<?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-8497125981004283610</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:56:46.384-07:00</updated><category term='haircut'/><category term='windshield wipers'/><category term='assfuck'/><category term='Monsoon'/><category term='fail'/><category term='QQ'/><category term='Garfield'/><title type='text'>Gobble...snarf...snap</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-4567912034387520208</id><published>2009-04-16T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:13:54.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It got cold in Tucson!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally all better!  Rejoice!  I've been playing Final Fantasy 7 on this playstation emulator that Chris got to work on my laptop.  It's fun, but kind of makes me reminisce about FF6.  Also I know Aeris dies, but I don't know when and she's my heal bitch so I'm sad already :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I fought today and he said that he didn't like or care about Moses which made me cry.  Granted the cat does shed an obnoxious amount, but still....I think he's sweet anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work all day tomorrow which I actually prefer to being in school at the moment.  I'm so done with school.  I need to decide what to do next year though.  I need to find something that will keep my parents happy enough even though I would be fine with being a bum and just working and making money.  Maybe I'll just join the Peace Corps.  My rudimentary grasp on spanish might come in handy and my vast knowledge of viruses.  I don't know.  I just want time off.  I'll always be a slacker at heart no matter how my life appears to be together and how responsible I seem.  I kind of decided that instead of going into research I would probably like to go into public health.  I like to interact with people.  I'm relatively decent at interacting with people.  I remember how when I worked in the entomology lab for 8 months and then finally quit and went back to Pei Wei how refreshing it was to talk to people again.  I am so excited for summer vacation though!!!!  I don't even care that my life is not planned out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-4567912034387520208?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4567912034387520208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=4567912034387520208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/4567912034387520208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/4567912034387520208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-got-cold-in-tucson.html' title='It got cold in Tucson!'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-5860742905047872894</id><published>2009-04-07T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:23:50.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love using fresh deodorant!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I started out the day feeling well, going to a work meeting then doing some kickboxing.  Two hours later I had a raging sore throat, muscle pain, dizziness and nausea.  Sudden illnesses are fun, especially when you're at school and have to walk 15 min. to you car.  Normally this walk is done without thinking because walking 15 min. is honestly no big deal, but when you're sick and feverish it seems much longer.  Needless to say I have been enjoying the vivid Nyquil induced dreams. I did make it to my neurobio quiz today, finished it, hopefully passed, then left immediately to go back to the comfort of my bed and travel channel. I have a lot of homework and test to study for and having a bad case of senioritis plus being ill makes it incredibly difficult.  Can't it just be summer vacation already!!!???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-5860742905047872894?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5860742905047872894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=5860742905047872894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/5860742905047872894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/5860742905047872894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-using-fresh-deodorant.html' title='I love using fresh deodorant!!'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-2983062558504265215</id><published>2009-03-27T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:55:33.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dwelling in the meat world</title><content type='html'>I've realized tonight that I am mildly stressed out and angry at people and situations I have no right to be angry at.  To elaborate, I am angry...no that's the wrong word...I can't think of the right word so I'll just skip it.  Let's go with frustrated.  I am frustrated that I have a job and Chris doesn't.  So while I get to spend 11 hours at work he gets to either play WoW or do Smash Bros. tournaments or get to hang out with Evan or Rob.  I know I am being irrational, but today after working all day, I am supposed to go to this 90's party hosted by Rob and his girlfriend.  It's not even that I am very tired, although I am, it's just that I am so bitter and crotchety right now that I don't even want to go and attempt to have a good time.  I really just want to sit at home and rant at someone.  I'm also still bitter about the fact that I wanted to play Smash with Rob and Chris last night and after two games Chris was doing nothing but complaining about how I only attacked him and how annoying I was being.  Yeah, I definitely am not going.  I'll go be Buzz Killington by myself tonight and try to avoid putting any unneccessary strain on my relationship by saying something irrational.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-2983062558504265215?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2983062558504265215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=2983062558504265215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/2983062558504265215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/2983062558504265215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/03/dwelling-in-meat-world.html' title='Dwelling in the meat world'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-5029269520936506854</id><published>2008-12-10T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:05:35.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW Christmas it soon!  It's finally, officially cold in Tucson.  Like all day, not just at night.  I was happy because I own a lot of jackets and I can finally start wearing them again.   