<?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-3573671</id><updated>2011-07-15T14:20:49.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>joy cam</title><subtitle type='html'>"Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.  Great minds have purposes, little minds have wishes."  -Washington Irving</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-112751579381910375</id><published>2005-09-23T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T15:53:59.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>arrrrrrrgThese are so undergrad but really, who doesn't want to be a pirate?My pirate name is Captain Anne Flint..."Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr! "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/112751579381910375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/112751579381910375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112751579381910375' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-112509798004179313</id><published>2005-08-26T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T16:13:00.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the moveinstead of writing my thesis, i figure it'd be a better use of my time to blog about my move.  once upon a time i lived in a sheeshy little neighborhood called Brentwood in sunny southern california.  it was a tucked away little area full of rich pretentious people who have nothing to do during the day except walk their dogs and sit in coffee shops waiting to be discovered.  i love it.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/112509798004179313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/112509798004179313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112509798004179313' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-111878364838298359</id><published>2005-06-14T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T14:14:08.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>keepin it in the familyi grew up just a few blocks away from one set of cousins growing up.  3 kids: 1 older girl, 2 younger boys.  we were very close as children.  since my girl cousin and i are only a year apart she became my surrogate sister, i wanted to go wherever she went and beat her at everything...or at the very least match her.  she was a tom boy, i was a ballerina.  she was quiet, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/111878364838298359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/111878364838298359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111878364838298359' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-111835110294476748</id><published>2005-06-09T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T14:43:58.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the customer is always right.i really don't appreciate it when people who are ringing you up at the cash register make you feel like you're wasting your money when there is a no return on merchandise policy. what results is not only are you sad for now having spent that money but you also feel like an idiot. were these people out on the floor advising you, that would be fine. but seriously, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/111835110294476748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/111835110294476748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111835110294476748' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-111773898438099481</id><published>2005-06-02T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T12:04:56.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn neighborsas i was trying to fall asleep last night at 1:30 in the morning (damn stats homework) i was kept awake for several mintues by the commotion going on in an adjacent building. though i strained to eavesdrop on their conversation, i could only get bits in pieces. it went something along the lines of this:girl: get the hell out of my house!boy: *mumble mumble*girl: pack your sh** and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/111773898438099481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/111773898438099481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111773898438099481' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-111342708421189140</id><published>2005-04-13T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T14:18:04.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just like that episode in (insert tv show title here) when...  A wise lady once told me “You can learn a lot from watching TV”     People watch television for a multitude of reasons.  Some watch it just to unwind from a long days work.  Some watch it to see all the pretty people.  Some wanna just laugh.  Others wanna just cry.  And still others watch to learn from and get into the heads of people</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/111342708421189140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/111342708421189140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111342708421189140' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-110961890282186382</id><published>2005-02-28T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T11:28:22.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've never been an avid fan of anything in particular.  sure i like music...in general.  i love to read...in general.  i like sports...in general.  but i've never had a favorite favorite.  and people love to ask you what your favorite ____ is.  i've learned to just pick one and stick to it.  not because i especially love it...but it was the first thing that came to mind and now i'm just gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/110961890282186382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/110961890282186382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110961890282186382' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-110609196716551881</id><published>2005-01-18T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T15:46:07.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>people have different ideas about the definition of being a "good friend." some people use universal rules, others use different rules for different people. this system would work fine as long as each person understood the rules that the other has placed on them. unfortunately, this is often not the case and friendships subsequently get flushed down the proverbial toilet like a dead pet fish.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/110609196716551881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/110609196716551881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110609196716551881' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-110496117036477270</id><published>2005-01-05T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T13:39:30.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...Ahuman being in perfection ought always to preserve a calm and peaceful mind and never to allow passion or a transitory desire to disturb his tranquillity.  I do not think that the pursuit of knowledge is an exception to this rule.  If the study to which you apply yourself has a tendency to weaken your affections and to destroy your taste for those simple pleasures in which no alloy can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/110496117036477270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/110496117036477270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110496117036477270' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-110486651030109000</id><published>2005-01-04T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T11:21:50.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*knock knock*  hello?....happy new year all...=)i haven't blogged in so long that i nearly forgot my user name and password.  i had to go through "the list".  i'm one of those paranoid people who has like 20 different user names and 20 different passwords, mixed and matched any number of ways.  and i always think that i'll be able to remember them all...it'll take me a good half hour but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/110486651030109000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/110486651030109000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110486651030109000' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-109604489710717970</id><published>2004-09-24T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T10:09:40.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some people have a lazy eye, but i have a lazy eyelid (lucky me). sometimes it's folded and nicely in place, sometimes it falls out of its fold in a tired, lackadaisical sort of way. it can be quite bothersome on occassion.with voting season closing in more and more tv ads regarding prop this and prop that have begun to rear their ugly heads. if the goal of these commercials is to get one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109604489710717970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109604489710717970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109604489710717970' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-109458527774294371</id><published>2004-09-07T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T12:27:57.