawrence get married.&lt;br /&gt;Emily and Jordan get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; get a headack. &lt;img src="http://img131.imageshack.us/img131/517/headachesk9.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop's internet isn't working. I don't know why, so I am on the home computer.&lt;br /&gt;I want my laptop's internet to work!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its not my internet lol. The neighbor has a really strong internet router, I use theirs.  Yea I know. Thats bad, but its so much faster than the computer's interent.&lt;br /&gt;BOOO.&lt;br /&gt;It connects and has a great signal strength but it won't...work.&lt;br /&gt;Neither FF or IE. BUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;Now it looks like I have to buy the family an internet router so I can have usage. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today's horoscope at myMSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gemini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;h5 class="pad_b"&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 class="pad_b"&gt;May 20 - June 20&lt;/h5&gt;Today, dear Gemini, you might experience a slight and very temporary dark night of the soul. You might take a good long look at your life, and, even though you're doing well, you still might feel that you're not yet where you want to be. Spiritually you might doubt both traditional views you've questioned, and yet still wonder about new concepts you've adopted. Try to distract yourself through reading or perhaps seeing a movie. This feeling will pass by tomorrow.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am a cusp. Either a gemini or cancer since my birthday, June 21st, sits smack dab in the middle. Sometimes I am a cancer. Sometimes I am a gemini. It depends on the horoscope company.&lt;br /&gt;I don't read horoscopes but once in a blue moon, I will. I read today's because I was bored and because Iron Chef America is on commercial. But my hororscope is so DEAD ON. Kinda freaky. Though this part, "Try to distract yourself through reading or perhaps a movie." I think reading won't distract me. LMAO. I have been dying for a movie. Borat comes out tomorrow, I think?! That crazy &lt;/span&gt;Kazakhstani&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; man's experience in America. Its fake but it looks HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.borat.tv/ms_blog/cannes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-4380343327300286554?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/4380343327300286554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=4380343327300286554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/4380343327300286554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/4380343327300286554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-more.html' title='one more &amp; Review'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-6210700150914878031</id><published>2006-10-25T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T16:55:20.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>agony</title><content type='html'>I got guy issues to talk about. And I got (stupid revolting) book issues to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the guy issue. Robert. I saw him, again, from a distance. My friend didn't tell him, but I was sad that I didn't see him up close. My class let out a couple mins late and their class let out a few mins early. So we missed each other. WAH lol.&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda relieved.&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends that isn't in my grade came to the college just to hang out and I told her of the situation. So her, Chantel, and I walk to Chantel's class, that has Robert in it, and the door was open. I was in front of them and I see him in the class, so I keep walking forward instead of stopping smack dab in front of the door. My friends didn't share that logic. So when they see me walking ahead they go, "Keisha come back here. Is he in the class? Keisha."&lt;br /&gt;OMG. STFU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;They don't think he's a pretty boy but I do. I don't think Chantel's crush is a pretty boy. We have SUCH different tastes in men. Although, when it comes to ULTRA hot guys like Rusty Joiner, we don't bitch about that. We both bang him. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friends, I am no where nearer humping Roberto at night. Sorry pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the book issues. From the earlier entry I was ranting how the "guy" was Lawrence. Remember that? Well guess who the guy is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWRENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on break and I started laughing like a freaking madwoman. I knew from the very beginning who the guy was. I knew before the damn drama happened. It sucks when this happens. You read so many books that all the ideas repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl &lt;u&gt;pretends&lt;/u&gt; not to be a virgin and so when the guy is in the position she tenses up and then the guy goes all the way in he says, "oh shit, DAMMIT. you're a virgin!"&lt;br /&gt;GAH. Some "love scene." Gag-festival. Who wants to read pain in the mists of "pleasure."&lt;br /&gt;Its so cliche, its sad.&lt;br /&gt;Then they make love for the second time in the carriage and she is acting all ho-ish like she had sex with him for 2 years everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know how to move"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For beginning romance readers &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; Avon publishing. It should be. &lt;img src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/7342/irkeddn7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH and the drama in the book is focused on Emily. She has a spiff for Medicine and her mom died from killing herself with Laudanum. Emily, the heroine left the Laudanum in her room therefore she feels like SHE killed her momma.&lt;br /&gt;And the asshole in the book blackmailed her to do this masquerade as a ho to find out who tried to elope his daughter, OR he will tell Emily's father that she killed her mom.&lt;br /&gt;Then I am at the part of the book where the father knew all along.&lt;br /&gt;So all this drama shit was completely &lt;b&gt;POINTLESS.&lt;/b&gt; Here I am wasting my freaking 15 min break at work to this shit on paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/9485/fierymk6.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so mad, that I only took 10 mins. I quit reading and went back to work. Thats how lame the book is. OMG. Sabrina. WTF. No &lt;i&gt;wonder she left Avon.&lt;/i&gt; I bet it was killing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed me off. After this, there is only one more book for this series, then I will be finished with all of Sabrina's books. Then I am going to read the Villa. Some real new type of Romance. I read it before, and its fabulous. After that comes to contemps. I hope I can endure the pain long enough for those two lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting shelves too. Like &lt;a href="http://imaginaryorigin.blogspot.com"&gt;Mailyn&lt;/a&gt; but its going to be  a corner book shelf. I'll show you pix when it gets finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the comment link better work for this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-6210700150914878031?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/6210700150914878031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=6210700150914878031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/6210700150914878031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/6210700150914878031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/agony.html' title='agony'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-5912434843683932805</id><published>2006-10-23T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T17:34:19.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roberto</title><content type='html'>I saw him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/2323/flirtvw1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quickie because Hero is on now (NBC right NOW!!) . But I always wait for my best friend outside her Sociology class (the same class Robert is in) and I txted her to walk behind Robert.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher talks SO LOUDLY, and I heard him dismiss the class. I wait. Channy is usually the third person or so out of the door but today..she wasn't. She was right in front of Roberto. She was smiling indicating, "there he is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DUH.&lt;/u&gt; I know what he looks like. He's the guy I wanna hump at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he looked at me and of course I was looking at him. He smiled and he &lt;b&gt;blushed!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blushed. He blushed and shyly walked away..quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH man. Channy told me she is gonna tell him, and I know Channy, she probably will.&lt;br /&gt;psht go ahead. I need a man. A blonde. Tall. Sexy guy that I would gladly hump at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok commercial ended!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-5912434843683932805?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/5912434843683932805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=5912434843683932805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5912434843683932805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5912434843683932805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/roberto.html' title='Roberto'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-2526729478921469218</id><published>2006-10-22T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:50:57.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>addicted</title><content type='html'>Everyday I seem to be making a post. Not that is is bad or anything, but I write an entry every day. I should let my entries sit a lil. Accumulate. Settle. Fester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to write something.&lt;br /&gt;My way of releasing vent up &lt;i&gt;festered&lt;/i&gt; chi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Lets talk about the book I am reading. The Forbidden Lord.&lt;br /&gt;haa. uhh, this book is soo cinderella like it bugs. Not that it is a bad book, I just hate hate hate knowing things when all the characters don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Lawrence who likes Sophie. Didn't you notice how he always talks about her. And c'mon Emily didn't you see how Sophie &lt;u&gt;blushed&lt;/u&gt; when you started about about your cousin, Lawrence.&lt;br /&gt;BLIND people. OMG. Look! Lord, please &lt;i&gt;LOOOK!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. My fingers just took over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis so far, since I NEVER read the back of books (i like to *surprise* myself) is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hero, the stepbrother of the stupid idiot stupid reformer that married the pirate Lord, is the most notorious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*everyone joins in after seeing this, like, all the damn time*&lt;/span&gt; rake of all England &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*joined chant ended* &lt;/span&gt;I swear, its the Avon company. Its poisonous. Anyway. This rake who is like totally Derrek Craven: dark hair; built; tall; yet minus the green eyes is Jordan, the hero, which has black as midnight eyes, has mistakenly assumed company with a rector daughter. Since my vocabulary is like, so awful, it took me awhile to know what the hell "rector" meant. Priest. Holy man. Church guy. God's servant.&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame Jordan, he thought Emily, the heroine, wanted some loving, seeming she was talking to him and she was wearing black. OH she is in mourning. She needs booty. PLUS this was all happening at a masquerade. Hence everyone had masks and feathers and costumes.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* HAHAHA. I seriously laughed. He comes to realize that she mistaken him for Lawrence who looks like Jordan. They get into the carriage and she starts talking and finally she goes. Lawrence, what is wrong with you. You are acting different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lawrence. Who the bloody hell is Lawrence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! &lt;b&gt;busted!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they start talking and it takes forever for Jordan to realize that she is not playing. She has no scheme to trap him into marriage with a ultra virgin. She just was plain out...mistaken. So they turn the carriage around and he asks her if she can show her face, because he had already. So she takes it off and *harps plays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a beaut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea know, they make out. And they sneak back into the masquerade and never see each other for two months. The agony!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time Miss Sophie, who I will deem the bitch in this book because she is the one causing the damned drama. She almost ran off with this secret guy. Her father, who I deem the complete definition of asshole, wants to know who that bastard is. So he takes Sophie and sends her to Scotland secretly and sends for his sister, Duchess Dundee. (Sabrina. The names good Lord)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dundee and her brother want to find this guy so they take in Emily. She is forced, by the asshole or he'll spread the worst truth ever, to become this Emma Campbell.&lt;br /&gt;Dundee's bad girl daughter from Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;Emily was never brought out, so no one knows Emma is Emily. EXCEPT JORDAN.&lt;br /&gt;So at this party, Emma meets Jordan and sparks fly. For one, Jordan remembers Emily as innocent, naive, pure while Emma is a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;Jordan sneaks her out in the garden to prove she is Emily by kissing her. She surprises him by kissing him back like a full blown courtesan. But he still believes its Emily. Off center, but still believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she is acting like a slut and trying to help find this guy who almost ran off with Sophie no one thinks of Lawrence. ACK! Its Lawrence people. I read too many romance novels and been tormented with the same damn synopsis of Avon to know, its Lawrence!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND what is up with the men that is bare chested yet fully clothed under the waist.&lt;br /&gt;HUH. Its really annoying!!!&lt;br /&gt;Avon. I hate the beauty product too. I bet the real place in England sucks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;I fixed the stupid right column and added a guy to the left column. And if you have your computer set to mute, I have also added music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-2526729478921469218?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/2526729478921469218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=2526729478921469218&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2526729478921469218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2526729478921469218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/addicted.html' title='addicted'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-2404704592727268691</id><published>2006-10-21T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:16:47.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New book &amp; Review</title><content type='html'>I finished the Pirate Lord at work. MM. One of those rolls your eyes book. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Onto book number two. Hopefully this is a wee bit better.&lt;br /&gt;Avon books, from what I noticed are all &lt;b&gt;BORINGLY&lt;/b&gt; stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH I love you from the moment I saw you. I love you now and forever."&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me. Blahblah. love love love.&lt;br /&gt;GAH ok, we get it shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pirate Lord itself was just lame, lol.&lt;br /&gt;I bet Mailyn is like, "ok cough up the five bucks. I told you that book sucked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first the book was ok, interesting DIFFERENT. Now after reading this book it so ugh annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Gideon (i know awful name) Horn aka Pirate Horn.&lt;br /&gt;Heroine: Lady Sara Willis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is a reformer that wanted to document all the tragedies that convicted women go through on ships taking them to new south wales (Australia) To document this case she plans on &lt;u&gt;going with them&lt;/u&gt; to Australia. Idiot, stupid dumb, IDIOT. Her stepbrother, who doesn't let the step interfere at all, does not want her to go on the trip. He knows its stupid and ignorant and above all dangerous. But she does a lil pouting and bitching and he lets her go, but without her knowing he hires a sailor to watch over her.&lt;br /&gt;Shes on the ship and she likes the ocean but they have to dock at a island to restock on supplies. They get the supplies. While in the meantime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gideon, mr boss pirate, and his men are at this "island" looking for females. All they find is ugly whores that doesn't even want anything to do with them. Gideon and his crew find out that there is a ship nearby. A convict ship full of women. So Gideon waits till Sarah's ship leaves dock to take over the ship and "rescue" the women.&lt;br /&gt;The women on the boat are all frantic. OMG PIRATES. They are gonna rape us. OH noes!!&lt;br /&gt;The pirate proclaim they are rescuing them from a life on Australia. He tells the women we are taking you with us on our boat to marry my men and you will never see your families or friends again, basically.&lt;br /&gt;They women are not pleased ESPECIALLY Lady Sarah. She is the most idiotic female ever. First off this is a full blown pirate who looks like a damn pirate, earing and all, and she has the nerve to bad mouth him.&lt;br /&gt;They have a lil talk and she realizes they are taking them to this island that isn't on the map and is just a "paradise." He names this island Atlantis.&lt;br /&gt;(Ya know. I think Sabrina was going through some weird phase..or maybe it was Avon's fault)&lt;br /&gt;He plans to start a colony on this island and you cannot have an island without females.&lt;br /&gt;Finally they are at this island and it really is a paradise and some women and men are coupling up. All Gideon's plans are working well.&lt;br /&gt;The hired sailor was sent back to the island of whores (where Gideon first saw Sarah's ship) to fend for himself since he was paid off by Gideon. He really went and got Sarah's stepbrother, his employer, to rescue Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;During this whole time, Sarah and Gideon start liking each other.&lt;br /&gt;The hired sailor brought Jordan, Sarah's stepbrother (better name thank the Lord) to the island, then snuck of Sarah back into his ship back to London.&lt;br /&gt;Gideon is elated with love for this woman only to realize she is gone. He goes berserk, you know how that ALWAYS go...&lt;br /&gt;She comes back and they make love and their happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reliving it again made me tremor in disgust. &lt;img src="http://img284.imageshack.us/img284/2338/loserol6.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhu, I got the second book, I hope its a lil better than the Pirate Lord. At least I know who the Pirate Lord is now. Him and his gold hoop earing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this while getting book 2 at the book store. It looks so interesting and so touching. I might read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.usatoday.com/life/_photos/2006/05/31/from-baghdad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;When Marines enter an abandoned house in Fallujah, Iraq, and hear a suspicious noise, they clench their weapons, edge around the corner, and prepare to open fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What they find during the U.S. led attack on the most dangerous city on Earth, however, is not an insurgent bent on revenge, but a tiny puppy left behind when most of the city's population fled before the bombing. Despite military law that forbids the keeping of pets, the Marines de-flea the pup with kerosene, de-worm him with chewing tobacco, and fill him up on Meals Ready to Eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Thus begins the dramatic rescue attempt of a dog named Lava and Lava's rescue of at least one Marine, Lieutenant Colonel Jay Kopelman, from the emotional ravages of war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;From hardened Marines to war-time journalists to endangered Iraqi citizens, From Baghdad, With Love tells an unforgettable true story of an unlikely band of heroes who learn unexpected lessons about life, death, and war from a mangy little flea-ridden refugee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quantico.usmc-mccs.org/Images/Jay_Kopelman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aint that just so precious? Into the never ending tbr list it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-2404704592727268691?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/2404704592727268691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=2404704592727268691&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2404704592727268691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2404704592727268691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-book.html' title='New book &amp; Review'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-3644370730830004336</id><published>2006-10-20T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T17:27:21.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work on paydays = bitch</title><content type='html'>So I come in seeing a moderate line thinking wow, not so bad today. I clock in and start to work.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad. Then it hits 330 -ish.  We close at 530 but some members don't know we extended the hours. So they assume we still close around4.&lt;br /&gt;Again, its 330 and the crazy transactions start coming.&lt;br /&gt;I want to transfer 300 to this account. Then take out 400, 200 in $1 and 200 in $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am thinking..oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put in the info in the computer and the machine starts working to dispense the money.&lt;br /&gt;It can only do fifty bills at a time. So it took four takings of the one dollars bills just to get the two hundred..ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to count it &lt;b&gt;BY HAND&lt;/b&gt; to myself, then I have to count it again to the member.&lt;br /&gt;Counting all that money takes FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That member leaves and my shoulders and hands are all cranked up. A new member comes with a simple transaction of depositing a check. OK.&lt;br /&gt;Then here comes crazy transaction member number too.&lt;br /&gt;He has a certain amount of money in paper and he wants to switch it for coin for God knows what.&lt;br /&gt;That certain number of coin was $101 dollars. He gave me 166 dollars in random bills.&lt;br /&gt;The rest were broken into lil denominations of money.&lt;br /&gt;Took forever for this whole transaction.&lt;br /&gt;Then at the end of the day I was OVER five dollars.&lt;br /&gt;WHY.&lt;br /&gt;I started to panic, I can't be over. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO. &lt;/span&gt;I frantically searched and my friends helped me and I found it. I hope I did.&lt;br /&gt; I hope its the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;right&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; one that was wrong. &lt;img src="http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/363/worrygn9.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out I didn't process my bonds. Bonds go into a category of checks and the checks have to be scanned by a deadline, which is 545pm ( i think) and at that time it was 6! I was like shit, she is gonna kill me (the lead teller) I started to work on the bonds and I couldn't find out the redemption value of the bonds. AUGH. So I am looking and looking. The computer isn't helping at all. So I have to dig into my receipts to find the one I did with bonds and UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man oh man. I am good though. Everything worked out well in the end. I was perfectly in balance, and my gizmo's matched, but I feel I did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And usually, whenever someone has this feeling, you usually &lt;u&gt;did&lt;/u&gt; something wrong, and it doesn't turn out so well.&lt;br /&gt;I am so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to get gas, because I am almost empty, only to realize the gas went up. SHIT ON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;ANNND that station did not have any regular gas so I had to get unleaded plus.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT ON THAT.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have a bunch of shit I have to do for school. &lt;img src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/4748/headachehc1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank God its Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Seriously.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-3644370730830004336?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/3644370730830004336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=3644370730830004336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/3644370730830004336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/3644370730830004336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/work-on-paydays-bitch.html' title='work on paydays = bitch'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-4243218348984356679</id><published>2006-10-19T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T17:14:50.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While the lasagna is in the oven (I hope) I am gonna do some random survey's to let out bordom and for &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; to get to know me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Song that always makes you sad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. Nothing in my head that pops up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2. Last thing you bought?