I always end up wearing the same one though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to decide what to get Chris for Christmas and his birthday.  Give me ideas people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a presentation tomorrow that I am kind of nervous about.  AHHH!  Public speaking can be frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mystery Diagnosis" has kept me awake until 2am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-5029269520936506854?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5029269520936506854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=5029269520936506854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/5029269520936506854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/5029269520936506854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-christmas-it-soon-its-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-5198854211440402956</id><published>2008-11-12T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:07:40.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am appalled...</title><content type='html'>I am appalled that both Prop 8 in California and Prop 102 in Arizona were allowed to pass.  I am so sick of religions imposing their wills into politics and life.  This country is so full of intolerance.  It's religious intolerance in reverse.  It's the religions that are intolerant of everyone else.  Yes, I realize this is a generalization and not everyone is like this.  God is not real, the bible is fiction, virgin births are impossible, evolution is correct, life does not being when a sperm meets and egg, there is no heaven, there is no hell, and when you die that is it.  End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least atheists don't tell religious people to kill themselves for their beliefs.  And quoting from the bible is not providing evidence...for anything...ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Keith Olbermann is awesome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUXK7As-yl0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-5198854211440402956?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5198854211440402956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=5198854211440402956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/5198854211440402956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/5198854211440402956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-appalled.html' title='I am appalled...'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-3952477152270233427</id><published>2008-09-29T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:39:48.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assfuck'/><title type='text'>We are fucked.</title><content type='html'>I'm watching the news and the title of this post describes our lives from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/yetmoreprocreationfail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/yetmoreprocreationfail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2008/01/03/collar-cat/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2008/01/catcollar.jpg" alt="catcollar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org/"&gt;pwn and owned pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2008/04/05/wrestling-fail/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2008/04/underpantswrestling.png" alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-554" height="491" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org/"&gt;pwn and owned pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/sea-world-fail.jpg?w=320&amp;amp;h=225"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/sea-world-fail.jpg?w=320&amp;amp;h=225" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my point has been made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-3952477152270233427?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3952477152270233427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=3952477152270233427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/3952477152270233427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/3952477152270233427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-are-fucked.html' title='We are fucked.'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-5568719234115013687</id><published>2008-09-24T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:27:13.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage More</title><content type='html'>I'm really frustrated right now.  I think it's because I haven't been alone in the house for a really long time now.  My days are always longer than Chris's or they are the same length.  So now I'm just hiding in my room with the door shut while he sits on the couch with his laptop on his lap in the same position I always find him in.  I get school is kind of hectic and he probably wants to relax, but sometimes it would be nice to do something or have his suggest something and invite me to do it.  It's the same old fight over and over so there's no real point to even bring it up anymore. We're supposed to go hiking this weekend which, of course, I recommended.  I don't know, I just give up on expecting him to attempt to do things with me anymore.  On that note, it's 10:30 and I am so bored.  I think I may make one of those infamous Wal-Mart runs that I tend to make when I am really bored and antsy.  Besides, I need eyeliner and would like it before tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-5568719234115013687?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5568719234115013687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=5568719234115013687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/5568719234115013687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/5568719234115013687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/rage-more.html' title='Rage More'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-2972957675387847428</id><published>2008-09-18T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:20:04.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something amazing happened today.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so my favorite book (well one of the many) is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choke &lt;/span&gt;by Chuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Palahniuk&lt;/span&gt;.  A movie is being made about this book (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;) and this girl in my DNA recombination lab was wearing a shirt promoting this movie on Monday.  I started talking to her about how awesome the book is and how everyone should read it.  