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's that time of year again...gotta start school soon and the "things to do" list is getting considerably longer as each day passes...which means that blogging will be on the decrease...i'm gonna be a GSI/TA/proffessor's b***h this quarter and i'm kinda all nerves about it.  getting up and teaching a class of high school students, to me, is a lot different from getting up and teaching a group </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109458527774294371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109458527774294371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109458527774294371' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-109397575905053913</id><published>2004-08-31T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T11:10:29.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here's the thing...i used to come out to work at ucla during my summers while i was studying at michigan.  i always worked in the same lab...nice people, steady work...fun times. that lab was huge, lots of different PIs doing lots of different things, so there were lots of younger people there too, especially during my second summer. i made a few half friends and such, and then left, in all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109397575905053913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109397575905053913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109397575905053913' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-109330071517455380</id><published>2004-08-23T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T15:39:21.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love love looooove the drama of the olympics this year...it makes for great television...reality tv has got nothing on this...but first...CONGRATS TO ANNA AND ERIC FOR THEIR HEALTHY AND HAPPY BABY BOY!!! WAHOOOOO!!!!okay...everybody has a freakin opinion on this and gosh darn it i'm ready to voice mine! so i officially love michael phelps. the way that they have marketed him on tv in both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109330071517455380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109330071517455380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109330071517455380' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-109295861117324862</id><published>2004-08-19T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T16:36:51.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's something to be said about those who have the spontanaiety (ok no way i spelled that right) gene.  and i'm not talking about the last minute decision makers (you know who you are)...i'm talkin bout the ones who decide that they wanna go somewhere, and then get up and go.  and not somewhere local...but like a trip, or an event, of some sort.  of course, in order to be spontaneous one needs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109295861117324862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109295861117324862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109295861117324862' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-109209918601126388</id><published>2004-08-09T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T17:53:06.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday i felt like being an average american because i couldn't fall back asleep at 9:00 in the morning...so i got up, went to buy a paper, and went to buy mcdonald's breakfast.  nothing spectacular.  except for the fact that the price for my paper read "$1.50 Higher in designated areas."  what does that mean, you ask?  it means that i have to pay $1.60 for my $1.50 paper.  apparently, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109209918601126388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109209918601126388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109209918601126388' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-109149088879020699</id><published>2004-08-02T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T12:51:18.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>umm...i'm not feelin this losing of my posts all the time crap...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109149088879020699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109149088879020699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109149088879020699' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-109111883299536645</id><published>2004-07-29T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T09:38:48.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vegas for the first time...with polly....and amit...greatness, pure and simple.  well, maybe not so simple, and definitely not pure...we'll just have to wait and see. i feel myself being pushed into the realm of politics.  commercials have been using the techniques that teach kids not to do drugs - come on man, everybody's doing it, you have to do it to be cool.  rock the vote!  *serious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109111883299536645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109111883299536645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111883299536645' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-109043672050198148</id><published>2004-07-21T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T12:05:20.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had this whole long post about how much i love law and order and why and then the program crashed while posting....now i don't have the energy to write another one/it again...synopsis: i love law and order cuz it occassionally has interesting remarks and deals with things that i don't deal with on a daily basis.  but sometimes they put "experts" on the stand who are scientists and they bash </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109043672050198148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/109043672050198148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109043672050198148' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-108982223218937932</id><published>2004-07-14T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T09:23:52.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why is it that on days that you have the most to do you feel the worst...*sniff cough cough*when you hear random conversations in the middle of the street, or in the coffee shop, elevator, table next to you at a restaurant...you get my drift...when you hear these conversations, not on purpose but just because they were just loud enough for you to be aware of, and the people who are speaking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108982223218937932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108982223218937932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108982223218937932' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-108921745592267166</id><published>2004-07-07T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T18:30:57.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I felt, from my Guardian's manner, that beyond this point I could not pursue the subject without changing the wind.  I therefore forbore to ask any further questions.  I was interested, but not curious.  I thought a little while about this old love story in the night, when I was awakened by Mr. Boythorn's lusty snoring; and I tried to do that very difficult thing, imagine old people young again, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108921745592267166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108921745592267166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108921745592267166' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-108872176472830517</id><published>2004-07-01T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T15:46:38.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's too bad, really, about men and makeup...whenever my roommate has a date or is lookin to go out and look fine she always asks me for advice on what to wear and what makeup to put on and accessories...etc etc you get the picture.  i, honestly, have no idea why she does this and actually listens to what i say...it's as if she thinks i know what i'm talking about...it's weird.  for sure she's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108872176472830517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108872176472830517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108872176472830517' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-108855697176467639</id><published>2004-06-29T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T17:56:11.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what i learned today...scientific/pc term for 'beer belly' = 'abdominal obesity'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108855697176467639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108855697176467639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108855697176467639' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-108852520163460110</id><published>2004-06-29T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T09:08:34.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>they've posted some seriously funny stuff on msn this week, and it's only tuesday.headline (paraphrased): it is now scientific fact!!  your friends are always right when it comes to relationships!!!some harvard psychology people did a study on this, i'm for real.  they put these college students in front of a video that showed different couples interacting or in an interview or something, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108852520163460110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108852520163460110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108852520163460110' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-108792348397571842</id><published>2004-06-22T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T09:10:57.