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bread and ricotta cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 3. Last person you argued with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my mom probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 4. Do you put Butter before putting the peanut butter on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; WTF? Why would I mix butter with peanut butter? ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 5. One of your stuffed animals' names as a kid?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 6. Did you ever own at one time a Barenaked Ladies Cd?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 7. Favorite day of the week?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fridays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 8. Favorite Sundae topping?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;m&amp;ms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 9. Did you take Piano lessons?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes, and I hated every damn moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 10. Most frequent song played?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh there are sooo many. Akon's smack that. Snap your Fingers by Lil John. London f'n bridge by fergie..ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 11. T.V. show you secretly enjoy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dirty jobs on the discovery channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 12. Would you rather play basketball or hockey?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 13. Date someone older or younger?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;older. I love older men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 14. One place you could travel right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;COULD or WOULD. Right now I could not travel anywhere lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Do you use umbrellas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 16. Do you know all the words to the Canadian national anthem? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, Canada..something something..long live the Queen. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 17. Favorite Cheese?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cheddar or Mozerella!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 18. The Smith's or the Cure?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 19. Do you prefer Blondes or Brunettes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;blondes..for some ODD reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 20. Best job you ever had?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the job I have now. Nothing to complain about, except cranky people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 21. did you go to your high school prom?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I did, and it was a BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 22. perfect time to wake up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whenever my body wishes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 23. perfect time to go to bed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'round one or two in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 24. do you use your queen right away in chess?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no no no. Its the knight you let romp the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 25. Ever been in a car accident?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no *knocks on wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 26. closer to mom or dad...or neither?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; My mom, most def!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 27. what age is this exciting life over for you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 28. what decade during the 20th century would you have chosen to be a teenager?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;90's., la doi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 29. Favorite shoes you have EVER owned?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my black "dancer" shoes from skeckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 30. Do you have an article of clothing you have had since you were in high school? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ya, considering I just came out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 31. Were you in track and field?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Were you ever in a school talent show?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 33. Have you ever written in a library book?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 34. Allergic to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Benzoyl  Peroxide and random colognes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 35. Favorite fruit?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Persimmons!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Japanese fruit btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of Jap.fruits look at this, that they made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/1390088.stm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/olmedia/1390000/images/_1390088_watermelons300ap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aint that the shit? And did you read the article? *click the picture* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PRICE.&lt;/span&gt; Good Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Canned watermelon anyone. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 36. Have you watched sex and the city?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 37. Baseball hat or toque?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 38. Do you shampoo first in the shower or soap?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 39. Wet the toothbrush or brush dry with the toothpaste?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 40. Pen or pencil?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; pencil if able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 41. Have you ever gambled at a casino?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;couldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 42. Have you thrown up on a plane?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 43. Have you thrown up in a car?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 44. Have you thrown up at work?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; um, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 45. Do you scream on roller coasters?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; yea, but its the thrill of all that adrenaline rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*random note*&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded the latest Firefox. They have spell check on it. Like awesome!!!! ok moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 46. Who was your first prom date?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no one asked me. Like I had leprosy or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Who was your first roommate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haven't had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 48. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk for the first time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Smirnoff Vodka. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 49. What was your first job?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vault Clerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 50. What was your first car?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scion XA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 51. When did you go to your first funeral?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haven't *knocks on wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 52. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HA. Define hometown to a military brat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 53. Who was your first grade teacher?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gez. I don't even know that. I went to 3 elemetaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 54. Where did you go on your first airplane ride?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Philippines to Washington state. Age = barely 1 I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 55. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haven't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 56. Who was your first Best Friend and are you still friends with them?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Charice and no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 57. Where did you live the first time you moved out of your parent's house?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Haven't moved out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 58. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chantel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 59. Who's wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or a groomsmen?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;never been to a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;60. What is the first thing you do in the morning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 61. What was the first concert you attended?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All american rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 62. First tattoo or piercing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ears, same day I was born. No tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; 63. First celebrity crush?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; UGH. Aaron carter. Don't push it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-4243218348984356679?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/4243218348984356679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=4243218348984356679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/4243218348984356679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/4243218348984356679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/survey-time.html' title='Survey Time'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-7377232253651216540</id><published>2006-10-18T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T19:28:52.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gave in</title><content type='html'>I couldn't take it. I wasn't reading. That's like not drinking. I was dying. I couldn't do it with Angels  and Demons. I guess since school and work, my stress level and risen, reading is my way of relaxing. It's not as if A&amp;D is a bad book, it just didn't spark my interest level, at least at the moment. So after work, I headed down to the library and got the Pirate Lord. I started reading it while I was driving. Thats how freaking depraved I was lol. But its good.&lt;br /&gt;I am going into chapter 4 and so far so good, as always from Sabrina. Ah man, the heroine is so stupid lol. Not like stupid stupid..but she's a bluestocking reformer..yet stupid. Stupid. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to change some laws of reforming prisons and transportation of women through ships. She claims that women going through these processes often get raped and blahblah. True.&lt;br /&gt;So she plans on &lt;b&gt;GOING WITH THEM&lt;/b&gt; on a ship to prove she and her reform group are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one will touch a respectable lady." &lt;img src="http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/6259/rotfltm0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honey. *laughs* All the nasty men &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; touch a stupid lady, I guaran-ass-tee that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in chapter 3 we finally met the acclaimed hero. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; I say again. He's a pirate captain and his men are cranky, being on this island see. They need booty. Lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Mrs. Willis, the heroine, on this boat named Chasity...porting on this island with more horny than usual men.&lt;br /&gt;Doom. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. &lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/2171/boogiegs0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats as far as I got. Man I can feel my blood tingling with pleasure..I can hear my inner voices thanking me for getting the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a book, The Villa, that I plan on reReading after I finish with the Lord series. I loved this book.&lt;br /&gt;How the girl, the mom and the grandma &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; get laid in this book. Its fantastic, different, and again, fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and school I downloaded firefox on one of the library's computers. I couldn't take IE anymore. Screwing up with everything I do. Most likely its going to undownload once they restart the computers (which they do everyday) but its remarkable how I am able to download in the first place. Shoot, I could download a virus and knock all ALL the computers, since they are all connected to the same server. GAH. What a shit-hole that'll be. &lt;i&gt;nothing inteaded, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savetheinternet.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/94/savethenetxh1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savetheinternet.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.savetheinternet.com/images/blog_image.jpg" width="150" height="200" alt="Save the Internet: Click here" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Found this a few mins ago. This is pretty sad and yet looks legit. (You can never trust some things over the internet)&lt;br /&gt;But check it out. Join, and spread the word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-7377232253651216540?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/7377232253651216540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=7377232253651216540&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7377232253651216540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7377232253651216540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/gave-in.html' title='Gave in'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-586983685533830716</id><published>2006-10-17T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T10:10:36.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yayness</title><content type='html'>Template is up.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a pain in the arse to make. OMGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't have done this w/o Mailyn. My brain was going overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several things to say before I start working on my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I saw a guy named Robert who I nicked name r-r-r-robeRRRRto. &lt;img src="http://img158.imageshack.us/img158/1145/loveatfirstsightzr1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;He's so &lt;u&gt;f'n&lt;/u&gt; hot.&lt;br /&gt;*moans*&lt;br /&gt;sexy.&lt;br /&gt;My girl Channy knows him. OO!&lt;br /&gt;Well we were walking to my car, Channy and I, and we almost collided with him around a pillar, but we didn't. OMGOD. He was handsome. Blonde hair. Long BLONDE HAIR. Bit broad.&lt;br /&gt;pssht. I'd hump him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to books a million to see if The Pirate Lord was there. Just to keep it in hand after I finish Angels and Demons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(like I am about to finish it in a day or two, HA! whatever!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hear this lady talking, "Young ladies should not read romance it is only for adults. Its vulgar and inappropriate for today's youth."&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't talking to me, but I guess to a younger girl or her friend. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;The teen book selection is &lt;b&gt;IN&lt;/b&gt; the same row of this vulgar romance.&lt;br /&gt;Actually teen books is facing this inappropriate reading material!&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the migration of teen readers in teen books WILL go to romance.&lt;br /&gt;I did. PLUS add the fact that its right smack dab next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Like smoking. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Get em while they're young.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-586983685533830716?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/586983685533830716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=586983685533830716&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/586983685533830716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/586983685533830716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/yayness.html' title='yayness'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-1370507053930811185</id><published>2006-10-16T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:55:05.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha</title><content type='html'>So. My best friend Channy and I found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing ever, since sliced bread.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh today, a monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called the birthday dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=859027856"&gt;The Birthday Dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=859027856&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="230" height="173"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=859027856&amp;title=The Birthday Dance"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt; More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-1370507053930811185?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/1370507053930811185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=1370507053930811185&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/1370507053930811185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/1370507053930811185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/hahaha.html' title='Hahaha'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-7939839374048413679</id><published>2006-10-14T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T18:26:43.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Action Movies</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite genre's of movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after just watching the movie that makes your eyes roll for about two hours, I just flipped to something on FX and it way more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Something about a weird maniac trucker, with paul walker..and this one girl tied up with tape..with a shotgun pointed straight at her, which is connected to the door knob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW this is suspensful action right here.&lt;br /&gt;AH. So this movie is Joy Ride. Yea. This was way more "thrilling" than Posiedon, lemme tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.apple.com/moviesxml/s/wb/posters/poseidon_l200603271626.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOO on this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Lucky # sLevin, after Posiedon. THIS MOVIE IS AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;You have to watch it. When you do, remember this, watch it first then talk. mKay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/Lucky_Number_Slevin%20-%20Josh_Hartnett%20Lucy_Liu%20Bruce_Willis%20Morgan_Freeman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch it. NOW. I command you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mo/mar/luckynumberslevin_clip250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best characteristic of this movie was Josh and his twice broken nose. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my last day of this wonderful Fall Break. BOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of rest and relaxation. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making a new template but the coding is screwed. I hope Mailyn can help me a bit. *wink wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-7939839374048413679?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/7939839374048413679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=7939839374048413679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7939839374048413679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7939839374048413679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/action-movies.html' title='Action Movies'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-2800229014419316213</id><published>2006-10-12T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:59:53.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what happens</title><content type='html'>No romance book for days..I am dying.&lt;br /&gt;I am burning up. Freaking hot flashes. Alone. With no book!&lt;br /&gt;Well I do have books, but not a nice new romance book to squeal upon.&lt;br /&gt;Then I find this dude on Stacy's page. Mister Sir Henri Castelli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. Thank you for hot men. But don't show them to me...not NOW. Ger on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 293px; height: 290px;" src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/2404/hc2uu9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 292px; height: 151px;" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/9678/hc4ww9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 159px;" src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/8059/hc3tl3.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 162px;" src="http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/8985/hcty7.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't you just want to take him home. Use him. Then store him in your closet for later use.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. What a hunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a romance HERO.&lt;br /&gt;I am so depraved...&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to the library tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-2800229014419316213?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/2800229014419316213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=2800229014419316213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2800229014419316213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/2800229014419316213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-what-happens.html' title='this is what happens'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-955651668078950836</id><published>2006-10-10T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:09:04.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im addicted</title><content type='html'>So um ok. I post a lil TOO much but I need to promote this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Night with the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now doesn't that just sound like a romance novel? There probably IS a romance novel named after that. Anyway. I watched the trailor which I NEVER do. I hate knowing what happens before watching it, but this trailor doesn't give anything out.&lt;br /&gt;I speculate that this King, King Xerxes (Zer-Zes I presume), falls in love with a Jewish homeless orphan. He is supposed to be killing the Jews. Blahblah. I don't know. I never read the bible, BUT this is one biblical movie I want to watch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its rated PG, so there isn't going to be hot steamy kissing scenes or what not (damn.)&lt;br /&gt;The girl and the guy are hot. But ah, I want to watch this. Out Oct 13.&lt;br /&gt;btw. Its also a book. WHICH I think I am gonna read after the Lord Series by Sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;If only I can get my ass on gear about Angels and Demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0764228935.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also another movie that is showing on that date, is the Grudge 2. The first movie scared the HELL out me. But of course, you have to watch the second movie. What happened to that house..or to Sarah M Gellar. Wonder oh wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I registered to vote today. YAY. I got my math midterm grade back. 100! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Totally uber great news. That test was easy. I hate being placed behind because a dianostic test says you are. What a bunch of bullocks.&lt;br /&gt;I have a business test to study for. That is not an easy test. I need to study!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have not started reading Angels and Demons. I read some before, but I haven't started where I left off. I should do that huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News and the World is going crazy. North Korea being anuses. UGH. &lt;br /&gt;Threating us with Nuclear bombs. Please. Even though it IS serious, I am getting FED up about this. That and that damn Foley scandal. Foley Foley damned stupid Foley.&lt;br /&gt;Banish this garbage to hell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at work. This one lady was a so very angry. Not at me but at our whole institution. Sorry. Its legal policy that we cannot cash a check under your HUSBANDS name if he didn't sign it. And we cannot deposit HIS check into YOUR account. He has to sign it either way. &lt;br /&gt;Buy a dildo lady or bang your hubby and chill. Holy crap. &lt;img src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7206/eyerolloq7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold; font-size:20px; align=center"&gt;read the post below for in-depth info about Sabrina's books series. &lt;br /&gt;Requested by Dylan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-955651668078950836?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/955651668078950836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=955651668078950836&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/955651668078950836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/955651668078950836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-addicted.html' title='im addicted'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-9129171634113124588</id><published>2006-10-09T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T09:01:16.