So I get into lab today and she got me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choke&lt;/span&gt; shirt!!!  She's like my favorite person right now.  Also, on all the shirts there is a saying from the book written on the back and on mine it says "the safe word is poodle" which happens to be one of my favorite parts of the book.  Anyways, it made me really happy and I want to like, give this girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt; because of how awesome she is.  My lab is really fun.  My lab partner is cool and the lab technician is a recovering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WoW&lt;/span&gt; addict and it's kind of funny because we talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WoW&lt;/span&gt; and how it can ruin lives.  The point is, my life is awesome &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mythbusters&lt;/span&gt;" is on which makes it even more awesome.  My favorite part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; the show now is Tory, Grant, and Carrie.  Especially Tory (Tori???) because I would love to make out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a bag of Doritos in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt; this evening.  It's always funny when you open a fridge and find something that should not be in there.  Like once I couldn't find my keys forever so I went to get a soda out of the fridge because I gave up on looking and my keys were in the fridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should try to go to bed now.  Unfortunately I have physics lab tomorrow Q.Q&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-2972957675387847428?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2972957675387847428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=2972957675387847428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/2972957675387847428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/2972957675387847428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-amazing-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-8307919838415835326</id><published>2008-09-17T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:24:25.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireberry</title><content type='html'>If I had the opportunity to freeze myself and emerge 1000 years in the future I would do it without a second thought.  I'm incredibly disappointed that our current world does not resemble the world of "The Fifth Element" even in the slightest bit.  If anyone has access to cryogenic technology that won't kill me please let me know.  I want thermal bandages and flying cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a microbiology test tomorrow that I may or may not do well on.  We'll see.  The problem was, I finally found WiiFit (thank you Target ^_^) and spent a long time playing that.  Also, I have a new obsession with a show so I'm trying to get through all the episodes.  It's in Japanese so I have to read subtitles the whole time so I cannot multitask like I usually do.  So hopefully I do not fail my test.  I'm glad that I am good at science.  It's nice to be able to understand the world and my body and my cells.  I am so amazed we all don't have cancer all the time.  I'm also happy I believe in evolution.  I enjoy thinking about how much life forms have changed over the many many many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go hiking this weekend, but instead I am going to San Diego with my mom and my sister.  Getting plowed by waves should certainly be thrilling though.  I feel like I have had no time to do the things I really want to do because of school work getting in the way.  I love labs but they are very time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go find Moses to make him sleep with me.  I bought him a new litter box today.  Of course a cat cannot appreciate gifts such as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go attempt to read more of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dune &lt;/span&gt;because I have been craving science fiction.  I have more to say because I never update, but I want to wake up early early so I can study more and get caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs19/f/2007/256/a/a/Code_Geass__Lelouch__by_EvilApple513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs19/f/2007/256/a/a/Code_Geass__Lelouch__by_EvilApple513.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-8307919838415835326?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8307919838415835326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=8307919838415835326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/8307919838415835326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/8307919838415835326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/fireberry.html' title='Fireberry'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-7259963218744472803</id><published>2008-09-02T23:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:11:52.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahahahaha!!!!11!!oneeleven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SL401Cbe5LI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CaMqnpHsejc/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SL401Cbe5LI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CaMqnpHsejc/s400/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241685102095688882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SL401Wr_kkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KI-Ce8YE1HI/s1600-h/WildSnorlax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SL401Wr_kkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KI-Ce8YE1HI/s400/WildSnorlax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241685107533648450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah I'm a bad person.  I just don't care anymore because this is fucking&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hilarious&lt;/span&gt;.  It sucks having to do homework already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-7259963218744472803?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7259963218744472803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=7259963218744472803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/7259963218744472803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/7259963218744472803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/09/hahahahahaha11oneeleven.html' title='Hahahahahaha!!!!11!!oneeleven!'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SL401Cbe5LI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CaMqnpHsejc/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-1286837043543561698</id><published>2008-08-31T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T13:41:29.