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm doomed...Keeping a ''cool head'' while in your 20s could reduce your risk of developing high blood pressure in middle age, according to a new study. Young adults who react to psychological stress with spikes in blood pressure are more likely to have high blood pressure when they are in their 40s. Assessing blood pressure changes in response to stress may be a useful additional tool for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108792348397571842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108792348397571842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108792348397571842' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-108750562483363799</id><published>2004-06-17T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T13:55:59.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school's out...summer is officially here...and it's cloudy and cold out!!!  what the...time to start summer reading list.  start sending in suggestions please.  any and all are welcome.summer reading lists back in middle school and high school were terrible, and that's coming from someone who loves to read.  when i was in middle school i aspired to be a writer.  i was even in this special </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108750562483363799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108750562483363799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108750562483363799' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-108725894571917583</id><published>2004-06-14T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T17:23:58.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i was little it went like this...first:i pledge allegiance to the flag of the united states of americaand to the republic for which it standsone nation, under god, indivisible,with liberty and justice for alland then:My country,' tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing; land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrims' pride, from every mountainside let freedom ring!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108725894571917583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108725894571917583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108725894571917583' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-108724943029740757</id><published>2004-06-14T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T14:43:50.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today jb is taking his lsats (send him a "wahooooo!!  it's over!!!" email when you get around to it).  i took him out to breakfast this morning to get the blood flowin...we were pulling out of our parking spot happy and fully sated on eggs and potatoes when some dude yelled "wolverine's suck!" at us.  what the *&amp;#%^@?interesting, isn't it, the things people say when they know that you're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108724943029740757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108724943029740757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108724943029740757' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-108698713635187182</id><published>2004-06-11T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T13:52:16.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>growing up i was surrounded by family members.  my house held 6 people (and i'm an only!), my great uncle and his family lived down the street, my cousins lived next to them.  needless to say i spent a lot of time with my family growing up.  when i was old enough, i got the hell out of dodge.  not that i don't love my family.  totally do.  it's just that they're nuts.  totally and completely off </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108698713635187182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108698713635187182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108698713635187182' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-108664373289201255</id><published>2004-06-07T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T14:28:52.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my friend just had a bouncing baby boy...11 lbs. 7 oz.  just let those numbers sink in for a second.  11.5 lbs!!!!  that is the size of some 4 year old children fer cryin out loud.  go mommy...what a champ.so i jumped at the opportunity to go buy baby clothes.  so freagin adorable.  and did you know baby clothes can be really cheap?  like...whole outfits for 5 bucks?!?!  makes sense, the kids </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108664373289201255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108664373289201255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108664373289201255' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-108240820209178814</id><published>2004-04-19T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T14:08:14.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Date traveled: 3/25/04 &amp; 3/26/04 Flight number:926 &amp; 853 From LosAngeles, USA to Taipei, Taiwan - To Whom It May Concern: While in the past, I have enjoyed timely flights and friendly customer service, I was appalled by the horrifying service Ireceived in this situation.  Below, please find the series of events that have caused me to write this letter today, and that have forced me to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108240820209178814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/108240820209178814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108240820209178814' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-107894572574104790</id><published>2004-03-10T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T11:11:50.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how interesting it is to look back and realize how easy it is to manipulate someone.  and i don't even mean manipulate in a bad sense.  if you get to know a person really well, it is amazingly easy to get a reaction out of them.  in fact, the person can be a total stranger, and you can get a reaction out of them.  i'm speaking on really broad and general terms here, which is what makes it so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/107894572574104790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/107894572574104790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107894572574104790' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-107876784157235776</id><published>2004-03-08T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T09:52:08.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now that i'm a week into being almost a quarter of a century old, i got to thinking about how people grow and change over the years.  when people are young there is very little self-enflicted dramatic life changes.  oh sure they get taller and change their ideas about whether or not they like britney or christina better on a daily basis, but essentially, as a child, you are who you are.  you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/107876784157235776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/107876784157235776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107876784157235776' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-107539783366729918</id><published>2004-01-29T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T09:39:23.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow, just about everyone has a blog these days.  being not very politically inclined, i decided to be a little more proactive in my edumacation of the goings-ons of politics...ie, the presidential campaigns.  and to my surprise, they all have blogs.  of course, it's not the actual candidates who are blogging, seriously who has the time to blog while you're trying to win over the billions of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/107539783366729918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/107539783366729918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107539783366729918' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-107461893508802730</id><published>2004-01-20T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T09:17:33.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoa, it's been a while...since i've been gone...gone home to new york for a millisecondwent down to virginia for xmasheard that the father of one of my best friends from high school passed awayspent new years with my popssaw some long missed high school friendsgotten into my master's program officially finally for the upteenth timetried to registerthey've stopped me from registering</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/107461893508802730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/107461893508802730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461893508802730' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-107170495062781886</id><published>2003-12-17T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T15:50:39.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>T minus 2 days and counting...by milliseconds...