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>certainly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=9129171634113124588#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the request of the remarkable Dylan. I will present all the series by &lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/www.sabrinajeffries.com"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/a&gt;. I still have not read one of them, which I will after A&amp;amp;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But brace yourselves for the best romance books I have read thus far. Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Let me tell you which books to read in ORDER. They intermingle. Can you believe it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; And it does matter. Even though Sabrina does a great job in reminding everyone wha happened, make it easier on yourself and read the books in order.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You wouldn't read Harry Potter book five before reading the books prior to that. You'll confuse yourself and give things away you shouldn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the Prince's Bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To pleasure a Prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Night with the Prince *OR* Only a Duke will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never seduce a scoundrel. (which is totally a new book. Nothing with the Royal series at all.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Thats it for THAT series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best series EVER containing romance novels, is the Swanlea Spinster Series.&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A Notorious love's cover is WRONG. The hero has blonde hair. I would know. That guy was a total babe. I would dry hump that dude. I just finished this series and still the best book from Sabrina is After the Abduction. It was pnenomial!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So much marital drama and sexual tension. LORDY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book I just finshed, Married to the Viscount, was different, heroine wise. She was half Native American. She was curvy..she had boobs. She had an ass. She wasn't freaking stupid and blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All of Sabrina's heroines are NOT stupid or naive..or..."whats that piece of skin hanging from you. OMG does that hurt. OOO..it moves."&lt;br /&gt;GAH. Ignorant females. GONE WITH YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series that I have not read, is the Lord Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/2017/sb2lp5.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;After reading the Swanlea Spinster Series all you want to know is the Pirate Lord. And Sabrina has NOT left him out. He is the begining of the Lord Series&lt;/span&gt; and I want to read it. The library has it..i think. But I will reward myself the ability to read that book after I read angels and demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Speaking of Dan Brown, and to answer another of Dylan's questions. Yes, I have read the Da Vinci Code. It is THE BEST SUSPENSE/THRILLER/MYSTERY novel EVER. You learn a lot..you speculate. ..its awesome, its plain out AWESOME. You will not put this book down. Only a few non romance books can do that to me since hate reading non romance books. They absolutely BORE me. But this. omgosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The movie wasn't even half as good. For a movie you could watch it with one sitting but with a book. A working girl has to sleep and I couldn't sleep thinking of this book. It was crazy. It was like a freaking addiction. Now this book gets a lil hasty, thats why so many people were up in their ass, moaning and bitching. I will not say why because some of ya'll haven't read it. But the thing that made everyone mad was stupid. It was dumb and..pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;UGH. Made me mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Anyway. I am gonna hop in the shower..and catch a chapter or two of A&amp;D. I will have this book done in the month. HAHA. It takes me FOREVER to read non romance books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;oh. Would you believe I used to hate reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;yyyeaa. Anyhu. Leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*add on*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I watched Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to watch this for ages...and I finally caught up with an episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nbc.com/Heroes/images/common/heroes_logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ITS SOOOO GOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you love paranormal, you'll love this. See I ran home from the school bus to watch Roswell, Buffy, and Angel. I did. And now..something of that sort is airing! Its so good. I don't know whats going on, but we can go to nbc.com together and watch the episodes online.&lt;br /&gt;Thats what the tv said. "Missed episodes? Watch them online at nbc.com"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-9129171634113124588?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/9129171634113124588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=9129171634113124588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/9129171634113124588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/9129171634113124588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/certainly.html' title='certainly'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-4969696383088456608</id><published>2006-10-07T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T14:26:28.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and my friends, it comes to an end</title><content type='html'>I finshed the long ass Swanlea Spinter Series by Sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;God, Married to the Viscount was AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much dra-ah-ma-ra-mah! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;and there was times when he treated her like shitt..OOOH that asshole bitch..and see what just..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is book is awesome. God. I f'n read a hundred pages just at work this morning (probably more. I totally zoned out.)&lt;br /&gt;I would do member transactions and then pull my book out..and then do transactions again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear a thing from coworkers. It was just me and that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went and got my nails done and read while my feet were getting fix on. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;On a massage chair..with a good book.&lt;br /&gt;This book is hot..and naughty LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GOOD! SO Good!!! &lt;img src="http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/4565/thumbsupmm5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna start Angel and demons tomorrow. Give my eyes a rest. I started MTTV early yesterday morn. My eyes are burned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM. Im prob gonna take a shower and go take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;check this out&lt;/span&gt;: http://english.pravda.ru/main/18/90/360/15176_whipping.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-4969696383088456608?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/4969696383088456608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=4969696383088456608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/4969696383088456608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/4969696383088456608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-my-friends-it-comes-to-end.html' title='and my friends, it comes to an end'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-7419013905256795</id><published>2006-10-05T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:54:49.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quickie</title><content type='html'>New book. Married to the Viscount.&lt;br /&gt;Page 54, the beginning to chapter 4.&lt;br /&gt;So far. OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS BOOK IS ACK. I LOVE IT. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hero has dark brown hair with silver eyes.  *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;Herone has dark hair, green eyes and is half native American.&lt;br /&gt;YES Sabrina, YES!! Good job with banishing the drated blonde hussies. YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I have to take a shower, then do my hw, then watch grey's and 6 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;peace homie G's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-7419013905256795?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/7419013905256795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=7419013905256795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7419013905256795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7419013905256795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/quickie.html' title='quickie'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-7835508857863409547</id><published>2006-10-05T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T14:12:13.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid idiot dolt!</title><content type='html'>ger on computer crashes. My laptop didn't want to wake up after being on stand by. It always goes on stand by and comes back on when I move the mouse..but for some reason it just didn't want to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Then the monitor came on, and I am like FINALLY, only to realize, "Windows is preparing to shut down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remarkable. absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I got angry and pulled my book out. I finished it. It was NOT as good as After the Abduction but it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;After the abduction was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;. I lovvvee it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I am on the last book of the Swanlea Spinster Series by Sabrina. After that is off to Angels and demons. I have no other books to read that'll tempt me to stop reading that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this while looking for a cover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.search.com/a/a6/300px-Angels_n_demons.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't that awesome. It is HARD to make words match up like that. I bet Angels and Demons were always one of those two words that can do that, and Brown just use that as his title.&lt;br /&gt;But THAT is remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my math midterm today and it wasn't hard, but one question is bugging the hell out of me. I hope I got that right. I wouldn't doubt I made a 100..but I don't think I solved one question correctly. BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;I had my computer midterm yesterday and that was easy itself, but has those questions that bugs the hell out of you. GER.&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing my business class's case study. That'll be tonight. OH shit, I can't do that tonight. It has to be now.&lt;br /&gt;Grey's comes on tonight with a whole bunch of other shows. Its Thursday. Thats right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I am planning my school work &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AROUND&lt;/span&gt; television. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-7835508857863409547?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/7835508857863409547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=7835508857863409547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7835508857863409547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7835508857863409547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/stupid-idiot-dolt.html' title='stupid idiot dolt!'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-6150393622402271918</id><published>2006-10-03T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:48:59.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From work</title><content type='html'>The future Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your man, the man of your dreams, will come to you. But you just have to do ONE thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Make a list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a member (customer to ya'll bank people) said to us tellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a list, she says, of all the things you want in a guy. Be specific. Be Picky. He'll come. Keep that list. Worship that list..and soon, he'll come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;financially stable.&lt;br /&gt;honest.&lt;br /&gt;responsible.&lt;br /&gt;dependable.&lt;br /&gt;caring.&lt;br /&gt;bad boyish.&lt;br /&gt;daring.&lt;br /&gt;helps around the house.&lt;br /&gt;loves kids.&lt;br /&gt;loves dogs.&lt;br /&gt;has collar-length hair.&lt;br /&gt;bruenette.&lt;br /&gt;light colored eyes.&lt;br /&gt;a great dancer.&lt;br /&gt;flatterer.&lt;br /&gt;absolutely great in bed, haha.&lt;br /&gt;knows how to cook at least something.&lt;br /&gt;very much in love with me, to where he can't be away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it..for now. I'll keep the list going when I find more. &lt;img src="http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/989/0123byadserolt0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put yours on here. See what else am I missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-6150393622402271918?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/6150393622402271918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=6150393622402271918&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/6150393622402271918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/6150393622402271918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-work.html' title='From work'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-8884407010170573132</id><published>2006-10-03T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T08:56:33.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its done</title><content type='html'>My new template is done.&lt;br /&gt;New song, that matches the template. And I love it. Its soo soothing.&lt;br /&gt;yea. Go ahead..I'll wait till you get your glass of tea. OH your book too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 98 on my math test! HELL YES. It was easy tho. Why I missed to points. I multiplied wrong and...shit. UGH. I hate careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;So around here everyone is sneezing and has watery eyes, including me. So after school I went straight to CVS and got me some claritin. Hell to the no am I going to be sneezing all day like yesterday. That sucked.&lt;br /&gt;While I was there, I got me some hot pockets lol. Don't go to the store when you are hungry. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Mailyn started (or semi-started or not started at all) I am bored, so what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite His. Romance book: &lt;/span&gt;After the Abduction by Sabrina Jeffries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*its part of a series. So I'd advise reading it accordingly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Comp. Romance book:&lt;/span&gt; Forever After by Catherine Anderson. SUPERB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Suspense: &lt;/span&gt;The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Thriller Book:&lt;/span&gt; Heartbreaker by Julie Garwood. Crazy book right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Western Book:&lt;/span&gt; The Clayborne series by Julie Garwood. BEST BEST BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Sci-Fi: &lt;/span&gt;Harry Potter. I don't read a lot of sciFi, thats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if you noticed by I was under some SERIOUS stress. Stress breakdown, if there is one, is what I was having.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't concentrate. I was getting behind in everything. My dog dies. I was doing horrible at work. Parents getting bitchy. Best friend leaves for college. MY college starts.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I wasn't even reading. I couldn't get into a book (Angels and Demons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the grocery store one day and just grabbed a random book of the shelf. Yes yes, I bet you know who I "picked."&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;You are probably like..ack More of this damn Sabrina. Keisha just marry the damned woman already.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she writes so well. Her books soothed me. Literally soothed me. Finally a book I can get INTO. A book that took my personal worries away and drifted me into lala historical land and eased all that bound up stress away.&lt;br /&gt;I thank her.&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone is under some pyscho weird annoying ACCKK mood and just want the world to just STOP SPINNING, spare 'round 6 bucks and buy a Sabrina novel. Its soo worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-8884407010170573132?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/8884407010170573132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=8884407010170573132&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8884407010170573132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8884407010170573132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-done.html' title='its done'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-8430098831801420609</id><published>2006-10-02T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:44:49.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>illegal</title><content type='html'>I know it so illegal but its SO much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Honey. I got shit-faced DRUNK. HAHAHA. Off 80 proof vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were taking shots and of course I never took one, so I took a half first..get me goin.&lt;br /&gt;That was HARD lol. I didn't know HOW to.&lt;br /&gt;Then I *tried* to take a full one..that did NOT go well at all. I choked and spilled what was in my mouth out. Vodka burns lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then I practiced lol, on tap water.&lt;br /&gt;Half a shot of water.&lt;br /&gt;Then a whole shot of water.&lt;br /&gt;Then a half a shot of pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;Then a whole shot of pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;Then I took half vodka and it was SOO easy. I didn't even feel the burn.&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a whole shot of vodka..and again no burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took like ten mins for it to hit, and I was soo silly hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I won't go there. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I am still on Dance of Seduction. It am not as lively as the last one, mostly because I wasn't anticipating for this book. But its so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways. Right now, I need to finsh my new template. I hope to have it finished today. Who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-8430098831801420609?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/8430098831801420609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=8430098831801420609&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8430098831801420609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/8430098831801420609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/10/illegal.html' title='illegal'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-3986232212862231268</id><published>2006-09-30T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T11:51:33.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take the quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=97877"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Deadly Sin Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=97877"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz20/97877/res4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;envy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to chill out a little and maybe be happy with what you've got...so someone else might have more then u or be more popular...whatever the case...look at what you've got and realize some have NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next in line was lust. So true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-3986232212862231268?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/3986232212862231268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=3986232212862231268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/3986232212862231268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/3986232212862231268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/09/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-5339539888719499389</id><published>2006-09-29T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T19:31:08.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The audacity of a man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The last friday of the month is the BUSIEST day at my place of employment. I work at a credit union as a teller, and the line hits OUT the door from people wanting to deposit their paychecks.&lt;br /&gt;Busy Day today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUSY DAY!&lt;/span&gt; I was tired..and I only worked 'round three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, which I did not want to wait on but I couldn't just sit there while people in line were staring. So I rang for him. He walks toward me..&lt;br /&gt;(I hate it when they slowly walk. C'mon people! You see the line how it is..move your ass! Get a move on)&lt;br /&gt;Well mister wanna be all that goes up and wants to deposit a check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey. How are you doin?"&lt;br /&gt;"Good. What do you want to do with this check sir."&lt;br /&gt;"Deposit in my checking. Um, you busy tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like a hoochie girl momma to have a fucking conversation on what I am doing tonight while the line is so far backed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" (NOSY BASTARD!)&lt;br /&gt;"Working..school..."&lt;br /&gt;"Wanna have dinner with me?"&lt;br /&gt;"HAHA, sorry. My bf wouldn't like that."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you have a bf."&lt;br /&gt;"....have a good weekend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asshole bitch. Yes I lied. If he asked me who, I would have said Daruis because that Darius his HUGE, and this wise guy is my height..skinny...my age..&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me. What type of guy do I despise. CANNOT stand. Gives me chills and I honestly fear them?&lt;br /&gt;What type.&lt;br /&gt;The black gangsta wanna bang you under my big ass shirt men.&lt;br /&gt;Once he left I was shaking. I hate men like that.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why, I HATE going to the mall. I hate going to football games.&lt;br /&gt;I hate walking the back hallway during school.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tolerate gangster black men. I cannot. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I told my co-workers and they were like..girl you should have told him the truth. When he asked what you were doing you should have said, talk a shower, shave my legs, scratch my butt, wash my hair, go to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he echoed that you had a boyfriend you should have said yea, three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually look dayum good on fridays. I have my hair all nice. GOD, thank You for making me not as presentable today! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly boy. Don't talk to busy women. You will be shot down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for alcohol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need it. Crave it. ACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-5339539888719499389?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/5339539888719499389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=5339539888719499389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5339539888719499389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5339539888719499389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/09/audacity-of-man.html' title='The audacity of a man!'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-3425509738369664846</id><published>2006-09-27T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T17:35:58.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>get up!</title><content type='html'>After hanging out at the lab in the college library my best friend Chantel and I started to leave the library and instead decided to go to the restroom first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk in I see two legs sticking out from under a stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend just stopped dead on. I don't know what SHE was thinking but I was thinking that some girl passed out while using the bathroom. Not matter how awful it sounds, but it was HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;I guess she heard me walking closer and she closed the stall door. I looked through the lil cracks to see what the hell is she doing, but I couldn't see anything.&lt;br /&gt;I looked back at my best friend, and she shrugged. I went to the stall next to her and did my business. I listen to see if she was crying but she was just breathing like she WAS crying. You know that deep sobby breath?&lt;br /&gt;I walked out, washed my hands, and once we got into the lil lobby bathroom thing, I told Channy, she isn't crying but she took off her shoes. She is not even sitting on them. She barefoot and her hands are on the floor. Just sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl was sitting on the dirty bathroom floor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how sad or angry you are. How much stressed out you are that you just feel like sitting on the bathroom floor, DON'T fucking sit on the bathroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God lady, get a grip. There are A LOT of private places to weep, just not the college public library women's bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;So I got into my next class and told the teacher. She called the library and they probably took care of her. Poor Lass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I started a new book after finished After the Abduction. Lemme tell you that ATA was AWWEEESOME. I would have next expected for it to be THAT good. It was remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly do not know what I could say to justify the meaning and elation I got from reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started reading it till now, the skies has cleared. The heat has gone away. The birds are chirping so vigoriously. The gas in my car hasn't gone down -too much.