<?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-8432332</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:08:50.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Days Are Over</title><subtitle type='html'>Tales of &lt;strike&gt;job&lt;/strike&gt; house hunting, driving and &lt;strike&gt;french&lt;/strike&gt; gardening lessons</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-117043936405295377</id><published>2007-02-02T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T13:02:44.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>332 Days and Counting</title><content type='html'>Wow it has almost been one full year since I last posted. A lot of crazy stuff has happened since then, stuff that made it hard to post then and that will make it extremely difficult to post from now on. My last posting date looks like it's almost the same as my due date. Just off by one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on to bigger and better things. This blog was never anything that "special" just a place to post random things. Its a shame it will be officially coming to an end. It will be up just as a way for me to link to my favorite blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if anyone will be reading this, but it was fun. Thanks for the chats and thanks for the good times and advice. I hope you enjoyed it just as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck with all that's going on in your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you can't say anything anymore, maybe it's time to get off the bus and transfer to another station." - Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-117043936405295377?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/117043936405295377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=117043936405295377' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/117043936405295377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/117043936405295377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2007/02/332-days-and-counting.html' title='332 Days and Counting'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-114598423275543744</id><published>2006-04-25T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:59:16.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the good with the bad</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been addicted to television, more so than I was when I was 7 and watching cartoons religiously. I find that if I am not home to catch one of my television shows I go ahead and set the VCR to tape it. I long for the days when TiVo makes it way here to Canada, well we kinda have a version of TiVo, but it's not the same because it's not TiVo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of this addiction I decided to list my favorite shows in 2 lists, one that I am not ashamed to admitting to liking, the other, ones that are my guilty pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Ashamed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alias (while it lasts, I love thee Garner)&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;Gilmore Girls &lt;br /&gt;Everwood&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;The Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;The War At Home&lt;br /&gt;CSI:Miami&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;Ghost Whisperer&lt;br /&gt;Dead Like Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guilty Pleasures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The O.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laguna Beach, The Real Orange County&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now worship at the altar of Lauren/"LC" and Kristin Cavallari. I don't care that you dated Nick Lachey and that you look like his ex-wife. Your a bitch on TV and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you watch some of these shows too. Fess up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-114598423275543744?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/114598423275543744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=114598423275543744' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/114598423275543744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/114598423275543744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-with-bad.html' title='the good with the bad'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-114555818642587233</id><published>2006-04-20T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:37:27.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Feet</title><content type='html'>So I haven't posted in exactly a month, and my reason is plain and simple, I've been going crazy.  This summer is going to be a hectic one.  I am taking a 2 month leave of absence in the beginning of July so that means that I have to bust my hump here at work to make sure that all the important things are done by June 30th.  Not to mention all the running around that comes with planning a wedding, which I do not reccommend to anyone thinking of doing it.  Elope!  Take off.  Run to Vegas, call Kat, and have her be your witness in a chapel next to the Golden Nugget, I am sure she will have no problem with it.  So yes I have been a little busy, and really stressed.  I can't wait till I get out of town for 2 or 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the good stuff.  After this wedding is said and done, I get to leave for a long overdue vacation, and I am heading out west, al la Kid Rock.  I'm excited!!!  I finally get to spend part of my summer by a pier and near a boardwalk.  I have always wanted to have one of those summers you could read about at 14 in and R.L. Stine mystery novel.  You know the one, where 2 friends take off with thier families to a beach town for the summer and they hangout at the beach day and night and walk down the boardwalk eating ice cream and then they see a dead body floating in the water, yup, that one!  I am excited!   Really excited!  Other than that I am quite nervous for this huge life change that's about to happen.  No more coffees after work, now it will be making dinner after work.  No more drinking late at clubs on the weekends.  Now it will be drinking late on the weekends at home with friends.  Which maybe isn't all that bad now that I think about it.  No line ups for drinks when your pouring them yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I will be posting a lot more in the coming months, I promise, for the 3 people who read this blog :)  I am off to pamper my cold feet and hopefully warm them up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-114555818642587233?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/114555818642587233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=114555818642587233' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/114555818642587233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/114555818642587233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2006/04/cold-feet.html' title='Cold Feet'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-114288062215493655</id><published>2006-03-20T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T13:58:53.