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/107170495062781886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/107170495062781886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107170495062781886' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-107117971734174120</id><published>2003-12-11T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T13:56:22.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M FREAGIN DONE...fingers crossed, eyes squeezed shut, pray for me...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/107117971734174120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/107117971734174120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107117971734174120' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-107058824258153755</id><published>2003-12-04T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T17:38:19.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one time when i was 4 or 5 i stole a twinkie from the local A&amp;P.  my mom used to pack a twinkie for me with every lunch (i was a large and in charge child).  tangents: i never had a lunch box i was always a brown paper bag kinda kid because i lost lunch boxes like it was no one's business.  watches too.  i went through at least 30 watches from elementary thru high school.  so anyhow, oh how i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/107058824258153755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/107058824258153755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107058824258153755' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-107040672693522587</id><published>2003-12-02T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T15:13:01.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ever have one of those days where you've been oh so productive and yet the day seems to drag on until infinity?it's not ending!!!!on a side note, i love having little helper peons...=)  it makes my work so much easier.  thank goodness for overachieving undergrads who want to become doctor's or go into science...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/107040672693522587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/107040672693522587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107040672693522587' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-106971444422447182</id><published>2003-11-24T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T15:06:42.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you: "where are you working?"me: "at ucla"you: "oh really?  what are you doing there?"me: "i do research"you: "what kind of research?"me: "ophthalmology"you: "yea, like what do you do?"me: long pause..."ummmm....." --&gt; usually at this point in the conversation i have a debate with myself about what i should tell "you" about what i do.  sometimes people sound really interested and want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106971444422447182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106971444422447182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106971444422447182' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-106935593695306108</id><published>2003-11-20T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T11:19:33.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did you know that federal government money started going into bioterrorism during the clinton administration because he read the book cobra event:richard preston: and it scared the sh*t outta him?  a little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing.  my professor said that you can't clone the hemorragic fever gene and transfect it into a baculovirus and use it for bioterrorism.  his said that it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106935593695306108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106935593695306108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106935593695306108' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-106927651795196242</id><published>2003-11-19T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T13:15:53.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did you know that the size of your foot is equal to the length of your forearm, from your wrist to your elbow...i am just FULL of useless informationrules of engagement, a term with origins in military applications, is now flung around like no one's business when discussing any sort of game, competition, relationship that one person has with another, be it friendly or fierce.  knowing the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106927651795196242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106927651795196242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106927651795196242' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-106918505077275820</id><published>2003-11-18T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T11:51:25.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did you know that FMK has a board game version?  it's called marry date dump...or something...lame...like that....too pc for meweeeee're off to see the wizardthe wonderful wizard of ozwe hear he is a wiz of a wizif ever a wiz there wasif ever oh ever a wiz there wasthe wizard of oz is one becausebecause because because because becaaaaaaausebecause of the wonderful things he does...The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106918505077275820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106918505077275820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106918505077275820' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-106911936582095514</id><published>2003-11-17T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T17:43:16.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's common to relate certain songs to certain events in your life.  and the emotions and the thoughts tied to those events always come back when you hear the song again or when it gets stuck on repeat in your head.  sidenote: why is it that only a part of the song gets stuck on repeat in your head?  it's always just a line or at most a verse and a half before it starts repeating again.  anyway, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106911936582095514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106911936582095514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106911936582095514' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-106876939678464845</id><published>2003-11-13T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T16:23:44.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have an exam in t minus 60 minutes.  why aren't i studying, you ask?  is it because you feel uber prepared and know you're about to rock it?  hell no.  it's because it's an open book exam.  still, there is reason to study despite it being an open book exam.  no, there really isn't.  cuz the thing with open book exams in grad school is either ya know it or ya don't.  and if you don't...you're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106876939678464845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106876939678464845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106876939678464845' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-106790779009057345</id><published>2003-11-03T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T17:03:25.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was reaaaallly cold and rainy this morning in southern california.  there's just something wrong with that.  it was cold enough to practically be snowing if snow were ever to fall in la.it kinda made me miss north eastern weather.  ahhh...the good ol days of childhood.  when it was a little nippy out during halloween and though your costum had to be cool it was always also very snug and warm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106790779009057345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106790779009057345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106790779009057345' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-106368753652429483</id><published>2003-09-15T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T21:53:32.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been about a month....i've been busy.working for princeton review as an SAT teacher is really rewarding.  i feel as though especially in my case because when it was my turn i had no idea what i was doing.  i often wonder if i perhaps someone to look up to who was open to helping me out with college applications, if then i would've gotten into the schools that i had originally wanted to go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106368753652429483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106368753652429483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106368753652429483' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-106183944943102114</id><published>2003-08-25T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T12:24:09.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch!!!!!!owie owie owie owie....*groan*i just poked myself in the finger with a needle.  i think i'm usually okay with pain.  i'm best at the big mind numbing pains with the whole body parts throbbing face turning pale and profuse sweating.  but maybe that's just because i'm concentrating all my attention on trying not to pass the hell out.  but when it comes to </summary><link 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remember puzzles being one of my favorite games.  being an only child, solitary games like jigsaw puzzles were crucial to normal development.  