- The gas prices period, has gone down. Work is awesome now. Class has gotten better. My best friend is coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. So my inner Chi is soo f'n happy. Thank You Sabrina! THANK YOU! &lt;b&gt;LMAO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although if there is a good there is a bad. I should have seen it coming. See I believe when something so great happens, expect something worse to happen visa versa. Well all this happy happy joy stuff has made me stub my toe. And bruise my knee. And slammed my elbow into the counter, whereas it made it bleed. Bodily injuries. Dang, thank you who ever plans all this shit, thank you. I needed the pain, I guess..?&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its 734 and I need to do some MATH stuff. Test tomorrow and I have not even started on my online quizzes. I have four to do. Thats 40 questions total. Its easy, mind me, its just those careless mistakes. 10 out of 10 is the scoring and I always get 8 or 9 because I forgot to put the minus symbol or..didn't divide it totally. Makes me mad.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck to get a 10! Hopefully this good vibe hasn't gone ALL away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-3425509738369664846?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/3425509738369664846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=3425509738369664846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/3425509738369664846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/3425509738369664846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/09/get-up.html' title='get up!'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-4150105718090313528</id><published>2006-09-26T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T13:31:09.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGHHHHHHHHHH Stupid HERO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*starts rant from current book*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIET MADE SEBASTIAN CONFESS!  Once a lady controls the cock of a man, he is DONE for. DONE. FINISHED.&lt;br /&gt;And she HAD that cock. She took OVER it..and under that passion spell he spilled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--..but curiosity kept her from taking back her hand. So this was a man's "thing." She would never have guessed that mere flesh could get so firm. And it seemed awfully large for something meant to lie between a man's legs.&lt;br /&gt;When she swept her fingers along it, eploring him as he'd done to her, he groaned and pushed himself into her hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, like that...yes. Touch me. I've imagined you touching me for years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Years! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YEARS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;AHA. She got you! SHE KNOWS YOU WERE THE ONE THAT KIDNAPPED HER. A woman knows (but she doesn't know that his real name is Sebastian, he just took his missing twin's name, Morgan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Sabastian, I've got you at last."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed! I was SOO f'n happy..and was hitting the pillow and...screaming. My dog probably heard me from outside. Then onto the next chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't deny it now," she said. "You can't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was just smiling. GOD i love this woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian. The asshole bitch, which is currently my favorite curse word at the moment, had to audacity to lie in her face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you talking about," he said to buy himself time while he searched for how to cover his blunder. "Deny what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't play dumb this time, you rogue. You KNOW what. You've only seen me in a theatre once in your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes thats true. But I didn't know you saw me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Of course I saw you. Thats when we met, when we talked about the play and--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talked about the play?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH asshole bitch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fojoiejaojfoeuf I feaifa49r8490ikfopawjvkfpiepaowkifaop AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I screamed, not of elation..not of joy of her making him confess..but of PURE anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*end of rant*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-4150105718090313528?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/4150105718090313528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=4150105718090313528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/4150105718090313528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/4150105718090313528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/09/aghhhhhhhhhh-stupid-hero.html' title='AGHHHHHHHHHH Stupid HERO!!!'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-5822582294810607444</id><published>2006-09-25T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T17:39:13.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy people</title><content type='html'>Remember when ranted about stupid naive blond Juliet in the book I last read. The younger sister that got kidnapped after believe she was "eloping." How I hated that chick, and how she caused so much trouble, well at this moment, I f'n LOVE HER.&lt;br /&gt;She grew up! The book I am reading now has her two years older and BOY is she smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the hero IS the person that kidnapped her but he is NOT Morgan. Morgan is his identical twin brother, who is currently lost in sea with a Pirate Lord, whatever the hell THAT means. He just basiclly took his brother's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet KNOWS its him, and she is correct, but she won't admit its Sebastian not Morgan, the "rogue" who took her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH. So far at page 65, its wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and remember how so many of you thought I was getting a stripper show. GOD I wish.&lt;br /&gt;And how I was suppose to go out, and in reality, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am. We are going to the largest club in the USA. Look it up. Its where I live.&lt;br /&gt;AAHHH can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends used to be so aggravatingly goody goody but now, I LOVE the way she is. She is so outgoing, so crazy, so much FUN. Chantel "Channy" my other best friend would always shy on what we say because Marie would get all proper miss tsk tsk on us.&lt;br /&gt;NOW, she is awesome, and ACK, she is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;She made me bad. She got me into cussing so much more and..a whole bunch of other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I am not going crazy bad, I know my limitations.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I can bust out crazy and wild with my girls, without holding back. WHICH is what you are suppose to do in the first place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-5822582294810607444?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/5822582294810607444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=5822582294810607444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5822582294810607444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5822582294810607444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/09/crazy-people.html' title='crazy people'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-5443697318296793307</id><published>2006-09-23T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T12:22:21.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lord have mercy. I have been gone a long LONG time. People I am alive, always was.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad. Neglection. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;Been busy it what I am. School and there is work and tests.&lt;br /&gt;But ah, I am back. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finished a book today. It was really good. And of course, it was from miss Sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;But this one. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;God, I love blonde heros. This one is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Daniel Brennan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;So lemme review this wonderful book, #2 of the Swanlea Spinter Series, out of 5. I am going on the last book of the spinsters..and the other two are of some side characters I assume.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, while I am reviewing I am uploaded pictures into an email for grandma. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, lemme rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sabrinajeffries.com/img/cover_lrg_notoriouslove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See anything wrong. Remember, I said, "God, I love blonde heros?"&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;See anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;He's not blonde on the cover. WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I didn't read the book with THIS cover. I'd would have ripped it. I had the original one. The one with him blonde and sexy..and almost naked..with his..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/3824/dannyny7.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Daniel "Danny" Brennan.&lt;br /&gt;Heroine: Lady Helena Laverick.&lt;br /&gt;Side Characters: Lady Juliet, Helena's sister and Will Morgan Pryce.&lt;br /&gt;Dilema: Will Morgan Pryce "elopes" with Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds prerrrty interesting, right?&lt;br /&gt;It was suspenseful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review Roughly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan came to Swanlea lake to court Lady Helena, only to realize she's harder than stone. He goes and flirts with the youngest, most naive girl EVER, Lady Juliet. Poor Lass. She falls head over heals with this guy, and even after Helena's constantly probing to leave him be, she runs off with this dude to elope. Helena goes crazy because she doesn't know where to go respectfully, for help. But she has no alternative. She MUST save her sister. So she goes to the place where she NEVER wanted to appear. The scheming bastard smuggler blahblah liar blahblah Mr Brennan.&lt;br /&gt;She limps to the door, since she has a lame leg (sad), and pounds on it. No answer. Pounds again. No answer. She bangs the door with her cane, then finally she hears someone screaming, "I'm coming."&lt;br /&gt;Big giant of a man, Daniel is, see's Helena at his door step.&lt;br /&gt;Virgin Helena see's Daniel only wearing this drawers.&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later his "tart," or whore or lightskirt or....whatever names romance authors like to name them, comes strolling down the stairs butt ass naked yelling, "DANNYYY BOOYYY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh. I just had to tell that part.&lt;br /&gt;She explains the whole details to Daniel and he agrees to help her.&lt;br /&gt;So they travel the lengths of England trying to track this Morgan, but they head south. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Gretna Green in Scotland, Helena states.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. But from the looks of it and from the information I got, he's heading south."&lt;br /&gt;So they go south..wandering around..they get stranded..they find a barn..they make love in barn.&lt;br /&gt;Then he wakes up..she wakes up and they make love again. Such passion, no seriously. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;They are both asleep and they are awoken by a sword at their throats. The men barring the swords are old buds of Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;They chit chat and they ride with them to one of their houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to describe this part because, I think its the best part of the whole damn book.&lt;br /&gt;The scene in the house, but it was BRILLIANT!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the sex scene was HOT. Lord have mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was soo damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They leave the house to go to their basement which is an entrance of a cave. This cave is like the underground railroad for smugglers. They move their merchandise underground. They met up with Juliet and Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;A lil fight. Juliet is ok, always has been. Morgan is fine, he was a sweetheart, but confusing and..distant. He disappears like hudinee.&lt;br /&gt;Happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not give the best reviews, but I am not enthusiastic about them at all. I only like reading them. Writing them is a WHOLE different story. But, Book three is today. YAY. Its about Juliet. And book four is about Morgan. OO.&lt;br /&gt;So Juliet and Morgan do NOT hook up. Im cool. I am not bothered. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; bothered with Lisa Kleypas's book of Daisy and Matthew. THAT and not having Cam in there at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Sabrina's books. Its like chocolate to a angry menstrual women. SOOTHES THE SOUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also I am making a new template. I have gotten tired of this blue green..red crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-5443697318296793307?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/5443697318296793307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=5443697318296793307&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5443697318296793307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5443697318296793307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/09/oooee.html' title='OOOEE'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-7511667428306929367</id><published>2006-09-14T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:43:51.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the way home</title><content type='html'>While my brother is blabbing about some random thing, and me ignoring him, Sean Paul has totally taken over 3 out of 4 radio stations I listen to. Like c'mon.&lt;br /&gt;Annoying shit ever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a test and a quiz tomorrow that I need to study for, gah.  Three books to review, two profiles needing layouts asap, and I just started a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate starting a book? Well I like starting books but I do not know anything and I am meeting the book..meeting the characters..meeting the drama. So not fun.&lt;br /&gt;I already see whats gonna happen..oooo looks soo juicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH my did you hear about Anna Nicole's son? Gee..anyone hear so many different stories?&lt;br /&gt;Geee..doesn't sound like high school gossip? Can't wait till the proof comes out, we just have to speculate and rage other speculation stories..&lt;br /&gt;Geee..I wonder how he died? Killed himself, MURDERED, heartattack..&lt;br /&gt;GEEE I wonder wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergo...I bet TomKat's drama starters are all upset. "Now our story is not number one."&lt;br /&gt;oh dammnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of my inner-personal drama. I feel better. Thank God. I did NOT like that at all.&lt;br /&gt;And payday is next week..and tomorrow is friday, hell yes Charly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I am in the mood, wink wink. I'll go ahead and briefly review Sabrina's uber coolness Royal Brotherhood Series. Alrightie-Ohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is actually one three books but one of the books from the OTHER series intermingles with the RBS...kk? So four books total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sabrina Jeffries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The whole series: The hero's all all half-brothers. The bastards from the Prince of Wales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book Number one:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Pleasure a Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Marcus North&lt;br /&gt;Heroine: Regina&lt;br /&gt;Side Character(s): Simon, Regina's brother, and Louisa Marcus's sister.&lt;br /&gt;Dilema: Simon and Louisa want to marry but Marcus says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell to the no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Prince, or Prinny (cute huh), wants to meet up Louisa because he thinks she is his daughter, and he is, but Marcus, overprotectant brother as he is, doesn't want her to meet him. So the Prince sidetracks everyone by putting one of his advisors, Simon, to lure her in. Simon "misinterprets" and makes her fall in love with him by holding her hand, kissing her, telling her pretty words..while in reality he is only doing it for the promise of Prime Minister.&lt;br /&gt;Marcus knows deep down the Prince would do something like this.&lt;br /&gt;Regina comes storming in wanting why Simon cannot meet up with Louisa, "they are courting for God's sakes."&lt;br /&gt;He makes a deal. We court..so we can be together with them while they court.&lt;br /&gt;She takes it.&lt;br /&gt;Only to realize..they start to fall for each other.&lt;br /&gt;Simon is found out for taking the issue "too far,", is hated upon, and is banished to India.&lt;br /&gt;Best thing I thought, is the book kept referring to a dungeon, which they have sex in.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. That scene was hot. Chains..which were around Mr. Marcus's wrists. Him helpless..him unknowning. All I have to say is w-o-w! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book two: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the Prince's Bed (actually book 1 in the series but its #2 on how I read it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: Alexander Black aka Alec Earl of Iversley&lt;br /&gt;Heroine: Katherine&lt;br /&gt;Side Character(s): Lovelace, Katherine's young love and Alec's rival&lt;br /&gt;Dilema: Alec needs Katherine's money because he is going broke. Katherine won't be able to get the money till she marries. She kinda sorta wants to marry Lovelace, but really wants to be with Alec. Confusing, yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Katherine wants to marry respectivly so she'll be able to touch her money that her grandfather left her. She is currently broke and is in dire need of funds. She is waiting and waiting for her sweetheart, Lovelace to propose but he keeps putting it off for lame excuses from his momma. (When in actuality, he is gay. YA. When I found this out I yelled OOOOOH, NO WONDER! And YA..he has his playboy)&lt;br /&gt;And here comes Alec Black, coming in looking sexy, staring at her like she is sex on a stick.&lt;br /&gt;And she cannot resist. She knows he's a rogue. She knows he big bad ass, but like every girl, she just wants a taste.&lt;br /&gt;Alec himself is needing money and Katheine was referred to have tons IF she marries. So he gears his charms towards her, hoping to get her married.&lt;br /&gt;She comes to realize that if Lovelace wanted her badly enough he would have kissed her, just  like Alec has. So one day, she toes up and smacks a smooch and he  arches back and basicly yells wtf? Hell you thinking woman?&lt;br /&gt;She cannot stop thinking about Alec and finally she learns the truth about Alec, SORTA. She's all right with it, but she doesn't know that he already knows about her fortune. And that would mean he is a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon Romance readers! It starts with an F....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune Hunter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she gets wind about that, she goes oh hell no. They go without each other for awhile and he finally gets his ass up and goes to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;He finds her on Lovelace's shoulder. Lovelace gets mad..and Alec realizes that he must truely care for her. So he leaves wishing the best. (she asked Lovelace to marry her...only to have him DECLINE again, when she is all teary..) She runs out to catch Alec and they make up.&lt;br /&gt;They live happily ever after, with a fortune. Can't you tell this was my least favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book Three: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Night with a Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hero: Gavin Byrne &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is it burn or by-ren...or bye-...shit?&lt;/span&gt; (anyway, that name is sex by itself)&lt;br /&gt;Heroine: Lady Christabel&lt;br /&gt;Dilema: Christabel wants to regain some letters that can cause such scandal to family, even to have her father hanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She MUST be able to get into the house that has the letters, but she cannot because the house belongs to a rogue who is hosting a scandelous card party...and its very..improper, if I may say. She finds a way in, but she has to pretend to be a mistress of a card player!! And she does..to Mr Club owner, shameless Gavin himself. Hell, he'll go for it. He wants booty..and he'll be "helping" out, right?&lt;br /&gt;Its a card game tournament and she doesn't know a thing about it, but alas,  she has Gavin to teach her. He drills her down to where she is actually pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;Then he takes her to a private game down in one of his many mistress's home (with other ladies playing too, which were his mistresses, and THOSE ex-mistresses bring their lovers.) to play a lil game. They talk wickedly. They act wicked. And one of his ex-mistresses, who I thought was a plain out bitch totally ruffled Christabel's feathers.  So much that when they got back to her his estate, she DEMANDS to be taught day in day out so she can kick her arse.&lt;br /&gt;Things gets heated and they start to play wickedly. To wherer if they lose a certain point, let say four points..they have to lose four items of clothing or appearel. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she wins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can say which book I liked best? Oh yes..Mr Gavin's was the "one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The book that InterMingled:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only a Duke will Do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ero: Simon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, he who was banished to Inida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Heroine: Louisa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, her the one that fell for him, foolishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dilema: Louisa, seven years older (26) is head of a ladies reform group that is currently wanting to fix up the prisons. Its very political and extremely dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince, Prinny, is now turned King and is scared for his daughter so he calls backs Simon. Asking him to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pleeeaase &lt;/span&gt;court her and make her fall in love. You did it once..you can do it again.&lt;br /&gt;He isn't so sure. He has noticed she is not as naive and more beautiful. He doesn't want to hurt her again, but again he is promised to have the currently Prime Minister stepped down so he can take his place.&lt;br /&gt;He takes it.&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;She cautiously ends up in his arms again, and unexpectively Simon falls for her. This boy is so tortured. When you read it and get to the mid-end..oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. As much as I could write more about all these books I won't. I think I wrote enough on what happens. (Your cue to read the books, they are reallly good 'specially ONWaP hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the heros are tortured. All the hero's are bad ass. All the hero's are gruff and "ey, I'm bigger.."&lt;br /&gt;All the heroines are stead-fast. All the heroines are NOT stupid. All the heroines are knowledgable in "that" department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina writes the perfect recipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..here is is 943pm. And I still haven't studied for my test and my quiz. Shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Im only a freshman..on her sixth week. Pitiful, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-7511667428306929367?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/7511667428306929367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=7511667428306929367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7511667428306929367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7511667428306929367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-way-home.html' title='on the way home'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-5307729223861515777</id><published>2006-09-11T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:31:57.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNIEST THINGS EVER!!!!</title><content type='html'>My friend Demetri, showed me some links that are HILARIOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING: LANGUAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PLUG IN THE MICROPHONES DARLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; http://www.supload.com/listen?s=S_s4SB92Kq7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HFb5N0AyCk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=zYi45cyFIQ0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=-6BVyu7Xvi4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day wasn't bad but this THIS was absolutely the best thing EVERRRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-5307729223861515777?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/5307729223861515777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=5307729223861515777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5307729223861515777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5307729223861515777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/09/funniest-things-ever.html' title='FUNNIEST THINGS EVER!!!!'