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my legendary Pokemon!!  His name is Dialga and he is cute.  I've been playing Pokemon sooo much recently.  Even in class sometimes because the first week of school is so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLsAN4PHQNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/P0OmDSUf2o8/s1600-h/483.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLsAN4PHQNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/P0OmDSUf2o8/s400/483.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240782829809778898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris takes weird pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLr_qhtZnVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uHDHyUd69qE/s1600-h/Photo+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLr_qhtZnVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uHDHyUd69qE/s400/Photo+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240782222467374418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a little better.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLr_qbCyCWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MZWHxsYkj6A/s1600-h/Photo+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLr_qbCyCWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MZWHxsYkj6A/s400/Photo+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240782220678007138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLr_qpcPwfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tiJOuB70ZoU/s1600-h/Photo+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLr_qpcPwfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tiJOuB70ZoU/s400/Photo+169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240782224542908914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went jean shopping yesterday which can sometimes be discouraging.  Well it wasn't discouraging AT ALL and I found two pairs of pants that fit wonderfully.  It's usually really hard to find pants that fit well unless if they are Lucky brand or Express brand that are both really expensive, but I found pants that were only like $30.  Thank you Old Navy, I love you and your jeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-1286837043543561698?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1286837043543561698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=1286837043543561698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/1286837043543561698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/1286837043543561698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-my-legendary-pokemon-his-name-is.html' title=''/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLsAN4PHQNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/P0OmDSUf2o8/s72-c/483.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-4954373906657662120</id><published>2008-08-28T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:56:26.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Picture Post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeMkfj_fGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9TeO1cwfzN4/s1600-h/Edited+pups7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeMkfj_fGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9TeO1cwfzN4/s400/Edited+pups7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239811250044501090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nico ^_^  He's the stupid one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeMk7ISpPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7gbblNxMhWg/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeMk7ISpPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7gbblNxMhWg/s400/IMG_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239811257444508914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeMlf9BtQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/W-sE5LXOZTM/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeMlf9BtQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/W-sE5LXOZTM/s400/IMG_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239811267329373442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So very stupid!  I love him though because he plays fetch with me and returns the ball.  Below is Addie and my dad.  Addie is my favorite and the smart dog.  Also, I picked her out and had to do a bunch of chores to get my mom to agree to buy her.  Definitely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeMl8iQ3ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ENkcQqOTDCc/s1600-h/IMG_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeMl8iQ3ZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ENkcQqOTDCc/s400/IMG_0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239811275001748882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addie again.  She lets me dress her up :P  Also those are my mom's knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeMmX5C_vI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8QeEDSrP9Jo/s1600-h/IMG_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeMmX5C_vI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8QeEDSrP9Jo/s400/IMG_0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239811282345066226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppy Nico below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeLLzNJmLI/AAAAAAAAADo/gVwIy5_yhUE/s1600-h/edited+pupsniko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeLLzNJmLI/AAAAAAAAADo/gVwIy5_yhUE/s400/edited+pupsniko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239809726309046450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Nico...when they were puppies they looked similar and it was hard to tell them apart without looking at their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeLMMVXeLI/AAAAAAAAADw/78QipJ0Y5cg/s1600-h/editedpups6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeLMMVXeLI/AAAAAAAAADw/78QipJ0Y5cg/s400/editedpups6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239809733054396594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha is all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeLMiulCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/48J1xjX1G_8/s1600-h/Feb+2007+more+puppies+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeLMiulCyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/48J1xjX1G_8/s400/Feb+2007+more+puppies+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239809739065723682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeLNHIk7rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9lYjZ7V2bZw/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeLNHIk7rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9lYjZ7V2bZw/s400/IMG_0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239809748838444722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways, I'm done with pictures.  