otherwise...life woulda been pretty boring.  i can sit at a puzzle for days.  just gimme some juice and crackers and i'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106141858858801811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106141858858801811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106141858858801811' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-106097965245238594</id><published>2003-08-15T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T13:34:10.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" Feel like an unpaired electron?Science connection is the perfect catalyst for freindship or romance.  North America-wide membership, science professionals &amp; others who enjoy science/nature, age 20s-80s....."no joke.there's a phone number and address if you want it...=)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106097965245238594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106097965245238594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106097965245238594' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-106097785799792063</id><published>2003-08-15T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T13:04:16.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we're such a funny sort of people.  because of the major blackout over on the east coast (home sweet home), there has been a sudden sprint toward keeping anything like this from "ever happening again."  now, how long have we had electricity in this country.  long time.  and the issue of the regulation and maintenance of our power system has long been a cause for concern.  the words "antiquated" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106097785799792063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106097785799792063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106097785799792063' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-106088868467401313</id><published>2003-08-14T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T12:22:37.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's weird how some people can just sit by and watch has things go to the sh**s.  for instance, the lab i work in is...let's just say not very neat and clean.  granted, it's a lab where stuff spills and things drop on the floor and little explosions occur all the time.  but let's just say, hypothetically, that one of the mini-freezer/fridge broke.  and let's say it was because the ice in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106088868467401313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106088868467401313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106088868467401313' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-106063940505935349</id><published>2003-08-11T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T15:03:25.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm learning how to play the guitarmy cousin bought one like 5 years ago.  never played it.  barely ever touched it.  so i asked her if i could have it.  she said ok.  so now i have a guitar.  wheeee.  i tried fiddling around with it all weekend.  now my fingers hurt.  but it's one of those good sorts of pain.teach me how to play!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106063940505935349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/106063940505935349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106063940505935349' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-105968413503727373</id><published>2003-07-31T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T13:42:15.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how is it that i have three jobs and no money...boo hissi am not appreciative of the people in the music industry who are so adamant against kazaa and file sharing.  i understand that it is reducing their income, even by a fairly high percent.  but okay, so what, you're only making 1 million instead of 2?  poor you.  and then you have us little people who work in labs and stuff, trying to make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/105968413503727373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/105968413503727373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105968413503727373' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-105838884968554459</id><published>2003-07-16T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T13:54:09.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everybody has their own shopping isms.  spent the whole of last weekend shopping.  if you ever want to inflict excrutiating pain on me, make me go shopping with you for a whole day.JB has to move into his new apartment in pasadena and he has no furniture no apartment stuff no nothing.  so saturday and sunday were spent in 20 different stores buying a million different things.  i may be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/105838884968554459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/105838884968554459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105838884968554459' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-105786893475451867</id><published>2003-07-10T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T13:28:54.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for all of you who would know what i'm talking about...meteor garden II (staring eh-fu-4!) is now broadcast on american tv channels.  don't call me between the hours of 7 and 8.by the way, it totally sucks and the taiwanese writers totally screwed up all good aspects about the original japanese story line in an effort to make more money.  but i'm watching it anyway.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/105786893475451867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/105786893475451867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105786893475451867' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-105777580184529301</id><published>2003-07-09T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T11:36:41.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i have ADD.  definitely have OCD.  i'm just comprised of a whole slew of 3 lettered disorders.  i have to be doing more than one thing at a time.  must.  gotta.  otherwise.  bored.  i start to watch a movie, 10 minutes later i decide i need to make a list.  5 minutes after that i'm done with the list and i need some cheesecake.  back to watching the movie.  15 minutes later i need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/105777580184529301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/105777580184529301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105777580184529301' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-105762101635217720</id><published>2003-07-07T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T16:54:46.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back!sex and the city is only half an hour long now!!!  .... that's all i have to say about that.when i applied to college back during my senior year of high school i was a cocky little smart a** who expected to get into whatever school she wanted to, within reason.  ended in a major slap in the face awakening of the "real world."  doesn't matter how good your grades are or what you do, it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/105762101635217720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/105762101635217720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105762101635217720' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-95727941</id><published>2003-06-16T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T13:05:09.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love sex and the city...it's a great show.  and i can see how girls around the globe love and adore it.  cuz no matter who you are or what you do, there's is always one way in which you can link yourself to a certain character or a certain situation that occurs in the show.  every girl who is a fan (and i don't think i know any who aren't) has at one point or another said to themselves, oh my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/95727941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/95727941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95727941' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-95386583</id><published>2003-06-06T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T18:44:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in today's world, and probably yesterday's too, it's not only about what you know, it's about who you know.  who you know is oh so important when you're looking for a job, wanting to meet new people, get places, do new things...it's all about how many heads you know.don't be afraid or ashamed to ask for help from friends.  even acquaintences.  all ya gotta do is ask.totally got dissed when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/95386583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/95386583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95386583' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-95337502</id><published>2003-06-05T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T11:33:23.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this one goes out to all those hard workers out there....mad props to you....people who work hard to get where they wanna go often don't get the credit they deserve.  a lot of people i know bank on their natural ability to get through..pretty much everything.  