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-3883619796087245392</id><published>2006-09-10T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T10:17:11.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the first of firsts</title><content type='html'>Lord did I have a night like last night. Let me list them down and then explain them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kicked out two men at outback&lt;br /&gt;- Drank two bottles of Smirnoff&lt;br /&gt;- Watch a drag show&lt;br /&gt;- Rode a four wheeler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all this in one fucking night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;crazy shit right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok one of my best friends came back on friday from college for a visit. So ya know, we are gonna hang out and eat out blahblah. She picked Outback (ew duno why) and we got our food all situated, our waiter was awesome, and the convo started. Here comes this guy. I know this guy because he comes into the place I work, which is a Credit Union (non profit bank) and booms (and flaunts) how much money he wants taken out. Flirting with all the female tellers..basicly being an asshole. Well he walks by and my friends are like, "OMG he's sooo hot." I am like...once you know how he acts he is the most ugliest person ever, and an ass. But you know females and hot men, they just keep on saying how hot he was and how he was staring. I guess he found out and walked to our table saying, "Heyy-y-y ladies, How are you doing? I own this outback so if you need anything just holler, I'll be at that table over there."&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting there digging in my cup with the straw, almost breaking the damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;LIAR. You are a used car sales man, LIAR.&lt;br /&gt;Once he left, I said girls, he doesn't own outback. He is a used car salesman--&lt;br /&gt;then our waiter comes.&lt;br /&gt;"Was that guy bothering you? I hate him. He just comes in here starting stuff, acting like he owns the place, but he doesn't." He goes off telling the manager.&lt;br /&gt;I yelled, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"I KNEW IT! I was fucking RIGHT!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then Mr. used carsalesman comes to say he's sorry but my friend Jen, interrupts him and goes..ey ey ey...um, you said you owned outback, but you don't even work here. The manager said you were a no-body. Nada.&lt;br /&gt;"Well..she is just mad because I threw $300 in her face and didn't take it."&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean you own the place.&lt;br /&gt;"I bought outback stock.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just starting business classes and I know you can't just "buy stock" to own the company. You do "own" the company but to literally OWN the company you need to own 51% OF ALL STOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sitting here...you fucking ignorant loser!&lt;br /&gt;My friends goes bluntly..&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to eat, you're an ass, go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God, it felt good to be right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his friend had the audacity to sit at our table, "so what happened."&lt;br /&gt;Do we know you..&lt;br /&gt;"no."&lt;br /&gt;Do you work here..&lt;br /&gt;"no."&lt;br /&gt;Then fucking leave the table!&lt;br /&gt;"sorry to bother you..I ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO AWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO LORRDDD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this whole escaped starts. The manager, which was a sweety, went over then and told them off. She got them kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man that was hilarious...mm.&lt;br /&gt;Here I go saying..I told you he was an ass. I told you. I was right..didn't listen to me. Nope. No one listens to keisha. Didn't I tell you. Yup..I was right..ah huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. OOOOOOOeee.&lt;br /&gt;I saw and smelled shit when it walked right on by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After outback we went to my friend's Julie's house for some alcohol. Us 18, 19, and 20 yr olds can't drink. I drank one and helped finished a half of a smirnoff twisted Green Apple and lemme tell you. Those things are like sprite!!! Wasn't even dizzy..pssht.&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;Then with our loose selves, Julie gave us rides on her 4Wheeler in her big ass backyard. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;I think that was the best part of the night. The ride. God that was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went downtown to go to a drag show.&lt;br /&gt;UGH. Not that I am against gay people but man that gave me a bad aftertaste in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Something about a guy's new breast implants..and him shaking them around..&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see real men..shaking their pecks..thrusting their hips..mmm&lt;br /&gt;thats next weekend..as promised by Julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a 21 yr old friend rocks ass ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. Lets go into books.&lt;br /&gt;Im on a brand spanking new one from Sabrina. So far so good. I am about to email Sabrina and congratulate her on a one happy fan. Because she is &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPERB&lt;/span&gt;. I LOVVVE her.&lt;br /&gt;He books are awesome. Something about dangerous men, literally. Knowledgable females, hot sex scenes, real dilemas...ack. GREAT GREAT GREAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have still have a non-beta blogger you can't comment. Comment on my talk box.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously switch to beta. It doesn't do anything to your posts our your template.&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead. Then you can comment on my blog..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-3883619796087245392?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/3883619796087245392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=3883619796087245392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/3883619796087245392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/3883619796087245392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-of-firsts_10.html' title='the first of firsts'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-3460565742324072953</id><published>2006-09-10T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T10:17:10.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the first of firsts</title><content type='html'>Lord did I have a night like last nights. Let me list them down and then explain them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kicked out two men at outback&lt;br /&gt;- Drank two bottles of Smirnoff&lt;br /&gt;- Watch a drag show&lt;br /&gt;- Rode a four wheeler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all this in one fucking night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;crazy shit right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok one of my best friends came back on friday from college for a visit. So ya know, we are gonna hang out and eat out blahblah. She picked Outback (ew duno why) and we got our food all situated, our waiter was awesome, and the convo started. Here comes this guy. I know this guy because he comes into the place I work, which is a Credit Union (non profit bank) and booms (and flaunts) how much money he wants taken out. Flirting with all the female tellers..basicly being an asshole. Well he walks by and my friends are like, "OMG he's sooo hot." I am like...once you know how he acts he is the most ugliest person ever, and an ass. But you know females and hot men, they just keep on saying how hot he was and how he was staring. I guess he found out and walked to our table saying, "Heyy-y-y ladies, How are you doing? I own this outback so if you need anything just holler, I'll be at that table over there."&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting there digging in my cup with the straw, almost breaking the damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;LIAR. You are a used car sales man, LIAR.&lt;br /&gt;Once he left, I said girls, he doesn't own outback. He is a used car salesman--&lt;br /&gt;then our waiter comes.&lt;br /&gt;"Was that guy bothering you? I hate him. He just comes in here starting stuff, acting like he owns the place, but he doesn't." He goes off telling the manager.&lt;br /&gt;I yelled, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I KNEW IT! I was fucking RIGHT!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then Mr. used carsalesman comes to say he's sorry but my friend Jen, interrupts him and goes..ey ey ey...um, you said you owned outback, but you don't even work here. The manager said you were a no-body. Nada.&lt;br /&gt;"Well..she is just mad because I threw $300 in her face and didn't take it."&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean you own the place.&lt;br /&gt;"I bought outback stock.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just starting business classes and I know you can't just "buy stock" to own the company. You do "own" the company but to literally OWN the company you need to own 51% OF ALL STOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sitting here...you fucking ignorant loser!&lt;br /&gt;My friends goes bluntly..&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to eat, you're an ass, go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God, it felt good to be right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his friend had the audacity to sit at our table, "so what happened."&lt;br /&gt;Do we know you..&lt;br /&gt;"no."&lt;br /&gt;Do you work here..&lt;br /&gt;"no."&lt;br /&gt;Then fucking leave the table!&lt;br /&gt;"sorry to bother you..I ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO AWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO LORRDDD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this whole escaped starts. The manager, which was a sweety, went over then and told them off. She got them kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man that was hilarious...mm.&lt;br /&gt;Here I go saying..I told you he was an ass. I told you. I was right..didn't listen to me. Nope. No one listens to keisha. Didn't I tell you. Yup..I was right..ah huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. OOOOOOOeee. I saw and smelled shit when it walked right on by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After outback we went to my friend's Julie's house for some alcohol. Us 18, 19, and 20 yr olds can't drink. I drank one and helped finished a half of a smirnoff twisted Green Apple and lemme tell you. Those things are like sprite!!! Wasn't even dizzy..pssht.&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;Then with our loose selves, Julie gave us rides on her 4Wheeler in her big ass backyard. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;I think that was the best part of the night. The ride. God that was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went downtown to go to a drag show.&lt;br /&gt;UGH. Not that I am against gay people but man that gave me a bad aftertaste in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Something about a guy's new breast implants..and him shaking them around..&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see real men..shaking their pecks..thrusting their hips..mmm&lt;br /&gt;thats next weekend..as promised by Julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a 21 yr old friend rocks ass ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. Lets go into books.&lt;br /&gt;Im on a brank spanking new one from Sabrina. So far so good. I am about to email Sabrina and congratulate her on a one happy fan. Because she is pneominal. I LOVVVE her.&lt;br /&gt;He books are awesome. Something about dangerous men, literally. Knowledgable females, hot sex scenes, real dilemas...ack. GREAT GREAT GREAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have still have a non-beta blogger you can't comment. Comment on my talk box.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously switch to beta. It doesn't do anything to your posts our your template.&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead. Then you can comment on my blog..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-3460565742324072953?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/3460565742324072953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=3460565742324072953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/3460565742324072953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/3460565742324072953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-of-firsts.html' title='the first of firsts'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-5047069423928622752</id><published>2006-09-07T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:28:07.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oooo-ka</title><content type='html'>One of best friends left.&lt;br /&gt;First dog, who's only three died for something curable.&lt;br /&gt;Started college.&lt;br /&gt;Problems at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a lot of damn emotions for one person. Cut a women some slack karma..ok I get the damn picture. I am sorry for whatever I have done in the past, I am soo sorry. Plz reprieve me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off..that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this over the radio and really, it makes soo much sense and its soo f'n &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUICY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://hosted.ap.org/photos/8/8ec47592-43f5-4d1e-b4fd-901dcb5f3ee3-big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the story, but I only looked at two links, but heres the lil piece of candy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suri Cruise, Tom and Katie's baby (btw is soo f'n cute!) might not be Tom's. It might be Chris Klein's baby, Katie's ex.&lt;br /&gt;She broke up with Chris and then started dating Tom. She found out she was pregnant and obviously told Tom but the times didn't match up. So Tom told Katie, I don't care if its Chris's, we'll raise it as ours. So the whole escapades starts.&lt;br /&gt;She gives "birth" and the baby is hidden.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had some links but she was getting VERY pregnant in only the 2nd trimester. There has been  speculation (like always) that she'll go into the church of scientology and come out looking a lil or more pregnant. She wears the same clothes, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;She might have taken her lil padding off to feel more comfortable and put it back on a lil more poofier. Ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and Katie wouldn't let Suri have an outing because she was older than it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Look at that picture. Does that look like a 3 month old baby??? I am not baby smart by appearance but I can just tell that baby is so..i dunno..not three months.&lt;br /&gt;Now if you can say 3 months or 6 months which one would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if this rumor is correct Miss Suri is 6 months old, and has Klein DNA running through her.&lt;br /&gt;Plus look at those eyes (omg soo gorgeous) is almond AND slanted. Katie's is almond and Klein's is slanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Its some juicy celebrity gossip but boy..I would LOOVVVE for this to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-5047069423928622752?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/5047069423928622752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=5047069423928622752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5047069423928622752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/5047069423928622752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/09/oooo-ka.html' title='oooo-ka'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-7794591810736800702</id><published>2006-09-04T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T11:15:00.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoroughs of bad books and the like</title><content type='html'>So I was doing math homework-ish.&lt;br /&gt;And obviously I am not doing it right now. UGH I hate math.&lt;br /&gt;So while I was on the computer I was searching if there was a way for me to switch back to the old blogger, since my non-beta blogger friends can't comment on my entries.&lt;br /&gt;I soon to find out that in a couple of months everyone has to switch over in order to keep using blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Its free and anything but why can't they just automatically switch everyone over. Why do the users have to manually switch themselves over. Its not like their template changes or their posts get screwed over. It just a new look basicly for the dashboard..and the lil toolbar thingy up top.&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it with a lil gizmo's in the settings stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats my rant for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand why everyone is getting plagued with bad books. I [was] getting plagued by horrendous books constantly and maybe JUST maybe it isn't us picking the bad books, its the damn authors and publishers letting the books sell on the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;I only have a handful (well not really handful the HP books are heavy) of really kick ass books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Brown's books.&lt;br /&gt;JK Rowlings books.&lt;br /&gt;Narnia by CS Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina Jeffries books so far are SUPERB.&lt;br /&gt;Forever After by Catherina Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;Brave New World&lt;br /&gt;Killjoy and Heartbreaker by Julie Garwood.&lt;br /&gt;For the Roses, The Clayborne Brides and Come the Spring by Julie Garwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it, that I thought were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FABULOUS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those type of books that leave you smarter, happier, or just plain out more content about life because you just read something out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have they gone?&lt;br /&gt;They leave us with books with horrible endings (Knight in Shining armor by Devouraux), too much sex (Ask for it by Sylvia Day) and long freaking books that are like nine hundred pages that are just plain boring useless scribbles with no fucking point (Paradise by Judith McNaught)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a nightmare. For Paradise, omgosh. I heard of so much yay's and omgoshes everywhere and when I got the book for my bday I literally jumped up and down.&lt;br /&gt;The book was a bore. Girl see's guy. Guy likes girl. They do it the FIRST DAY they meet. "Oh noes, she's a virgin," but the guy keeps on banging. Girl leaves..never see's each other. Guy finds out she's pregnant, and thinks she has an abortion. Guy gets mad, girl says she miscarried.&lt;br /&gt;They do it again while bomb threats are going on and...crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. I made is seem kidna interesting but gez it was a borrrrrre! Trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this drawer and I put my books there because I have no where else to put them.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it, when I buy a book, its AWFUL!? Why I get the book from the library its so good but you have to return it. why is that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ger on bad books and the momma's that produce them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-7794591810736800702?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/7794591810736800702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=7794591810736800702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7794591810736800702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/7794591810736800702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/09/thoroughs-of-bad-books-and-like.html' title='Thoroughs of bad books and the like'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-3640360557011384304</id><published>2006-09-03T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T15:21:54.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template</title><content type='html'>I did it all by myself. Totally rad!&lt;br /&gt;I just had to search on google to figure out exactly how to make a 3 column blog. It wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt; but it sure wasn't easy. I had to do trial and error a bunch of times but thats how I learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still needs a lil tweaking here and there. Some graphics need updating, though, I added several things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm my brain hurts and man am I hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-3640360557011384304?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/3640360557011384304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=3640360557011384304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/3640360557011384304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/3640360557011384304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-template.html' title='New Template'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115724475279357981</id><published>2006-09-02T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T17:52:32.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from boredom</title><content type='html'>Boredom makes people do the strangest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I was searching for something and found a link stating an old Hawaiian queen's birthday..and I remembered the long ass name of the state fish.&lt;br /&gt;It all goes back to when I went to Disneyworld for our senior class trip. My friends and I learned the name of Hawaii's state fish. See we were waiting in line, duh, and this guy had this shirt on with its name. This name is like a dozen or more letters long and here we are, mumbling over the damn name. I guess the man got feed up and turned around blasting the whole name fluently.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ol' chap, we aren't accustomed to saying &lt;a class="l" href="http://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory?id=1551595"&gt; Humuhumunukunukuapua'a. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we got it. Can you say it?&lt;br /&gt;Hoo-Moo-Hoo-Moo-NEW-Koo-NEW-Koo-OOO-Ah-Poo-Ah-AH&lt;br /&gt;Yea baby.&lt;br /&gt;ANND I also remembered how we met two hot Yankee's who didn't know what sweet tea was.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know some people don't know what this or that was..but they knew what tea was..just didn't have the foggiest idea on sweet tea. C'mon.&lt;br /&gt;One of them goes, "Lemonade?"&lt;br /&gt;..and yes, we did laugh in their faces. But man, I wish we got their numbers. Anyone live on Harvard Island, Massachusettes that knows a John and an Andrew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats like going to Atlanta and trying to find a girl named ShaMicka De'Laniah-Marie Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow I made up a pretty flattering name, actually. De'Laniah-Marie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. There are two entries below this one. I just can't seem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to make a stupid entry all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="l" href="http://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory?id=1551595"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115724475279357981?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115724475279357981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115724475279357981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115724475279357981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115724475279357981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/09/from-boredom.html' title='from boredom'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115722293832479474</id><published>2006-09-02T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:50:16.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blahblah</title><content type='html'>Anyway, I worked this morning to 1215 at our teller drive up and it was fun. Its very specific and its much easier than the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished a book just a second ago, One Night with A  Prince, and it was faboolush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finished the series from that book and the series was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;One, the heros are all related. All bad ass, seductive as hell, beautiful and bad ass.&lt;br /&gt;Two, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the heroines are NOT stupid virgins. One of them isn't a virgin but they know sex.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God. I hate stupid virgins. And boy oh boy, just because they are virgins, doesn't mean they aren't bold heh.&lt;br /&gt;Three, they may seem like regular romance books but these books almost put tears in my eyes, made me gasp, made yell, "ohhhh she told you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I am reading the first book in another series by Sabrina then I will be going into the second book which trailed off from the other series. They ALL go together. Yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw: I bet ya'll have lil pieces of paper, plastic or ribbon for your bookmarks but I have a magic carpet. Its the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a craving to watch the notebook, and I don't have it =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115722293832479474?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115722293832479474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115722293832479474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115722293832479474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115722293832479474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/09/blahblah.html' title='blahblah'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115707286853237772</id><published>2006-08-31T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T18:07:48.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah, I hate this!</title><content type='html'>Going through emotions like a flipping pregnant woman sucks ass.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was tired as a fat bear.