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>F**k You Williams Sonoma</title><content type='html'>I've given you a lot of my money over the years, a lot. Mainly in the shape and form of a Kitchen Aid Mixer that I got for $500 at one of your few Toronto locations. Not to mention that nice Dutch Oven I bought as a wedding gift for someone that allowed me to leave behind $299 of my hard earned money. And believe me the list does not stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I find it rather frustrating and retarded that you will not ship something that I &lt;a href="http://ww1.williams-sonoma.com/cat/pip.cfm?src=pipcnewotri%7Cgsku7463797%7Ck%7Cpcnewotri%7Crshop%7Cs%2Fcatcnewotri%7Cp3%7Crshop%2Fcatcnewotri%7Cp1%7Crshop%2Fcatcnewi%7Cp1%7Crshop%2Fhme&amp;root=shop&amp;amp;pkey=cnewotri&amp;gids=sku7463797&amp;amp;ftest=1&amp;cmreferrer=http%253A%252F%252Fww1%252Ewilliams%252Dsonoma%252Ecom%252Fcat%252Findex%252Ecfm%253FCID%253Dnewotri%2526root%253Dshop%2526cPage%253D3%2526src%253Dcatcnewotri%25257Cp1%25257Crshop%25252Fcatcnewi%25257Cp1%25257Crshop%25252Fhme&amp;amp;flash=on"&gt;really, really, really want&lt;/a&gt;, that you by the way refuse to sell in your Canadian stores, to my home address in Canada. I will have to what? ship it to someone who lives in the US? and pay for it to be shipped there? and THEN pay to have it shipped to me from that person who in the US was kind enough to have me deliver something to them? so something that probably would have only cost me $65.00 CDN with the exchange and shipping will now cost me somewhere in the $80 - $100 range? I don't get it. I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or does anyone else think this is retarded??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I now hate you. And you can keep your $600.00 braising pan I was going to buy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-114288062215493655?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/114288062215493655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=114288062215493655' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/114288062215493655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/114288062215493655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2006/03/fk-you-williams-sonoma.html' title='F**k You Williams Sonoma'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-114003324485856859</id><published>2006-02-15T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T14:54:04.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning Something Shouldn't Be Hard</title><content type='html'>So I need some help. As some of you know I am heading out to LA in the coming months and I am having a hard time trying to plan this trip in regards to where I want to stay. So I need help from those of you who reside, have visited or used to live in the LA area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize now that on my short venture out to LA (4 1/2 days, then I head to Las Vegas)I may not get to accomplish all I want to do. So this is where I need your help, I am not 100% sure how close things are to other things, such as, I want to stay in Santa Monica, but can I drive to Malibu and Hollywood in less than an hour? And if not, where is a good are to stay in so that I am close to Hollywood, Santa Monica (preferably the Pier and 3rd St Promenade), Los Angeles shopping (preferably Rodeo Drive and Fred Segal) and of course Malibu (I want to walk along the beach where all those lucky celebrities have homes). Oh and I want to have lunch at the Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone out there can help me with where I should get a hotel it would be &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;greatly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-114003324485856859?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/114003324485856859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=114003324485856859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/114003324485856859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/114003324485856859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2006/02/planning-something-shouldnt-be-hard.html' title='Planning Something Shouldn&apos;t Be Hard'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-113941189797796291</id><published>2006-02-08T10:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T10:18:17.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow Is Too Far.</title><content type='html'>Today I turn one year older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I realize that I am rapidly approching my 30's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is not going by fast enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-113941189797796291?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/113941189797796291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=113941189797796291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/113941189797796291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/113941189797796291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2006/02/tomorrow-is-too-far_08.html' title='Tomorrow Is Too Far.'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-113639250165188310</id><published>2006-01-04T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T11:35:01.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/rent/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you measure a year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 just started and I am already sticking to one of the things on my list. This year really does feel lucky. I know it's going to be a good one for all that deserve one. All that have had too many hardships in the past, too many financial worries, health scares, sadness and misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's going to be a good year, regardless of all the other bullsh*t that is going to come your way, I promise that when you look back at the year this December 31st, you'll realize I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would have been my grandmother's 93 birthday. Happy Birthday Nana, where ever you are. It still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again. Happy New Year. May these 365 days bring me one step closer to the &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live//"&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/a&gt; stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-113639250165188310?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/113639250165188310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=113639250165188310' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/113639250165188310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/113639250165188310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2006/01/five-hundred-twenty-five-thousand-six.html' title='Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-113529145662051368</id><published>2005-12-22T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T17:45:17.