sure they'll study really hard 3 hours before a test, but i don't think that counts.  i'm talking about the people who were born without</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/95337502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/95337502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95337502' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-95132471</id><published>2003-05-31T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T15:06:51.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got yelled at for my blogger being on slack...=(so i tutor this high school sophmore in biology and she needed help in trigonometry and i was a completely useless human being for a whole two hours.  dude, i don't remember that sh** being that hard.  it is so true that in high school you learn a bunch of stuff that you'll never use again for the rest of your life....NEVER.  how many of you can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/95132471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/95132471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95132471' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-94080540</id><published>2003-05-09T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T17:00:35.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lots of people have siblings.  i can only think of one other person who is an only child.  it may be because i haven't asked everybody.  but definitely there's another person that i know who's an only.  besides me.  i know me first.  and then i know someone else.  i also only know two people who eat slower than me.  can you believe that only two people ever in my entire life that i've eaten with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/94080540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/94080540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94080540' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-93826005</id><published>2003-05-05T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T15:13:13.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like people who put pictures up with their blogs...or links to pictures...pictures in general...i think i'm a very visual person...not really, but maybe.fun-kee mood.  soooo out of it.  "itty-bitty bug"i seriously need to get out of this working environment....not for me not for me.  i wish someone would pay me to go to school forever and ever to learn things that i wanna learn.  yes.  sigh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/93826005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/93826005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93826005' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-93478833</id><published>2003-04-29T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T11:10:01.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i took pictures this weekend.  go see....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/93478833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/93478833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93478833' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-93205860</id><published>2003-04-24T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T16:09:33.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS BLOG'S FOR GONADS......SO IF YOU''RE HIM...PAY ATTENTION....LA is great!!!!  =)  it can be expensive, it can also be very cheap, depending on where you live and whether or not you have a roommate.  you can live in a spacious apartment in a so-so neighborhood for like 600 bucks...you can have a spacious apartment in a pretty okay neighborhood for 800...and a really nice neighborhood for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/93205860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/93205860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93205860' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-92668009</id><published>2003-04-15T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T12:32:35.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>give me 10 minutes with nothing to do and i get bored.  maybe i should pick up pacing.  it's not even that i have to be physically doing something.  i could just be watching tv, that's entertainment enough for hours.  but give me 10 minutes at work where i'm waiting for a reaction to finish or i'm waiting for the centrifuge to finish spinning and i get so restlessly bored that i wanna pull my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/92668009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/92668009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92668009' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-92455887</id><published>2003-04-11T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T16:00:39.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHA.....heeheeheeheehee...*whew*, that felt good...=)ever walk down the street and randomly think of something funny and start smiling and laughing or something.  people stare you know.  oh yes.  they look at you and wonder if you are in fact the crazy bag lady that has been rumored to traverse the streets of westwood every now and again.  i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/92455887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/92455887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92455887' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-92392309</id><published>2003-04-10T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T16:50:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm studying for the gre's (wish me luck!!) and have come across some really great sounding words:turpitude = wickedness, shamefulnessrepineat = be discontented withperpatetic = wanderingillumitable = infinitejunta = group of persons joined in political intrigue; cabalstipple = paint with dotstipple = drink alcoholic beverages frequentlyi hate standardized tests.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/92392309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/92392309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92392309' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-92391844</id><published>2003-04-10T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T16:39:39.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i slept for 17 hours yesterday.  went to bed tuesday night at midnight...woke up at 9, called work, called jb...went back to bed at 11am...woke up at 7pm....went back to sleep at midnight.  jon if you say SARS one more time i'ma smack you...i dreamt a lot.  it was quite crazy.  there were all sorts of people in my dreams.  you were probably in it.  i can't remember the specifics of the dreams </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/92391844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/92391844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92391844' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-92238461</id><published>2003-04-08T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T12:14:48.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it has been calculated (not by me, but by those who are more able) that we spend one third of our lives sleeping.  that if you add up all the hours in the end, it adds up to approximately one third of the hours of your total existence.  i believe that i physically need more than one third.  i cannot function as a normal, healthy human being unless i get 10 hours of sleep a night.  that's right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/92238461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/92238461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92238461' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-92175904</id><published>2003-04-07T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T14:44:30.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm back...and i'm at work...and i'm tired....and i almost fell asleep standing up....i love taiwan...=)it's 3pm....nite nite...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/92175904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/92175904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92175904' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-91428974</id><published>2003-03-26T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T11:37:33.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOOD LUCK 2XS!GOOD LUCK FUNKTION!KNOCK 'EM DEAD!!!  WAHOO!!and i'm off to taiwan...see ya when i see ya...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/91428974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/91428974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91428974' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-91367297</id><published>2003-03-25T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T13:06:12.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate it when you get sick and your whole body is completely opposed to doing anything your brain wants you to do.  sit up...no!  walk....no!  swallow food...no!  what a pain in the freagin ass.....someone that i met for the first time this past weekend said to me, "i've heard so much about you!"  that's not a term i hear often nor is it one that i use often, regardless of whether it is true </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/91367297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/91367297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91367297' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-91313365</id><published>2003-03-24T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T17:00:03.