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am mad as a raging bear who gotten woke up and is mad ass hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I worked this week was tuesday (excluding today) and I was out of balance $100 on THURSDAY. I am out of balance AGAIN for da da daaahh $100.&lt;br /&gt;what the fuccckkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ultra careful because I was off last week and here I again. Dude when I am not even paying attention I am on the ball, but when I am ok..doing this..ok..done that..ok put this..ok got that..I am screwed to have the inner demons raging around me laugh at my face.&lt;br /&gt;Being careful sucks ass!!&lt;br /&gt;No wonder people are carefree and don't give a rats ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I bought a new book. I didn't feel like straying off the series when I have money to buy the book, especially when the largest bookstore in town is right smack dab next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im mad. I am so mad I do not trust anybody. I think somebody stole a hundred from my drawer. Lying theives!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115707286853237772?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115707286853237772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115707286853237772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115707286853237772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115707286853237772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/blah-i-hate-this.html' title='blah, I hate this!'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115697271890332318</id><published>2006-08-30T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:18:38.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED!</title><content type='html'>Man oh MAN am I tired. I do not know why the hell I am so tired. Its not like I do anything to wear me out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..well there is school, but hell as much as I want to blame that..I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body clock is jacked. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I go, I just need to type something to fill out my blog..yay.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I literally followed a hot biker all the way across town, through our neighborhood and down my street. He prob thought I was some weird chick wanting a bit of ass or something haha.&lt;br /&gt;But no, he just had stay in front of ME, lol. I lost count of how many times he kept looking in his mirrors to see if I was still there. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Guys on bikes are hot.&lt;br /&gt;Guys on loud obnoxious harley's are not.&lt;br /&gt;Also, has anyone just LOOKED at a Dodge charger? I think those are the most sexiest cars ever. Its manly and....weirdly erotic, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I need to go back to the gym because..its been awhile since I can run even a little. Boy I hate being out of shape. Oh the good ol' easy peasy 3 mile run days. The good ol' easily done 10 pull ups and I dunno how many push ups.&lt;br /&gt;Can I run three miles, hell no. I can't even run 100 meters without going through respiratory shock.&lt;br /&gt;Can I do 10 pull up. NO. If I try for one..that'll be it.&lt;br /&gt;I won't even go into push ups, ay ay ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, its gym time, and I get free entry from my college, but I do not want to go alone. Who knows what type of people are there. I need to at least go there with a friend so I know my directions. I miss the gym..I MISS SPORTS PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, men with weird colorful THICK clothes that overlap to look "fly" is fucking ignorant in damned 98 degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;Retards!&lt;br /&gt;If you want to look decent, a plain tank and shorts will do..leave the towel, cap, two shirt, baggy pant look at home. Its tacky, and quite honestly going out of style in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the book I am on and instead of going through another book in another series and jumping back to a prior series, I am just gonna start a wholy different book from a different author and continue my Sabrina Jeffries book whoring after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115697271890332318?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115697271890332318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115697271890332318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115697271890332318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115697271890332318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/tired.html' title='TIRED!'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115664575739534007</id><published>2006-08-26T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T19:50:14.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ze Books I hate</title><content type='html'>I am really lenient with books. I know I won't agree with some but my God there are some books that...mm. Just plain out..bleeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the amount on top of my head, so I will just type them down as I go along. In no order..since they ALL are shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because your Mine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Lisa Kleypas &lt;/span&gt;even the damn title is derogatory. The hero was EVIL. He treated the girl like shit countless times EMOTIONALLY. I just wanted to yell, "How low can you go fucktard!"&lt;br /&gt;GERR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherish by Catherine Anderson&lt;/span&gt; uggggggh. I don't know many people who liked ignorant, sheltered, blonde, religious, fragile, whinny, stupid heroines. She goes through "shock" phases where she is just staring at space. YUCK. What a bore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ask for it by Sylvia Day &lt;/span&gt;ohh Sylvia sylvia sylvia, honey, I know you are notorious for very hot sex scenes but I was not aware of very hot sex 98% of the time throughout the book. Like seriously, I was starting to get very very grossed out of how many times they had sex. It was...unnatural really. And how the couple bickered and, what do you think they somewhat solved their problem by? Yes by screwing each other senseless. bleh. Tone down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue Flame by Jill Shalvis&lt;/span&gt; this book was really good until I read another book that was published BEFORE Blue Flame..and what do I find out? The plot, the scenario, the time era, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even the hero and heroines name &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;were the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Only thing that was different was that one was in a desert. It angered me. C'mon, make up your own storyline, you deceiving theif!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..um after sitting here burning my brain to find another book, I just cannot find it.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I am really lenient..&lt;br /&gt;Mailyn..that one book about that hero going through hell scenario and that ending..omg..thats HORRIBLE.  What a turn off..ugh that'll make me itch.&lt;br /&gt;Dylan EWWW! I totally remember Knight of Shiner armor. I have that book and I was furious! That airplane shit..how she "found" him. Hellll no. OMG and Prisoner of my Desire, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loathe classics. Jane Eyre is a classic, therefore, I loathe Jane Eyre.&lt;br /&gt;True.&lt;br /&gt;I had to read this for freshmen college english and it took me more than a month to read this book and I read it everyday!!!! I had the class third period and I finished it on the first day of school in first period. That bad.&lt;br /&gt;Required boring books suck ass!&lt;br /&gt;One required book that was awesome was Brave New World. OMG read it. Its sooo good!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I gotta read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fyi:&lt;/span&gt; There are TWO new entries below this one, including a review&lt;br /&gt;=) just so you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115664575739534007?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115664575739534007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115664575739534007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115664575739534007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115664575739534007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/ze-books-i-hate.html' title='Ze Books I hate'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115660513464322814</id><published>2006-08-26T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T08:12:15.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>book whore</title><content type='html'>Hi, my name is Keisha, and I am a book whore. Today is my first day confessing this and my first meeting. I plan to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep on being a book whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from this day forth, and in hoping I will be more happier with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, like seriously, I was one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; people waiting for the damn city library to open in the morning. Yea. I couldn't wait. I need to read..I need it..pulsed..pained ITCHED from it.&lt;br /&gt;I got six books and I carried them like there was no way I was gonna put them back..no way I was gonna be curtious to others by letting them read it. OH NO. I got there first and I am getting all of the books bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img176.imageshack.us/img176/3758/sixbooksst9.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I hate is when people RIP the sexy front flap images off! wtf. Leave them on there cuz I wanna see what the hero and heroine look like. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;Someone was curtious and left ONE image on. Thank You kind fellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/9039/bpicutreme2.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Picture, I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OOO I am gonna have fun this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;fyi: I reviewed my last book in the post below, so don't forget that entry =)&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115660513464322814?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115660513464322814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115660513464322814&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115660513464322814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115660513464322814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/book-whore.html' title='book whore'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115655204877677253</id><published>2006-08-25T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T17:27:29.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still in dire need</title><content type='html'>So Im still kinda moody, obviously but the book helped. A LOT. I haven't read a good damn romance book in sooooo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Pleasure a Prince was wonderful. It was exactly like I wanted and I cannot wait for the sequel of "that book," which comes out next month. Dunno which day...but AHH can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I was all excited of going to the library after work only to have find out it closes at five so Im kinda down. I have to visit the library tomorrow morning to read the rest of the authors series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But omgosh the book was wonderful! It was a beauty and the beast type story and it was gushy, hot, funny, strong-minded. ACK it was the shitt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well since I am here why don't I review it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus Draker &lt;/span&gt;Bastard son to the Prince of (something?), a whory mother, and a Viscount.&lt;br /&gt;Mother of Marcus was a cunt-rag, vaguely speaking. If I could, I would hit it, I mean her, so f'n hard. She was married to the Viscount dad, and had affairs with a married man, the Prince which resulted in Marcus. What a screwed up family. Marcus is soo tortured GOOD LORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroine: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regina Tremaine &lt;/span&gt;is a knowledgable virgin THANK GOD who is also known was La Belle Dame Sans Merci, the lady that gives no mercy. ho ho ho she kicks ass. I lovve her.&lt;br /&gt;She has a huge problem, which really isn't a problem, its just a mental problem that hurts millions of people. (I'll let you read the book to find out, yes, I am evil like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Guy: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simon Tremaine&lt;/span&gt; yes that is the brother of Regina. He is technically the bad guy but in the end he is just a plain out jackass that needs to be bitch slapped seriously (which is about him in the next book!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Characters: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louisa North &lt;/span&gt;Marcus's lil sister. She is new and ripe at 19. She had her first season and snatched da da daahh Simon. And yes, here is where all the drama is at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, Louisa came out and she danced with Simon, who is head adviser to the Prince. Marcus HATES the prince because he was an oaf and never tried to take care of him and blahblahblah. Louisa is in total infatuation with Simon and Marcus is furious.&lt;br /&gt;The bad part, Simon is only getting close to Louisa because of the Prince. See the Prince wants to talk to Louisa because he claims she is his daughter. Marcus thinks otherwise. Simon and the Prince are only in on this, no one knows about their lil scheme to get snag Louisa. And as I said, Marcus is furious and he knows something is up so he forbids Louisa to see Simon and visa versa.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone under the moon gets all upset including his new wife Regina. She seperates with him until he can set his terms.&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, after a guy finds out how well his wife satisfies him in bed, he cannot stop thinking about her.&lt;br /&gt;He comes around and agrees to a lil meeting with everyone about Louisa. They come to terms to have Simon sent off to India to learn how be.."good," basicly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next book which comes out next month is about Simon and Louisa. See Simon told Louisa he loved her and kissed her and..whatnot to get close to her so the Prince will be able to talk to her. (Since Marcus doesn't let her out of his sight and all, Simon was hoping to get married with her so they can go to the place where the Prince is...they can't do that with Marcus hanging about..ya know)&lt;br /&gt;Louisa falls in love with Simon, and I think he has a deep infatuation with her as well but as all heros he's being a stubborn ass and won't admit it.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to when it comes out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I very quickly reviewed the book. I want to hurry on and get my computer hw done with so that can be out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sadden by Angel, still. I miss my baby. A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope you have a great weekend. Relax and watch a movie (lil miss sunshine!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115655204877677253?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115655204877677253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115655204877677253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115655204877677253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115655204877677253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/still-in-dire-need.html' title='still in dire need'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115637889626834657</id><published>2006-08-23T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:01:55.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the f**k!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I dunno if I am mad or either sad.&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely both. Why!?&lt;br /&gt;Oh friend, my three year old german shepherd died.&lt;br /&gt;Remember those pictures I showed you. Well the pretty black one, DIED.&lt;br /&gt;WHY, we have no fucking idea! Nope, nada, cero, zilch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speculations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on skin infection medications, on high dosages because she is a "big dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How she died, literally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her liver was torn. TORN. the hell right...TORN! And she had bleeding all over.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can understand if she was stomped on, hit aggresively, ran over..but from nothing.&lt;br /&gt;She was acting a lil weird (my mom was home, thank God) and she saw how gloomy she was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;So she took her to the vet and, no joke, about five hours later she's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking fustrates me to no living end.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my bad bad french...but seriously..if your dog died and you do not know why...and it MIGHT be from overdosage the DOCTOR gave your baby..you would be pretty fucking pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;I am still in random disbelief...I cannot believe it...its...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day (today) I saw a rainbow. Now that might not mean anything, but I would like that to seem like Angel saying something ya know.&lt;br /&gt;oeijfaioejfeoiajfeoijafoiajfapoeir-09ria0fiajewofacfjofainvoiaewjfuck.&lt;img src="http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/8019/irkedph4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[[&lt;/span&gt;Edited: I made a desktop several mins after the final posting. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/7343/thumbnailgn0.png" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Poor Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ok ok ok..um I am going to give the book angels and demons a rest because, obviously I need a pick me upper. I went to the grocery store and I walked through the book aile...stopped for five mins maybe and searched for ANY book that looked somewhat interesting. I found one..that one of my favorite authors liked..so what the hell. Actually it looks pretty intersting. I love beauty and the beast stories (so this says) and I love the disney movie, mad me cry!!&lt;br /&gt;But yea..&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna read that tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115637889626834657?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115637889626834657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115637889626834657&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115637889626834657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115637889626834657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-fk.html' title='what the f**k!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115621555563386486</id><published>2006-08-21T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T19:59:15.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More about College</title><content type='html'>OMGOSH. College is awesome and I'm only at a community college.&lt;br /&gt;(the best in the state, I might add) and its awesome.&lt;br /&gt;HOLY shit there is soo many hot guys here *screams* totally awesome..&lt;br /&gt;..and there are those guys I hate that love to be nasty.&lt;br /&gt;My teachers are like awesome, my classes are great..a couple is a bit crowded but its all good.&lt;br /&gt;I have things going on, work, and family but it goes well with the new madness of college. Its awesome, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I drank straight up Vodka on friday night. GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTT, Strawberry Dacery (i know spelled that wrong, im a broken-virgin drinker, so mind me) tasted hella good. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE my parents don't know, I didn't drink a lot, just like a sip because I had to drive home but omg, that shit is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I sip and I was soo loose hahaha. My best friend was drunk drunk drunk.&lt;br /&gt;HILARIOUS. We have to do that again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a fucking expensive phone, but I guess I am indulging myself because I have NEVER bought myself something other than gas for the car, food for my body..something useless but nice to the eyes. I got a new phone and I lovvve it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cuss like a sailor now haha. I spent the night at one of my best friend's house and she had a straight up *ah UH ah UH* goody goody with us. It was HARD not to cuss..I would be like..&lt;br /&gt;what the...fff........ahem..&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend used to be like that and THANK GOD she isn't. She was really anal about cussing and..just...boring ultra conservative annoying shit, now she is sooo cool, a lil cussing here and there..but ey..it works with me.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I would be influenced by her. Kinda ironic. She is leaving for college tomorrow and I am soo sad.&lt;br /&gt;She's coming back for visits and all but man, I am sure gonna miss her.&lt;br /&gt;At least my other best friend is with me during college and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMM what else to pludge about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well heres my college schedule as a first time freshman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College Level English for Sophomores&lt;br /&gt;Financial Acct 1&lt;br /&gt;Intro to Business&lt;br /&gt;Int. Alg&lt;br /&gt;MicroComputer Applications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will be next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*College Algebra&lt;br /&gt;*Finacial Acct 2&lt;br /&gt;Principles of Sociology&lt;br /&gt;General Biology&lt;br /&gt;Descriptive Astronomy&lt;br /&gt;Intro to Religion or Ethics&lt;br /&gt;*Women in Literature&lt;br /&gt;*Macro &amp; Micro Economic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ Five out of there. HELL to the NO am I taking all of that. Last time I checked I loved myself to know not to kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;But I do know some people......mm..idoicy.&lt;br /&gt;The asterics are the ones I am, of this date, want to take next semester to get them over with. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115621555563386486?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115621555563386486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115621555563386486&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115621555563386486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115621555563386486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-about-college.html' title='More about College'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115609004291090303</id><published>2006-08-20T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T09:07:22.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. .  .</title><content type='html'>*takes a deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my laptop couldn't get internet access for a couple days, which totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I drank straight up vodka and..vodka mixed in with strawberry stuff and ice (whats that called?) Got a lil sick. But ey, first timers always get sick.&lt;br /&gt;2- Had to do sober-friend for one of my best friends because she kept flashing the guys in the neighboring balconyn due to her being drunk. Yea yesterday she was very sick hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;3- I got everything on my wishlist, and my folks are making me feel bad about it. "How I wasted my money." When in reality I have NEVER went shopping with MY money I worked for.&lt;br /&gt;4- One of my best friends is leaving for college in a few days (wahhhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;5- I currently have 6 pillow to sleep on instead of four, heck yes.&lt;br /&gt;6- I am STILL on angels and demons. Man, I feel like a bad person. hahahaha. I am so behind in reading. Pitiful. Its a good book..but im on page 60. mmHmm yea. I will read today. Prob after this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;7- Some may have not noticed that I started school last wednesday. It was great. Its hot down here in Flori and I (used to) walk (after each period) to my car to get (the next classes) books.&lt;br /&gt;I learned. Nope, hell no, am I walking through that heat every fucking time. No no no. I take four classes most days. So I bought my AE tote and put two periods worth of books into it..and during my lunch break, I go back to my car and trade those two books for the next periods books. Smart huh. My teachers are awesome, I already have homework. b i t c h!&lt;br /&gt;But its all good. The classes I think I will have trouble in is either math or english. But I have been thinking. The english I am taking is English for sophomores really, and I am a freshman, its argumentive writing. I can do that. I can disagree with the writer and write my own view. I can most certainly do that.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite class so far is accounting, mostly because the teacher is flipping hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. The phone wasn't 250..hell no. It was 380. Exactly why my  parents are all up in arms.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Should I change a phone to something less extravagant. =( I dunno. Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I find Mr. Right in college. I really do hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115609004291090303?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115609004291090303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115609004291090303&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115609004291090303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115609004291090303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='. .  .'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115569932628004551</id><published>2006-08-15T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:42:27.