School has started.  It's kind of nice because now I only have to work one day a week.  My days are kind of long at school, but I'm enjoying my classes.  Except for physics...I hate physics.  Physics lab has not started yet, but it will on Thursday.  I need it for my major though.  BLARG!  I need to clean my room this weekend and clean the house somewhat.  Chris always swore that in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;house he cleaned more, but I have yet to observe that.  And I just never clean.  I'm a slob.  I've been watching a bunch of "South Park" online.  I love that all the episodes are online now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-4954373906657662120?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4954373906657662120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=4954373906657662120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/4954373906657662120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/4954373906657662120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-picture-post.html' title='Random Picture Post!!'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SLeMkfj_fGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9TeO1cwfzN4/s72-c/Edited+pups7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-7020638617405236790</id><published>2008-08-15T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:37:11.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Embarrass Myself Often.</title><content type='html'>Today I was hanging around my house and Chris's stepdad, George and a guy he works with stopped by to fix something unexpectedly as I'm sitting around in pajamas and no bra.  Hi nipples!  Anyways it turns out the guy he works with is Thomas Longori who I went to middle school with.  He recognized me.  It's so embarrassing seeing people you haven't seen in a long time when you're in pajamas, unshowered, no bra, no makeup.  I guess the lesson to be learned is always dress like someone will be stopping by unexpectedly.  It's weird how many people I have been seeing from middle school.  Amy Walinski, Danielle Mulleneux, Franki Castro, and now Thomas.  Oh well, it's really not worth stressing out about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be so good about writing entries everyday.  Hi laziness!  I should shower and get ready for work.  I close tonight and tomorrow which sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-7020638617405236790?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7020638617405236790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=7020638617405236790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/7020638617405236790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/7020638617405236790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-embarrass-myself-often.html' title='I Embarrass Myself Often.'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-8831538379528464086</id><published>2008-08-12T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:39:58.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics, Boredom, and Lack of Clever Titles</title><content type='html'>Since I cannot think of anything to write about I will grace you with random photos of myself that I took on my computer camera.  As usual I cannot sleep even though I am tired.  It probably has something to do with the 12 pack-a-day Diet Coke habit that I have.  On another note I couldn't resist buying this adorable Sigg water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SKE43nnyjRI/AAAAAAAAACY/QjpspxKP3wA/s1600-h/Photo+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SKE43nnyjRI/AAAAAAAAACY/QjpspxKP3wA/s400/Photo+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233526770161061138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SKE43_Z6YeI/AAAAAAAAACg/85oiizRCjAw/s1600-h/Photo+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SKE43_Z6YeI/AAAAAAAAACg/85oiizRCjAw/s400/Photo+152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233526776545305058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SKE435Xw4wI/AAAAAAAAACo/WwGPd_00VaI/s1600-h/Photo+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SKE435Xw4wI/AAAAAAAAACo/WwGPd_00VaI/s400/Photo+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233526774925681410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diet Coke +++  I have no makeup on and I'm all shiny o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SKE44Hl2MPI/AAAAAAAAACw/g9wzkBun7yY/s1600-h/Photo+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SKE44Hl2MPI/AAAAAAAAACw/g9wzkBun7yY/s400/Photo+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233526778742845682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SKE44GrJ6BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/z4fZ86mbszA/s1600-h/Photo+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SKE44GrJ6BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/z4fZ86mbszA/s400/Photo+156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233526778496673810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SKE5N9atSvI/AAAAAAAAADI/3mJ-JK-8eas/s1600-h/Photo+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SKE5N9atSvI/AAAAAAAAADI/3mJ-JK-8eas/s400/Photo+159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233527153968892658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching the Olympics and they have been rather exciting.  Especially the swimming.  I've been working a lot and have the next two days off so I am super excited.  I wish Chris would stop playing so much WoW and eat more normally.  I wish I could sleep more.  I discovered I love iced soy lattes yum.  One would be so fabulous right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is all put together and I LOVE it.  It's so comfortable and I just want to spend all my time in here because it has my bed and my laptop and Moses and it is all clean and pretty.  I even bought a painting to hang.  Well actually my mom bought it for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-8831538379528464086?