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ever play mahjong?  for money?  yea...first clue that i should never ever ever gamble anymore...that and it scares me.  yes, losing 10 bucks SCARES ME.  like ahhhhh scary.  that and friends with problems.  my two main aversions to the whole gambling scene.watched some people play a FREAGIN LOT of poker this weekend.  and tho i was always interested to see what everyone else had, i never had any</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/91313365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/91313365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91313365' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-91021254</id><published>2003-03-19T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T15:30:42.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh....so....much...to....say......can't....type.......fast....enough.....ah......there are some mornings when i get up and go to work, and on my 15 walk from my parkinglot to my lab building...think to myself....jeez i love living in freagin southern california.you know when it's finals time at any school by peering into the starbucks on the corner at 9:30 in the morning and find that it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/91021254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/91021254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91021254' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-90869511</id><published>2003-03-17T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T11:04:16.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some of my eternal truths:i don't blog as often as i should.rollerbladding by yourself is not fun if you're not that great and you can't go zoom zoom.it's always hardest to wake up early on mondays.having flexible work hours rocks.i carry a red messenger bag.i eat slow.i ski slow.i read slow.i learn fast.i type fast.i drive fast (well, i did, until i got 3 speeding tickets).thank god</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/90869511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/90869511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90869511' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-90614926</id><published>2003-03-12T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T15:19:43.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ever have one of those days where you think to yourself, you know, today would have turned out so much better if i had just not gotten out of bed.that was yesterday.  woke up yesterday, thinking that it was gonna be a find and dandy day...and then BOOM!!  disappointments, one after the other.  by the end of the day i had damned about 5 people to eternal pain and suffering.  that's gotta be like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/90614926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/90614926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90614926' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-90483093</id><published>2003-03-10T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T14:48:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>being part of the scientific community is such a marvelous thing.  i know exactly how dorky i sound and still i say it loud and proud....SCIENCE IS GREAT...there have been some recent reports in notable scientific journals describing how they can manipulate neurons from without by applying a magnetic field patterns to your brain.  these manipulations cause you to conceive "out of body" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/90483093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/90483093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90483093' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-90429205</id><published>2003-03-09T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T18:01:39.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's slightly weird to watch reality tv episodes, one after anohter, and to then watch the news.  watching the news after all those reality tv shows is trippy.  first you're watching boys versus girls in a battle of the sexes on jamaica.  seeing how different people deal with the moral issue of having to undress on national tv (although everything was blurred out) and then you go and swtich up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/90429205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/90429205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90429205' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-90161121</id><published>2003-03-04T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T22:11:37.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know, there are so many funny stories out there that are true...it's great...life is so ridiculous sometimes, how can everybody not be so amused by everything?  check it out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/90161121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/90161121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90161121' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-90065139</id><published>2003-03-03T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T11:43:54.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm a year older...whoop...i saw cradle to the grave this weekend and i have 3 things to say about it: (1) DMX...no...just...no; (2) they filmed part of the movie at Le Prive which is now called Noblesse, i don't know what all that is about...but when i saw it on screen i almost peed myself laughing...the things i find amusing, sheesh; (3) three-fourths of it was highly unnecessary, in the same</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/90065139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/90065139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90065139' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-89795515</id><published>2003-02-26T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T13:29:22.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>random, but i found out today that this person who i know through another person but actually met through a different person was at the same place i was at on a certain day with a completely different set of friends like 3 years earlier.  isn't that nuts?  small freagin world.i don't know how many times this sort of experience has happened to me.  everybody knows everybody else.  six degrees of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/89795515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/89795515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89795515' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-89668240</id><published>2003-02-24T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T14:02:26.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got new rollerblades!!  wahoo!!!  unfortunately i am not all that good at rollerbladding.  my main objective when on skates in general is not to fall.  when bladding on the bike path along the beach this past weekend joggers....joggers, mind you, not runners..were passing me by.  loved how it was in the 70s on saturday and bright and sunny at the beaches.  i think i skate on the inside of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/89668240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/89668240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89668240' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-89048497</id><published>2003-02-13T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T11:59:44.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay!  my mommy's here too cook for me!!  wahooo!!let's not talk about how it rained yesterday morning and how i have to walk 15 minutes to get from my parking structure to my lab and how i got utterly soaked.  as in....not at all dry.  i walked into my lab and my co-workers were like...oh, you're wet.  yea thanks....but the good thing that came out of that was that i got a free pair of scrubs..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/89048497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/89048497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89048497' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-88929953</id><published>2003-02-11T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T12:33:52.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the leading revolutionary physicist of our time (as versus the time when dinosaurs ruled the earth), albert einstein (some might say newton, i'd say he's pre our time), and one of the greatest authorities of philosophy, betram russell, were friends.  now...if they can be friends, why can't we all just get along?did you know that einstein and newton made their discoveries during times of their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/88929953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/88929953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88929953' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-88747762</id><published>2003-02-07T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T23:36:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maybe there is something to the ancient belief that when you have your picture taken, your soul - or, at least, part of it - gets taken away.  maybe not so much taken away, but put into the picture that is later developed by your neighborhood photo developer.  