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>totally weirdly...cool</title><content type='html'>So last night..um well I cried myself to sleep. No need for details..i let out my rant and i cried my tears but I had kick ass dreams.&lt;br /&gt;MAN i wish I  wrote them down here when I woke up but gahLee they were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember which is why im kicking myself but one of them was that I was in a maze that was like in the jungle jungle. Lots of tree's wild animals..bugs..AMAZON.&lt;br /&gt;i was soo lost couldn't find my way out. It was like a competition to get out of the maze the fastest..and I was in a group sticking together to find our way out..&lt;br /&gt;the way out was locked by a huge wooden door...with one of those key locks. Im like..ugggh&lt;br /&gt;so I look around and I see a lil jungle cottage and I go in. Its mad small and there is this lil tv thing on top of a dvd player which are on top of a lil night stand. TV was airing..some infoCommercial..anyway&lt;br /&gt;So I open drawers...finding nothing..and BING an old rusty key.&lt;br /&gt;I take it out..run out and bam I unlock the lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I ask some dream interpreter what that meant for twenty bucks..&lt;br /&gt;she'll say the same exact thing im gonna say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said I was crying so in my dream I obviously  was trying to fingure out how to solve the problem..&lt;br /&gt;and me find the key letting my friends out was me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;knowing&lt;/span&gt; the way out....&lt;br /&gt;but its really complicated, hence, the puzzling maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD..i would be so f'ing rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me up with a dream..i can interpret it for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Sleep with dreams is the best sleep for you body =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pss. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I start college tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115569932628004551?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115569932628004551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115569932628004551&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115569932628004551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115569932628004551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/totally-weirdlycool.html' title='totally weirdly...cool'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115559439500256385</id><published>2006-08-14T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:26:35.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can't wait</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHAT MOVIE IM ABOUT TO SEE!? Guess!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh yea, its Step up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about an hour and fifty mins, I will be seeing the "movie of the decade."&lt;br /&gt;Bout damn time. I was waiting for a NONcheesy teen movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will review it once I watch it.&lt;br /&gt;College starts in two days..eeeek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115559439500256385?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115559439500256385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115559439500256385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115559439500256385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115559439500256385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/cant-wait.html' title='can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115549681635708487</id><published>2006-08-13T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T12:20:16.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>todays the day</title><content type='html'>Today is the day where I lock myself into my room and force myself to get into a book. I will once I get into the juicy parts, but now..im being larthargic.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, or should I say this morning, I went to bed at 3am. YUP three. I watched Madea's family reunion (that movie bothered me) which ended prompty at midnight. Went channel surfing till one and found one of my anime show's had a movie airing. So I watched that. Good movie btw.&lt;br /&gt;Love anime. Its like those tv shows you woke up on saturday mornings when you were kids. God I miss that. But here I am watching this movie like a kid so intent on seeing the red power ranger kick the bad guys ass.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this anime is Inuyasha. I think its soo awesome. I got into this when I saw how much lingering romance was in it. So tense lol.&lt;br /&gt;I looovvee it. I love Inuyasa and Kagome &amp; Sango with Maroku. Even though, either one of the four won't admit thier feelings. Well not so much with Maroku, he more than admit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img238.imageshack.us/img238/1899/inyel5.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/3797/mirsr6.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go off and buy the damn season's and movies..which I promised myself to do. Hmm just forgot to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaz I went to bed happy! &lt;img src="http://img519.imageshack.us/img519/4069/cloud9gn0.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115549681635708487?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115549681635708487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115549681635708487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115549681635708487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115549681635708487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/todays-day.html' title='todays the day'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115526167825741729</id><published>2006-08-10T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T19:04:29.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aggravating!!</title><content type='html'>Gez. My blog is like screwed up. Somehow the credits want to be seen first BEHIND Rafael's picture...&lt;br /&gt;ugh. I hate code errors and when you cannot find out wtf is wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;Mailyn helllp =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pissy all day. Well sorta. I guess its due to me not reading as much as I am used to. I read like ten pages yesterday. Nonromance books..bleh..they take me forever to read, unless I get really into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brave New world&lt;/span&gt; (anyone read this book.? It was disgustingly........awesome. Its weird in all forms..but I couldn't put this sucker down. AND it was a school book too. Like *shocker!?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outsiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To kill a mokingbird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposively on one of those "great" nonromance books, Angels and Demons. Its interesting don't get me wrong, but I am not IN it to know really. Not at all in the suspense and shit yet. I should be...i'll worry my body with that during the weekend. Lock myself into the room until I read like fifty pages or whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was a bit pissy today. Family and I are talking about things today and my dad goes..ok..enough already and he's geared on the TV. He's done eating WE AREN'T..My mom goes, why don't you go in the living room and watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;God we obviously aren't so you bug off!!! Annoying today.&lt;br /&gt;ifjeioajfeioajfioeajfioajofe;jfoijcfaw&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and f'ing work didn't go to smoothly. What is up with grumpy ass people. People don't bring your grumpiness to a teller and make them skittish and angry because then we'll screw up on your money. Not that I am talking from experience. But people c'mon..chill out. So I cannot understand you. So maybe you cannot breathe a lil deeper so you can fucking talk louder. So maybe you can't open your damn mouth so words can come out. Maybe I just cannot fucking hear you so you just damn well have to speak a lil louder and clearly, OK!?&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;Idiocy..c'mon fellow human friends....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115526167825741729?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115526167825741729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115526167825741729&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115526167825741729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115526167825741729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/aggravating.html' title='aggravating!!'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115513613362269416</id><published>2006-08-09T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T08:34:56.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>romance hero</title><content type='html'>So I found this guy, ey finish reading this. Gez, So I found this guy and thought, "he looks like one of those romance heros." No seriously..dark hair..dark eyes and BAM, hair on the chest.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly started drooling when I was looking at him. You never see pictures of guys with hair on the chest anymore and I think that is so hot! But the hair is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juusstt&lt;/span&gt; the right length...lil stubble. He's musuclar in the dammnnn sort of way. Not those skinny muscular guys that make me wince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm I'd say this is Heath Masters, from Forever After by Catherine Anderson. *sigh* Heath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/7743/yumkh8.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115513613362269416?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115513613362269416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115513613362269416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115513613362269416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115513613362269416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/romance-hero_09.html' title='romance hero'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115498336359637892</id><published>2006-08-07T13:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T13:46:40.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmMMmm</title><content type='html'>So I'm bored. I just came home from work. YAY. Two days off. YAY. Home alone. uber YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kinleymacgregor.com/lords/images/varian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see that indentation on the netherregions. Oh yea! Like OHH MY GAWWD.&lt;br /&gt;mmmHM. Lord. He's a romance hero..just some random picture from Kinley MacGregor's site, for one of her coming books.&lt;br /&gt;gezUS, Lord have Mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him I want him. Can I have him, can I have him? &lt;img src="http://img311.imageshack.us/img311/4189/loveatfirstsightrk3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I got some skeletons out of the closet earlier, cried a bit. I wrote it down in my other blog but I am going to write it down here too, with a little more detail.&lt;br /&gt;There is this guy who likes me and I USED to like him. This all occured while we were still in High School.&lt;br /&gt;Well this guy is dating a girl already for a long ass time (years) and he wants me. (can you belive that, SOME love)&lt;br /&gt;I was like, hell no. You are dating someone. I aint gonna be "the other girl." WTF.&lt;br /&gt;So he said he's gonna break up with his girl, and apparently from what I know, he hasn't yet.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about him. He used to call every damn day. CONSTATLY. Like bug off.&lt;br /&gt;He kinda got the hint after so many days of being ignored. I think the part where it ticked me off and made me ignore him 100% was when he told me I love you. OVER AND OVER again.&lt;br /&gt;DUDE, you are not available..and I know, if he does it with ya, he'll do it to ya. I am NOT stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends know not to call me past nine. I am anal about that, it ticks me off UNLESS its an emergercy.&lt;br /&gt;He called last night at 930-ish.&lt;br /&gt;I work in the morning. I don't care if you sleep at two in the morn. I don't.&lt;br /&gt;And when we DID talk on the phone it was stupid chit chat that wasted mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I wanted to rant about this I would..rant about it in a blog entry and put it private. HE even asked me about it. Why is that private. I wanna read it. Well if I put it on PRIVATE, its like that for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;And this morning..I ranted about it again, but left if public. Ignoramous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crying part was about one of my closest friends Dan. GOD, I love that man. He's the second picture on my slider (total HOTTIE).&lt;br /&gt;He's 18 &amp; English, ergo English accent. He's blonde-ish and muscular. He's respectful and friendly. He's outgoing and crazy. He's dependable and smart. He's fucking romantic. OMG. You don't find guys like this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But he lives all the way in England!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him over a site (bolt2.com, which sucks major ass right now, and the reason I joined Myspace) and got to know him over like a three year time span..maybe more. We got close. He &lt;u&gt;had&lt;/u&gt; a girlfriend, which duh, that guy cannot be walking around single and acting like that. If that were the case, I would be hitting every damn English female, for being BLIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img361.imageshack.us/img361/7960/thsmsoblbj5.gif" align="left" /&gt;And we would talk like no one's business. Talk about presents for his girlfriend. Talk about bitchy people. Talk about life in general. Talk conspiracies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: courier new;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My site inbox was just him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we drifted apart because of stupid bolt2.com. That site was the only thing keeping us together. I left the site, he kinda left the site, ergo, we lost touch. We do rarely communicate..but its soo hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him and his girlfriend broke up because she was leaving for college on the other side of the country and they didn't want to hurt themselves by going through a long distant relationship. (don't ask me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of him makes me cry, because I miss him so fucking much.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the fool and I wish he lived next door =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115498336359637892?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115498336359637892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115498336359637892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115498336359637892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115498336359637892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/mmmmmm_115498336359637892.html' title='mmMMmm'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115480077968095095</id><published>2006-08-05T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T11:09:23.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review : Scandal in Spring</title><content type='html'>Alas the review of the last wallflower book of the series from Lisa Kleypas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;First off, I would like to inform that this review may (and probably will) give off spoilers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Second, I would like to state that I thought Devil in Winter was an overall better book..but thats just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Third, (after writing the review) I am sorry for the length. But if your read it..it'll fly right on by *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the back off the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending three London seasons searching for a husband, Daisy Bowman's father has told her in no uncertain terms that she must find a husband. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now. &lt;/span&gt;And if Daisy can't snare an appropriate suitor, she will marry the man he chooses--the ruthless and aloof Matthew Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy is horrified. A Bowman never admits defeat, and she decides to do whatever it takes to marry someone..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;..other than Matthew. But she doesn't count on Matthew's unexpected charm..or the blazing sensuality that soon flares beyond both their control. And Daisy discovers that the man she has always hated just might turn out to be the man of her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right at the moment of sweet surrender, a scandalous secret is uncovered..one that could destroy both Matthew and a love more passionate and irresistable than Daisy's wildest fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better have enjoyed that "back of the book" synopsis because I wrote that in hand instead of find the damn synopsis online.&lt;br /&gt;I feel dumb..but regardless..be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOK.&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;Daisy Daisy Daisy..well first off, her real name isn't Daisy..its Marguerite.....mmmmmHMmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas, Daisy's dad, was furious Mercedes, Daisy's mother, named their youngest daughter after a flower. Lillian, her older and tempermental sister, started calling her Daisy..and it stuck.&lt;br /&gt;I thought Lillian, was named after the Lily, la duh. And Daisy named after, a Daisy..but she was supposivly named after another flower.&lt;br /&gt;Ok back onto the review.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas gets furious that after so many years, Daisy cannot seem to find a suitable husband. During this searching process, they have been using so much money for her and is getting plainly sick and tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;So he goes off and tells Daisy an ultamatium: Find a suitor by the end of May..or you'll marry the guy I want. da da daaahhh Matthew Swift.&lt;br /&gt;He picks Matt because he is smart and is like a "son" to him. Thomas's sons want nothing of the company or have no knowledge to take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;Daisy doesn't want to marry him because he's...arrogant..and a bag of bones (or from the memories she has of him)&lt;br /&gt;Daisy, and the rest of the wallflowers, are at this lil party thing at Lillian's home, Stony Cross Park (the place with the wishing well)&lt;br /&gt;Daisy visits this so called well and dumps an assload of pins into the will wishing...hoping..to find the right guy..and once she drops all the pins in there..here comes a handsome guy waltzing into the trees to her.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else in the world including Daisy is like...omg...have me..take me..here..now..omg..hotness.&lt;br /&gt;Then.. *click * .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;. She finds out its Matthew. Bag of bones...heck no. This guy filled out every lil piece of skin. His hair is really silky brown (like every other hero) and his eyes are a piercing blue (again like every other hero) she goes aghast.&lt;br /&gt;They talk and she finds out, oh, he's not SOO bad. And from my opinion this hunk is pretty damn smart.&lt;br /&gt;Daisy is smart back, so like her.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew has a HUGE crush on her like forever. And I just love that. I love it how a guy has a crush on a girl like forever. Anyways, Matthew got experience after the years (like any other hero) where he almost thirty and Daisy 22.&lt;br /&gt;The scene where they get a lil close for the first time was when Daisy was trying to save a mean goose who was tangled in fishing line..Matt comes in to help her and holds the goose down (STUPID) while Daisy cuts the line off its webbed feet. While Matt lets go, it pecks him in its eye (again STUPID)&lt;br /&gt;Daisy goes oh no and climbs all over him.....&lt;br /&gt;..straddling him.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Daisy looks him over and finds out he's alright but notices he has a whole bunch of feathers in his hair. She pulls them out while Matt pulls feathers out of her hair. Daisy finishes but just keeps caressing him.&lt;br /&gt;Now. All of you know when a female who the guy is lusting after is straddling him..he gets hard.&lt;br /&gt;So obviously, Matt goes beserk and yanks her off. He fixes his attire and stalks off.&lt;br /&gt;Daisy is NOT a stupid virgin, thank God. There are no bad guys in this book, well sorta, but not really, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;There is about two loves scenes and like..three kissing scenes..all....nice. In the first love scene its raining and storming..like oh so romantic, seriously it is.&lt;br /&gt;And Daisy is like..hell what am I waiting for..lets have sex. So..she and he after kissing like crazy go into the bachelor quaters and into his room. He just wanted to "talk," while Daisy....didn't.  She goes to the door and locks it. Takes the key out and dangles it through an opening of her dress down through her chemise UNDER her corset. Matt goes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You wouldn't." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;As he started around the dresser, Daisy dropped the key into her bodice, making certain it slipped beneath her corset. She sucked in her stomach and midriff until she felt the cold metal slide to her navel."&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it!" Matthew reached her with startling speed. He reached out to touch her, then jerked his hands back as if he has just encounted open flame. "Take it out," he commanded, his face dark with outrage. "I can't."&lt;br /&gt;"I mean it Daisy!"&lt;br /&gt;"Its fallen too far down. I'll have to take my dress off."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jaw was wide open during this ordeal. DAISY BOWMAN. Do you see Daisy bowman doing this.&lt;br /&gt;And to come to think of it she does have an older sister named Lillian..but I was still shocked.&lt;br /&gt;I won't write anymore of this scene..and lemme tell you..its hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Matt does wear glasses..lucky girl. Got the man of her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so called Scandal was about Matt, he is under warrant and arrest in America..and fled to England.&lt;br /&gt;Long story cut short, he was under investigation for robbery of generations of jewelry from his employer.&lt;br /&gt;The employer and two Bow Street officers are at Westfields house. Matt and Westfield walk in hoping to settle this ordeal, only for Matt to be knocked and punched once he steps into the parlor.&lt;br /&gt;Westcliffs goes beserk, and its HILARIOUS. Lillian comes in, k, and starts bitching. OOOO I was like moving my neck and snapping my fingers with her. Im like go girl!!! LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;"A fine pair you are, taking orders from an ill-bred Yankee to abuse the household that offerd you shelter from a storm. Obviously you are too dullhwitted to be aware of all the financial and political support my husband has given to the New Police. With a lift of his finger he could have the Home Secretary and the cheif magistrate of Bow Street replaced with a matter of days. So if I were you--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here, now," one of the officers said as he saw Daisy's meddling. "Step away from the prisoner, miss." Realizing she was ignoring him, the constable stepped forward with his hands half-raised. "Miss, I told you--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't you touch her,"&lt;/span&gt; Lillian snapped, her voice containing a ferocity that caused a temporary silence in the room. Even Westcliff and Warring (the employer) paused in momentary surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Glaring at the dumbfouned constable, Lillian went to Daisy and nudged her aside. She spoke to the constables with stinging scorn. "Before you take a step in my direction, I'd advice you to consider what it will do to your careers when it is made known that you manhandled the Countess of Westcliff in her own home."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have yelled Amen, if I were present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good..I was hoping for it to be a lil better. Four Stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I hate about this book is the END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;"We'll only be a few minutes my lord," Evie said. "Will you make excuses for us?"&lt;br /&gt;St. Vincent laughed gently. "I have an endless supply, my love," he assured her. Before he let go of his wife, he turned her to face him and kissed her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HARD ON THE LIPS LEAVING HER BREATHLESS, &lt;/span&gt;no no no just joking, on the forhead. For the briefest of moments, his graceful hand touched low on her midriff. The subtle gesture went unnoticed by the others.&lt;br /&gt;But Daisy saw, and she knew at once what it meant. Evie has a secret, she thought, and smiled.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What secret. I wanna know!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WTF. Is low midriff like obliques? So that said, wouldn't that "gesture" mean Evie is pregnant. And why the hell out THAT be a secret. Why would Evie withhold that part of information from her friends. WTF WTF WTF. ACCCK jofjeaiofjaoejfioeajofajefaiojf.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. Why do authors do this? Make you -think- and -wonder- after the book. Its total waste of brain power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;img src="http://img331.imageshack.us/img331/8140/censoredji8.gif" /&gt; tell us..ARRRGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img349.imageshack.us/img349/5687/14t2bdwyi2.gif" /&gt; Just found out, silly of me, that "low midriff" also refers to stomach. But anyway, why didn't Evie blurt it out. UGH.  She's my favorite character..oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Also LisaK has announced she is making more wallflower books. One will be Cam's (can't flipping wait!) The others I have no clue. There are speculation that its Amelia (Cam's woman)'s sisters..some say it might be the Bowman sons..ugh. I would like some INFO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabell's has a girl named Isabelle, and Lillian was hoping for a boy but got a girl named Merritt after the Vet came and helped her. Yup the Vet. And yup..the name Merritt.