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8831538379528464086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=8831538379528464086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/8831538379528464086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/8831538379528464086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics-boredom-and-lack-of-clever.html' title='Olympics, Boredom, and Lack of Clever Titles'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SKE43nnyjRI/AAAAAAAAACY/QjpspxKP3wA/s72-c/Photo+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-7649616338045910924</id><published>2008-07-28T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:44:13.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shark Week</title><content type='html'>I went to bars for the FIRST time ever in America!  We went out for Steph and Mariah's birthday to the Buffet and to Plush.  I was talking to my dad about the Buffet and he was telling me stories about how he used to go there when he was in college.  Then I told him that the bathrooms looked like they hadn't been cleaned since he was in college and he said it was probably true.  I always think my parents were always super responsible, especially my dad, so it's kind of funny to talk about bars he went to.  Anyways, the night was really fun except for Will being his usual asshole self which I pointed out when he insulted the driving of the designated driver who also happened to be my boyfriend.  I proceeded to tell him to "shut up" and "fuck off" or something along those lines.  First off you should never insult the designated driver, you should be thanking him/her and telling them how amazing they are...I just got bored writing about this so I am going to move on now.  The point is it was a fun night and we went swimming once we got back to Steph and Mariah's which made the night even more amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially moved out of my apartment =D  I had to spend so much money to break the lease.  Luckily Chris helped me pay for it.  They also tried to get me to pay $60 extra dollars for water which they claimed I didn't pay.  I paid every month.  I overpaid every month.  They are liars there.  I hate the Promontory apartment managers.  I'm glad I'm done with that place forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching that show, "The Haunting" on Discovery Channel.  I love it because it is essentially a ghost story and forever will I love anything horror related.  This show would creep me out if it were dark.  My imagination is still overly active for my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts soon.  I'm kind of excited.  I want to ask my parents if it's alright if I don't work this semester.  I have a lot of classes and three labs since I'm going to be graduating soon.  However I don't want them to think I'm a slacker or anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-7649616338045910924?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7649616338045910924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=7649616338045910924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/7649616338045910924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/7649616338045910924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-went-to-bars-for-first-time-ever-in.html' title='Shark Week'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-1835875430728625218</id><published>2008-07-21T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:22:22.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Frank Schleck!!!</title><content type='html'>This year's Tour de France is amazing!  Especially now that they are in the mountain stages.  Anyways, yay for Frank Schleck wearing the yellow jersey for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dogs are weird.   Nico just stretched and farted on me.  What a lovely dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I went to dinner with Mariah, Will, Evan, and Jen and it was really annoying.  Will couldn't complain more about everything.  After Mariah and I first had to pursued  Jen for 10 minutes that Applebees does not only contain greasy food and that salads are filling, I had to listen to Will complain about how his beer was too foamy and the food took to long to come out and a myriad of other things.  I couldn't imagine being or being with a person who complains so much about everything.  It was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Wei is it's usual except we got rid of pork.  I'm just waiting for some angry old person to stab me in the eye because he can't get his sweet and sour pork. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is getting really boring.  I can't wait for Wednesday for a few reasons.  1) I have the day off 2) I'm going shipping with Mariah and 3) the most important reason, l'Alp-d'huez (the most interesting stage of the tour).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-1835875430728625218?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1835875430728625218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=1835875430728625218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/1835875430728625218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/1835875430728625218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/congratulations-frank-schleck.html' title='Congratulations Frank Schleck!!!'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-6381850006408562470</id><published>2008-07-15T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T03:19:44.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamer Nerd Rant</title><content type='html'>It is so frustrating when the first time I decide to farm honor on my rogue to finally get some new gear and there is a server restart right as we're about to cap the third flag in Warsong Gulch.  I wanted new boots!!  Anyways, I'm mad because every three months I decide I'm not bored of my rogue and get some new gear and I was like 1000 honor points away.  I always decide to farm honor on server reset nights.  Wow, am I still complaining about this?  I am lame *cough cough* excuse me I will stop.  Anyways, it's 3 am and I have a migraine and no ibuprofen or anything because Chris's place is not stocked whatsoever.  I do however have a Moses on the couch next to me being very adorable.  He purrs really loud.  Now he's trying to bite my lappy.  Haha silly Mosecakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, so my car got broken into about 4 days ago.  There's a big hole where my stereo was BUT my car didn't get stolen so I'm not that upset.  It could be way worse.  I could have no car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could complain now about the dismal state of my relationship, but i don't want to so I won't.  Instead I will just poke at my cat some more because he's a squish ball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-6381850006408562470?