have you ever looked at your pictures intently?  i'm not talking about just some casual perusal during your leisure time.  i'm talking </summary><link rel='edit' 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says.  they don't understand that he's not a 44 year old man in heart or mind, only in body.  they don't understand that he's seriously just a kid and normalcy to him is not normalcy to us.  they keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/88730716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/88730716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88730716' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-88614368</id><published>2003-02-05T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T15:14:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>where did all my comments go?!?!  somebody stole them!  freagin a....did you know that you can apply to as many fellowships/scholarships that you want and if they like you they'll just give you the money.  of course there's some work involved.  some require essays, interviews even.  letters of recommendation and transcripts are almost always a must.  and then, if they like you, and they deem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/88614368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/88614368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88614368' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-88515149</id><published>2003-02-03T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T21:28:26.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've discovered that the greatest time and place to think about blogging is when you're riding the red eye and you can't fall asleep.  you have no where to go and nothing to do, hence, ya end up thinking.  first you think about why the hell you can't fall asleep.  and it always seems to be true that once you start thinking about why you can't fall asleep, the flood gates open and out pours </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/88515149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/88515149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88515149' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-88342263</id><published>2003-01-31T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T11:58:44.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've always just taken for granted the fact that i learned how to type in elementary school.  not all classrooms had computers back then, only a couple.  but we did have this computer lab.  and about twice a month, in third or fourth grade, our whole class would get to go to the computer lab and learn how to type on programs like PAWS (the one with the cat paw and stuff...anyway).  but that was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/88342263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/88342263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88342263' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-88313208</id><published>2003-01-30T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T22:31:29.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how is it that dust continually accumulates all over my apartment every other day?!did i just see malcom jamal warner on ER?!chinese new year is coming around the corner...fast.  every chinese new year for as far back as i can remember is full of food and chinese-ness.  when i was living at home, i would either stay home new years eve or come home early.  it was great!  day off school, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/88313208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/88313208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88313208' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-88179366</id><published>2003-01-28T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T22:27:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for clarification:  jon got the tatoo, not me...it's of a yin yang, you can see it on his blogger under pictures</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/88179366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/88179366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88179366' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-87804301</id><published>2003-01-21T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T14:07:45.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm forever gonna be known amongst jon's friends as the girl who went with him to get the tatoo.my boss is gone for this week at some national eye people meeting thingy in DC where he gets to decide on policy and funds distribution for the eye researchers of the US.  this, my friends, is where all your tax money is going toward.  this and war.  but we won't get into that.  so there's not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/87804301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/87804301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87804301' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-87557469</id><published>2003-01-16T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T15:01:21.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you ever wonder about those people that just say one line to you in their entire life and then float away, un-named and unknown.  you know, the people you meet waiting in line at a fast food restuarant.  or  waiting in line at the ladies room.  people who are standing close to you on the sidewalk who happens to hear you make a random comment about the weather and decides to chime in a note </summary><link rel='edit' 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biology?!  i haven't done any botany or human physiology since i was in my early teens!!!  a lot of the stuff that i'm gonna see in their text books are gonna make me think...hmm, i haven't seen this since high </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/87435166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/87435166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87435166' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-87121754</id><published>2003-01-08T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T10:03:06.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rain rain go away...it rains funny in LA.  first you get these mighty big drops...and they come splattering down...big fat drops that splatter all over your windshield (what a funny looking word).  and then they turn into these tiny little drops that last the entire day.  speckling your windshield like a layer of sprinkles atop a cup cake.  and then the fun begins.  traffic slows down to a near</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/87121754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/87121754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87121754' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-86850123</id><published>2003-01-02T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T15:52:45.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sigh*and back to work we go.i love how my break was more tiring than actually working.  between spending time with my aunt's family in virginia and partying it up in the nyc for new years, i don't think that i've been this busy and exhausted in a long time.  probably why i slept all day on the first.  my living area consisted of my kitchen and my living room couch.  greatness.the new years </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/86850123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/86850123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86850123' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-86461996</id><published>2002-12-23T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T19:12:36.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just spent the whole day trying to get my high school friends from new york to go to a new year's party that one of my michigan friends is throwing.  quite a day, quite a day.  i don't think i usually get this tired doing what i actually do at work.  oh that and tweaking pictures in photoshop.  you know, if you really don't have an eye for that kind of stuff it takes a hell of a long time to do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/86461996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/86461996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3151242.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86461996' title=''/><author><name>helz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783301579709679824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573671.post-86280306</id><published>2002-12-19T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T10:33:32.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think...i'm getting old or something.  i cannot function without at least 8 hours of sleep.  10 would be great.  12 would be ideal, if we had 30 hour days.  i don't think that i'm ever fully awake until after 12 noon.  which makes me useless at work for the first 3 hours of the morning.  this was not always so!  oh, well, it was kinda not always so.  always been a sleeper.  big on the sleeping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/86280306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3573671/posts/default/86280306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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