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons Why I am Glad 2005 is Ending and 2006 is Beginning</title><content type='html'>* My driving record will be clean once again (3 years flew by)&lt;br /&gt;* The wedding is in 2006&lt;br /&gt;* Winter is only 3 more months&lt;br /&gt;* Will be at my new job for a full year&lt;br /&gt;* New driver's license picture will need to be taken come January&lt;br /&gt;* I turn 28 (both good and bad)&lt;br /&gt;* Will no longer have to refer to the year as "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Year Everything Went To Shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;are&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;no longer around (see above)&lt;br /&gt;* Plans will finally come to a close&lt;br /&gt;* Waking up January 1st with a clean slate&lt;br /&gt;* 2006 feels like a lucky year&lt;br /&gt;* I am going to California, Boston and Chicago....watch out!&lt;br /&gt;* The 31st marks my final car payment!!&lt;br /&gt;* It will be one year since I cut the "bad" friends out of my life&lt;br /&gt;* I will start my new diet and stick to it (NOT a resolution)&lt;br /&gt;* A new chapter begins at 12/31/2005 11:59 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope your holidays are merry and your year is happy and new. Taking off for a while, see you in 2006!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-113529145662051368?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/113529145662051368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=113529145662051368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/113529145662051368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/113529145662051368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/12/reasons-why-i-am-glad-2005-is-ending.html' title='Reasons Why I am Glad 2005 is Ending and 2006 is Beginning'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-113328867143511565</id><published>2005-11-29T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T13:24:31.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>Lately, at home and at work, I've been making countdown to (insert event here) boards and it seems that things are rapidly approaching, whether I am ready or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and the time off that comes with it is only 18 more working days away. I have I started my Christmas shopping? No. Have I decorated the house? No. Have I made a list of gifts that I would like people to buy me? No. Yes, I know even a surprise to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another countdown is to the wedding. The wedding that is about 195 days (including weekends) away. I know it's still far away, but I am getting nervous and having an ex-boyfriend call you at 4am on a saturday night saying crap he should have said 5 years ago, and then maybe they would have a better impact on me, doesn't help the situation. Looking for a house with a mortgage that will leave us money for some groceries is also hard. Especially when they try to sell you a cubby hole (see: 1400 sq. ft. home) for close to half a million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as the days fly by and I wake-up, go to work, and then back to bed, it seems that the days on my board are decreasing and that the days on my calendar are being "X" off a little to quick for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of confusion, hurt feelings, unnecessary phone calls, and OCD to make this process go a little smoother. So I will keep sitting here at work, day after day, making lists, checking them twice and making sure that you've not been naughty. (well maybe just a little bit!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-113328867143511565?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/113328867143511565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=113328867143511565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/113328867143511565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/113328867143511565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/11/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-113286361531330192</id><published>2005-11-24T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T15:20:15.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>USA Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;THANKSGIVING&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-113286361531330192?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/113286361531330192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=113286361531330192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/113286361531330192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/113286361531330192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/11/usa-cousins.html' title='USA Cousins'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-113155590345869253</id><published>2005-11-09T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T12:05:03.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading Out West</title><content type='html'>Sometime next summer, maybe August, I am going on a nice, long overdue vacation. Look out California, here I come! And look out Las Vegas, I'm coming back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some help planning this trip, and who better to ask, then the internet and the nice nice people I know who live out there. I flying into LA for about 5 days, then DRIVING out to Las Vegas for another 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you know where I can find some good road maps and websites to help me plan this crazy excursion? My main concern is getting lost and running out of gas during my drive to Las Vegas. Getting stranded on vacation is really not part of the plan. So any help you can give will be greatly appreciated. Oh and a few nice hotel and restaurants and some cool bars and places to be would also help plan this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you can do is great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THANKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hopefully this posts, my last 5 post over the past 2 days have been disappearing.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-113155590345869253?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/113155590345869253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=113155590345869253' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/113155590345869253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/113155590345869253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/11/heading-out-west.html' title='Heading Out West'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-113078814928528700</id><published>2005-10-31T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:49:09.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Great Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-113078814928528700?