&lt;br /&gt;Lillian and Annabelle where plotting to have their kids to be married. HAHAHA. w/e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture inside of Matt and Daisy is soo beautiful. I want to tear it off and pin it on my cork board &lt;img src="http://img332.imageshack.us/img332/2977/innocentsm1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways. yea four stars.&lt;br /&gt;Now..onto Angels and Demons.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115480077968095095?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115480077968095095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115480077968095095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115480077968095095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115480077968095095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/review-scandal-in-spring_05.html' title='Review : Scandal in Spring'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115465756621529675</id><published>2006-08-03T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:12:46.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*ponders*</title><content type='html'>Everyone behaves badly. Its what a certain person believes is bad. One person may think  act X is horrible..SHAMEFUL..bad...and person B may think its normal.&lt;br /&gt;Currently what is bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;Having your reading priority straight..and turning back onto yourself.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;So I have told myself..told you..show you..that I am reading Angels and Demons, the book that I am kinda sorta not in the mood to read. WHILE..I have this book that I really want to read sitting there, waiting to be read...anticipated to be read for months.&lt;br /&gt;So..I gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAMEFUL! HORRIBLE. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I put down A&amp;D and picked up Scandal in spring..and I am almost bloody done with it.&lt;br /&gt;ACCCK. I can't put it down.&lt;br /&gt;SIS was suppose to be my reward for reading A&amp;amp;D. (But assurly, A&amp;D would be a treat itself.)&lt;br /&gt;I am like a stupid mother giving in to a child by giving it a big fat cookie before a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/3763/ashamedkz9.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*headed off to read more of SIS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115465756621529675?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115465756621529675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115465756621529675&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115465756621529675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115465756621529675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/ponders.html' title='*ponders*'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115463857308452192</id><published>2006-08-03T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T13:56:13.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot eligible men</title><content type='html'>Ok so where I work at there isn't a lot of young hot men that come in needing money or whatever (im a teller)&lt;br /&gt;But there were TWO today, and I waited on both of them. Yea..i know..greedy.&lt;br /&gt;One was 21 and one was 26.&lt;br /&gt;I personally think the 21 year old was hotter..because he FLIRTED back. Well both did, but 21 did more.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Man I felt special haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing about being a teller is..i know how much money they had..which was A LOT, their phone number and their address...&lt;br /&gt;and what do you think I have written down on a piece of paper in my purse...their phone number and address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/3784/961pj3.png" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I call him..hahaha. I probably won't. Probably against some business rule or something..but damn he was hot.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and he told me I was pretty..... *feels smug*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115463857308452192?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115463857308452192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115463857308452192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115463857308452192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115463857308452192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/hot-eligible-men_03.html' title='Hot eligible men'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115453188305362321</id><published>2006-08-02T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T13:51:24.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM things</title><content type='html'>Before I head off to work I am going to post some random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/6504/angelpicturehq3.png" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/928/princesspictureic0.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hmmm. Because of this wonderful heat wave our weather, has erupted to, continuous storms.&lt;br /&gt;Constantly we get thunder and lightning..and as of right now, it looks like I will be driving in pour rain.&lt;br /&gt;I flat ironed my hair last night, shit.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that. Don't know why I flat ironed it, because once I step outside it will frizz up enormously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother started school today, haha, sucka. I start school in two weeks. Kinda scary..and I am kinda excited..big step in life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLLEGE. &lt;/span&gt;Its not the wild state college, I am going to the state reknown community college till I get my AA, then its onto the wild state college. I am not particularly sure where exactly. Who knows, I'll let myself worry about that two years down the line.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I still haven't bought my books for my classes...or even know what the hell they are hahaha. I need to get onto that. Wouldn't be rad walking to the class without any books because I was lazy and didn't buy any. (And dreadfully not have them because they ran out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Keisha/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Keisha/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/1764/walletcs9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I am going to hang out with ALL my girls YAY. I miss them so much. Well one of them particularly because I haven't seen her in weeks!!! &lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/1059/sospiroie2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Well off to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115453188305362321?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115453188305362321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115453188305362321&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115453188305362321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115453188305362321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-things.html' title='RANDOM things'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115441272501403316</id><published>2006-07-31T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T06:48:52.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review : The Naked Marquis</title><content type='html'>Title: The Naked Marquis&lt;br /&gt;Author: Sally MacKenzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Impression: bleh some book to read till I get Scandal in Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was I wrong. So so damn wrong. This book is amazing. Its hilarious its frank..its steamy..its....amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this review in the dead of night because I could not wait to tell ya'll about it.&lt;br /&gt;And Thank GOD, a good book..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story takes place in England historically, of course. Its just a wonderful love story between the two characters, Charles Draysmith and Emma Peterson. This was just the kind of romance novel I love. There are interesting plot twists and we get to know several secondary characters well. The secondary characters are HILARIOUS. Ok back to the main characters (im so side tracked by excitement) the hero and herione knew each other when they were really younger. Him ten and she six. She follows him around and thats how his friends named her "Shadow." His nickname for her was "Runt." Because she was small, la duh. He grew up, moved away and now has returned to take his brothers place as marquis. His brother and his sister in law died from an accident. Ok so he returns and see's lil miss runt...in all her sexiness. He goes crazy, then he sees his nieces and falls absolutely in love with them. He loves kids, omg..i almost wetted my panties. He persistantly asks Emma to marry her and she answers by slapping him HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But boy does she want him.&lt;br /&gt;The secondary characters are a hoot. There is this one woman named Lady Beatrice aka Aunt Bea. Remember Lady Danbury in the Bridgerton books? Imagine a lady better than her! Aunt Bea is soo flipping hilarious and frank she made me laugh outloud so many times. Said things that people would barely say today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make sure you slip a betrothel ring on her finger before you slip yourself into her--"&lt;br /&gt;"AUNT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA God I love her. And the kids in this book..total hearthrobs..with their lil schemes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I do have to admit, the book went downhill after they made love..they started talking differently..maybe the author was rushed or something..but regardless this books is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain annoyance: Emma did not know ANYTHING. She was a dumb virgin. She was twenty six and didn't know a male person had a damn penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hero went out for a swim in the estate lake (they always have lakes) and before he could get in here comes this dog that was taken on a walk with Emma. Emma is like..omg..somewhat naked man..dog bitting his towel..um..what to do..what to do.&lt;br /&gt;She leaps and grabs the coller and looks up..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she says..what is THAT! Is that a broken bone, she says something close to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A broken bone. c'mon chit..a bone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in pain. Do you need a doctor? You look like you are in pain...&lt;br /&gt;"DO NOT TOUCH!"&lt;br /&gt;"No need to shout..just trying to help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;female! How do you not know. If your private parts are between your legs..where do you think HIS are. Idiocy!&lt;br /&gt;I'll give her some slack..just a little because she is a daughter of a vicar..and was very sheltered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but boy does she turn a lil wanton lol. Reallly bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea. This book should be read by all. Really great..makes you laugh and all. Superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115441272501403316?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115441272501403316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115441272501403316&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115441272501403316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115441272501403316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/07/review-naked-marquis.html' title='Review : The Naked Marquis'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115438025138881410</id><published>2006-07-31T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:10:51.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>totally cool monday</title><content type='html'>Today is an AWESOME day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, work went smoothly. Except for that asshole cop but he's a cop so I'll give him slack.&lt;br /&gt;Two, I got scandal in spring! Couldn't find it at the book store. Had to go to a local grocery store and almost got depressed..then I found it. ACK!!&lt;br /&gt;Three, my profile is bitching! Its totally cool. I have to fix my men on the side. So they can fit. (Thanx Mailyn so much &lt;3, I love it!!)&lt;br /&gt;Four, I look  pretty damn hot. Totally awesome...&lt;br /&gt;Five, or would be if I had a total hot hunk ready to fuck when I got home..but.....thats in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six, the books I am reading now are the SHIT! They are sooo good. I am more into the Naked Marquis. This book is hilarious. OMG. I love it! AHH&lt;br /&gt;Seven, I ate cereal, a donut, tuna sandwich, and pecan pie for brunch. HELLS yess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight..I am off work. YAY. Well duh. But yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. I am realllly hyper..&lt;br /&gt;time to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115438025138881410?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115438025138881410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115438025138881410&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115438025138881410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115438025138881410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/07/totally-cool-monday.html' title='totally cool monday'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115428836667412625</id><published>2006-07-30T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T12:39:26.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank God</title><content type='html'>I finally have internet access. I only gone without the internet for a day. Boy that did not settle with my body too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finished Ask for It on friday, another thank God moment. I still did not buy scandal in spring, my body hates that..booo.&lt;br /&gt;I am reading two books, lets see if I can do this. Angels and Demons by Dan brown and the Naked Marquis by Sally MacKenzie. Yea both so far are pretty damn good.&lt;br /&gt;But I better watch what I say because the last two books I had the same conclusion and look what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off to the review of Ask for it. I do not like reviewing because for me, i do not like reading reviews if I want to read the book. Some people explain a lil too far to where they explain the whole damn book. Also to the fact I would like to know NOTHING about the book. I want the book to tell me while I read it. Let the book the me that she is getting abducted not you. But ok. People like those full length reviews. Lets see if I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Sylvia Day&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis: (you ready)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From back of book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;England, 1770. Beneath the silk and lace of London society lies a secret, elite organization of spies. Protecting the Crown from its enemies is hazardous, but for Marcus Ashford, protecting his heart from an unyielding passion is the far greater peril… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A MATTER OF DANGEROUS INTRIGUE…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As an agent to the Crown, Marcus Ashford, the Earl of Westfield, has fought numerous sword fights, been shot twice, and dodged more than any man’s fair share of cannon fire. And yet nothing excites him more than the primitive hunger his former fiancé, Elizabeth, arouses. Years ago, she’d jilted him for the boyishly charming Lord Hawthorne. But now, the elegant widow is his to defend, and he will do so while tending to her other, more carnal needs, showing her the depth of a real man’s desire…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…AND UNDENIABLE PLEASURE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dangerous secrets led to the murder of Lady Hawthorne’s husband. Secrets she now holds in a diary many would kill to obtain. But to entrust herself to the protection of the most seductive man she’s ever known? Outrageous. Unthinkable. Irresistible. For it was Marcus’s strong passions and burning desire that frightened her into abandoning him years ago—and her answering craving has never waned. Now, he means to be at her service, in every sense. And perhaps the only sensible course isn’t to resist temptation, but to surrender to it completely…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sounds pretty spirffy but all this damn drama and shit is about a journal that means aboslutely NOTHING.&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL&lt;/span&gt;!?!?!?ijfoeirjsfoiejaoifjeaiofjoawef&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no joke. Someone says that in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So the hero and heroine knew each other since they were really young (kinda like a valentine wedding) and they locked googly eyes at each other. It took off from there. They had sex..and more sex and plan to get married. She finds out the guy is in some sort of agency (kinda like the CIA for the King) and she goes "oh hells no" with him and breaks it off. Not only just breaks it off but runs and elopes with another man.&lt;br /&gt;The other man dies but before he does he makes a journal full of codes and weird lettering that no one and decipher.&lt;br /&gt;This agency wants that journal and the heroine, Elizabeth, somehow doesn't want to (at which to this point I do not see why....)&lt;br /&gt;The hero, Marcus, is finally relieved he is able to woo Elizabeth back into his bed, and he does on so many levels. They fight for absolutely no reason.&lt;br /&gt;UGH. This book had a plot but it was hard to follow.&lt;br /&gt;I did not like this book at all. Too much sex, can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;I do not like even talking about this book. I had to FORCE myself to finish this book.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I liked about this book is the side character, Christopher St.John. You heard of him from my earlier post. Sylvia said he's book comes out in January. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;He was soo hot. OMG. That kept me reading..st john..st john..st john. Ridiculous. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIDE&lt;/span&gt; character. Idiocy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres my somewat review. I wonder if I have my recept. This book was fourteen dollars. FOURTEEN. No shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star: i'll give it two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways. I got my hair cut and its really short..aww.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the girls yesterday. Watched John Tucker must die, which was kick ass, and ate dinner. Then we went to the pool hall and I kicked ass.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a couple almost about to fuck on a pool table..couldn't get their hands off each other..&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*'&lt;br /&gt;They left in a real hurry and the next thing I said was...i bet they left for a quick fuck.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt that is what they did. LOL. Crazy people..if only girls like me can get some dick..if only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much love..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115428836667412625?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115428836667412625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115428836667412625&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115428836667412625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115428836667412625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/07/thank-god.html' title='thank God'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115414086181286619</id><published>2006-07-28T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T19:42:47.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I found</title><content type='html'>Didn't really surprise me. It did but then after you think about it..it comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing bad towards gay/lesbians, fyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/news/060807/lance_bass2.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lance Bass: I'm Gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lance Bass, the former 'N Sync heartthrob, reveals that he is gay in an exclusive interview with PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew that I was in this popular band and I had four other guys' careers in my hand, and I knew that if I ever acted on it or even said (that I was gay), it would overpower everything," says Bass, referring to bandmates Joey Fatone, Chris Kirkpatrick, JC Chasez and Justin Timberlake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn’t know: Could that be the end of ’N Sync? So I had that weight on me of like, ‘Wow, if I ever let anyone know, it's bad.' So I just never did," he says speaking about his sexual orientation for the first time with PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after years of keeping his personal life private, the Mississippi-bred, Southern Baptist-reared Bass, 27, is publicly revealing what he first shared with his friends, then his shocked family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115414086181286619?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115414086181286619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115414086181286619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115414086181286619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115414086181286619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/07/something-i-found.html' title='Something I found'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115413399606295198</id><published>2006-07-28T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T17:46:36.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>add on from last entry</title><content type='html'>...I am more interested in the sorta kinda bad guy. Christopher St.John. Blonde...blue eyes..wavy hair..pirate..&lt;br /&gt;they never fail. Hot blonde bad boys...mm my type of man baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He WAS the bad guy, but now he's a good guy...kinda sorta.&lt;br /&gt;This book is confusing. I hate confusing books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read this, by quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not just a cunt to rut in. If you need sex so badly, take it to hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had that, -you tell him girl *snap snap* swirve the neck routine- mood going on.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115413399606295198?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115413399606295198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115413399606295198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115413399606295198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115413399606295198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/07/add-on-from-last-entry.html' title='add on from last entry'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28340946.post-115412622802077346</id><published>2006-07-28T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T15:37:08.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PreReview : Ask for It</title><content type='html'>Quick question, which you must answer in the comment thingy, Can a romance book have TOO much sex?&lt;br /&gt;Think hard. Would you read chapter after chapter of constant sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask for it, is JUST THAT. Sex after sex after sex, I haven't finished the book and they FINALLY marry. I lost count of all the sex scenes. The guy is ruthless in bed lol. Doesn't waste NO time.&lt;br /&gt;But ahhh. I guess this book would be..better..if I didn't read A Valentine Wedding before this becauusssee Ask for it has the same damn scenario. Same plot..same bickering..and make up sex.  Its just..ack. damn.&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia Day is known for her bold language and her steamy sex scenes...but hot damn, give the girl and the guy some rest lol.&lt;br /&gt;ugh. I am not so excited about this book anymore. boooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give the final review once I am done. Its taking me, again SURPRISINGLY, forever to read this book.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why. I have about 60 pages left. I read a whopping hundred something last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I read on my stomach..but I felt nauseated after reading a sex scene.&lt;br /&gt;That usually never happens. Maybe my romance'ed mind likes the sex in the romance books to have umm...some sort of romance. Not OMG I need you NOOWWW..on your stomach bitch..... *major groans*&lt;br /&gt;whats so....romantic about that. Brutal sex is ok..like once..but all the time. bleeh.  I lost major interest.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon Sylvia. Bad boys ahoy was SUPERB..and this is...bleeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a long day at work and they are repairing the roof. Layering tar, ergo, the whole damn building is fuming with tar. Sickning. Almost threw up like three times, no joke.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God its the weekend. Tomorrow getting my hair done..hang out all day with my buddies..yay.&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully, finished with Ask for it and starting with Angels and Demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pL&amp;amp;h - Peace Love and Happiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28340946-115412622802077346?l=thekeish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/feeds/115412622802077346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28340946&amp;postID=115412622802077346&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115412622802077346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28340946/posts/default/115412622802077346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekeish.blogspot.com/2006/07/prereview-ask-for-it.html' title='PreReview : Ask for It'/><author><name>Keish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13397726847147475377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/445/meatdisneymt3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