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6381850006408562470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=6381850006408562470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/6381850006408562470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/6381850006408562470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/gamer-nerd-rant.html' title='Gamer Nerd Rant'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-4275838540571357569</id><published>2008-07-06T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:05:10.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Accident and Monsoon Season.</title><content type='html'>I was at work last night, carrying up about 30 lbs of full alcohol bottles to the front when I slipped on water in the back, fell on my bum, shattered two bottles and cut above my lip deeply.  At first I thought I was ok then I was like, oh god I'm bleeding.  Then I thought it was my nose, but no, it was a gash in my face.  Anyways I had to go to the ER because all Urgent Cares were closed.  Carson had to drive me because I couldn't get ahold of Chris or my parents.  Anyways, yay Carson for driving me.  Oh yeah and I also had to get a tetanus shot which is making me feel ill.  Oh July 4th I rode in the Tour for the Tucson Children.  I got a flat after 5 minutes but my dad stayed with me to help me change it.  Everyone passed us because we were so close to the beginning so we spent most of the race catching up to people.  Anyways I'm feeling kind of sick now so it's time to lay down and watch tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I'm also beginning to pack to move into Chris's place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-4275838540571357569?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4275838540571357569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=4275838540571357569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/4275838540571357569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/4275838540571357569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/work-accident-and-monsoon-season.html' title='Work Accident and Monsoon Season.'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-8031428117211403917</id><published>2008-07-03T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:49:45.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a cold</title><content type='html'>Who gets a cold in the summer?  I haven't been sick in ages.  This girl at work is sick with the same thing so I probably got it from her.  She's nice so it's ok.  I have to work 10-8 today and should probably consider showering soon.  One nice thing about having short hair is that it takes almost no time to do.  My hair used to take forever to dry now it takes about a minute.  Everyone that likes Star Trek should go &lt;a href="http://picardsong2k.ytmnd.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start packing things to move.  Moving is always annoying.  I usually end up throwing away a ton of things.  "Saved by the Bell" is on and I'm watching it.  It's that silly episode where they all drink like two beers and then get in a car accident and are all super hung over the next day.  The worst is when Jesse becomes addicted to caffeine pills like they are heroin.  Enough procrastinating, I need to shower.  It would be great to have a clone of myself that I could pull out when I really didn't want to go to work.  I'd just keep her folded up in my closet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-8031428117211403917?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8031428117211403917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=8031428117211403917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/8031428117211403917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/8031428117211403917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-cold.html' title='I have a cold'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-1509571542536414385</id><published>2008-06-27T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:43:11.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='windshield wipers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsoon'/><title type='text'>Clever Title Goes Here</title><content type='html'>I need to stop staying up all night playing wow.  The first monsoon came yesterday and it was super exciting.  Monsoon season is like my favorite season ever.  My sister and I used to believe that if we were swinging when it was cloudy it would incite a monsoon.  I really need to replace my windshield wipers.  I cut a lot of my hair off, but I kind of want to cut a little bit more.  We'll see how I feel in a few days/weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-1509571542536414385?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1509571542536414385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=1509571542536414385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/1509571542536414385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/1509571542536414385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-need-to-stop-staying-up-all-night.html' title='Clever Title Goes Here'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-8250231420755907021</id><published>2008-06-23T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:17:41.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>QQ more noob</title><content type='html'>Things have been really dysfunctional with Chris.  Seeing that I'm moving in in a month with him I am seriously kicking myself in the ass right now for breaking my lease.  It was a bad time.  Two days ago he was going to break up with me or not talk to me for a few weeks, then last night he invited me over for dinner.  He also made me feel bad about wanting to have sex with him (I know weird huh) so now we can't even have sex.   I'm not ok with being in a relationship without intimacy especially when I'm criticized for wanting to.  He's obviously crazy right now for reasons that make sense.  I just wish he could let me know if he doesn't want to be in a relationship instead of telling me over and over again how much I have fucked it up.  I somehow always ruin every relationship I have been in terribly.  I've been playing wow with Kathleen to curb the horrible depression that could arise from this.  I'm like mentally preparing to be single, with no place to live so I'll have to move in with my parents.  That would save me some money though.  I guess I'll just see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, enough complaining about that for now.  I'm getting my hair cut on Wednesday and I'm excited.  My hair is too long and it's too hot to have hair this long.  Usually summer heat doesn't bother me at all, but this summer I find it more annoying that usual.  Probably because I have too much hair making my poor neck all sweaty.  Ew.  Also I have a gift card there so it's free.   So yes, I am excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-8250231420755907021?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8250231420755907021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=8250231420755907021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/8250231420755907021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/8250231420755907021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/06/qq-more-noob.html' title='QQ more noob'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-7359235908280133606</id><published>2008-06-20T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:44:31.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garfield'/><title type='text'>Garfield</title><content type='html'>Garfield minus Garfield.  So weird and funny.  Also kind of creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SFvr92s8FtI/AAAAAAAAACI/McZ3PBgeu1E/s1600-h/fSymsOGXO5wqw0itWISInviC_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SFvr92s8FtI/AAAAAAAAACI/McZ3PBgeu1E/s400/fSymsOGXO5wqw0itWISInviC_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214020441500030674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is just hilarious.  The first time I saw this I laughed for like 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SFvsP1lmnyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cXVDD4j0rj8/s1600-h/garfield1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SFvsP1lmnyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cXVDD4j0rj8/s400/garfield1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214020750438473506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SFvqkGv_NkI/AAAAAAAAACA/cQMzkDyJ5fk/s1600-h/garfield1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-7359235908280133606?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7359235908280133606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=7359235908280133606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/7359235908280133606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/7359235908280133606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/06/garfield-minus-garfield.html' title='Garfield'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SFvr92s8FtI/AAAAAAAAACI/McZ3PBgeu1E/s72-c/fSymsOGXO5wqw0itWISInviC_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-1271736087632477439</id><published>2008-06-18T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:16:11.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SFkv0cOvdQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vxvEyn687eM/s1600-h/0602082318.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To start off the  day....Moses!   This fat blob of kitty wakes me up every morning, what a lucky girl I am.   Actually I'm  dogsitting for my parents so two weimaraners  and a  mutt wake me up every morning  at like 5 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SFkv0cOvdQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vxvEyn687eM/s320/0602082318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213250621635785986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SFkv0cOvdQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vxvEyn687eM/s1600-h/0602082318.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SFkv0lQujaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LTQFaANVbs8/s1600-h/0617081727a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SFkv0lQujaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/LTQFaANVbs8/s320/0617081727a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213250624060034466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My crown of Otterpop box.  Chris said it makes me look Canadian...somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SFkv0klvDKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wKduU94KAzM/s1600-h/0617081728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SFkv0klvDKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wKduU94KAzM/s320/0617081728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213250623879711906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SFkv0282yEI/AAAAAAAAABA/3G9N6RwMJGw/s1600-h/0617081728a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SFkv0282yEI/AAAAAAAAABA/3G9N6RwMJGw/s320/0617081728a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213250628808525890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-1271736087632477439?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1271736087632477439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=1271736087632477439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/1271736087632477439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/1271736087632477439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-start-off-day.html' title=''/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SFkv0cOvdQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vxvEyn687eM/s72-c/0602082318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497125981004283610.post-2455490413644045803</id><published>2008-06-17T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:29:07.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another blog.</title><content type='html'>I made this because Stephanie has one and that is reason enough for me ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a trial post because I don't have a lot to say at the moment.  I think I'm going to go play some World of Warcraft with Chris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8497125981004283610-2455490413644045803?l=suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2455490413644045803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8497125981004283610&amp;postID=2455490413644045803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/2455490413644045803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8497125981004283610/posts/default/2455490413644045803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspectthebutterfly.blogspot.com/2008/06/yet-another-blog.html' title='Yet another blog.'/><author><name>SuspecttheButterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00574499927675195562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BTEd2OqJ9hY/SOGD_GBN7JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Q5_5J7NEJoE/S220/Photo+192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