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/113078814928528700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=113078814928528700' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/113078814928528700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/113078814928528700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-great-pumpkin.html' title='It&apos;s The Great Pumpkin'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-112948048975898369</id><published>2005-10-16T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T12:34:55.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like You Mean It</title><content type='html'>This past couple of weeks have been hectic! I guess part of the reason I haven't posted in awhile. The other being that for some reason my computer at work won't let me on the blogger site, something about cookies. I don't know. Nonetheless, I've kind of busy. If anyone ever told me how insane it is to plan a wedding I would have said, "Thanks, but no thanks" to the proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week was Thanksgiving here and I was thankful for the extra day off attached to my weekend. I got to hang out and eat 3, count THREE turkeys, which lead to me eating yesterday for the first time in a week. I was FULL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is coming, YAY! I get to dress up this year and go trick or treating with my niece and nephew. It will be fun. I have yet to find a costume or think of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am off to supervise a football game. Not coach or ref, but supervise, on the sidelines drinking beer with my best friend while our better halfs play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-112948048975898369?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/112948048975898369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=112948048975898369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112948048975898369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112948048975898369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/10/like-you-mean-it.html' title='Like You Mean It'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-112768022668018833</id><published>2005-09-25T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T16:30:26.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last posted, and I probably wouldn't have posted if Kat didn't make a comment about my lack of posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is no reason why I haven't been posting. I started a new contract a work and it's been keeping me busy. It's a long contract that will take me into next year, just about a week before the wedding. Which is something else I have been busy planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that there hasn't been much going on. New T.V. shows are starting and so are all the season premiers which I am excited about watching. And all my new fall clothes are washed and pressed and waiting to be worn, which is something I also excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the boring post. I don't really have much to talk about. Maybe next month will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-112768022668018833?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/112768022668018833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=112768022668018833' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112768022668018833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112768022668018833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-much.html' title='Not Much'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-112604688827105924</id><published>2005-09-06T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:48:08.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have been meaning to do.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(belated)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geekjive.com/blog"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jennysmith.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sorry guys.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-112604688827105924?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/112604688827105924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=112604688827105924' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112604688827105924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112604688827105924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-i-have-been-meaning-to-do.html' title='Things I have been meaning to do.....'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-112571531828807571</id><published>2005-09-02T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T22:41:58.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>Official last long weekend of the summer is here. Actually the official last weekend of the summer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the fall with all it's changing colours, warm sweaters, bonfires, turkey and season premiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to have a good weekend. Even though there is a lot of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Your in our prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-112571531828807571?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/112571531828807571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=112571531828807571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112571531828807571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112571531828807571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-112446515867838281</id><published>2005-08-19T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T11:25:58.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix You</title><content type='html'>I'm heading home from the beach sometime between this afternoon and tomorrow morning. It was great being up here away from it all. Now I get to head back to the city to an empty house and no one to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am starting to take action on planning this up coming wedding. It's actually next summer, but I need to book a hall for the reception, get a photographer, a florist and a dj, among other things that I am surely forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really exciting but also really weird time in your life when you are making these plans. For the longest time, before I met J, I never really thought about getting married, I actually used to tell people that I wasn't going to. I used to see myself as the single friend that always hung out at your house and babysat your kids when you had a function to attend. And I was ok with being that friend. I didn't mind at all. Until I met him, fell in love, blah blah blah, and now I can't even imagine not spending every waking minute with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the real point of this post. I am one of the most superstitious people you probably will ever come across on the internet. I have this fear, most likely some sort of disorder really, that when everything in my life is good and going in the right direction, something horribly wrong or bad will take place and I will lose everything. It's like I never let myself be really happy for fear that the gods of fate will see me and will take it all away from me. It has gotten so bad that I won't right my own wedding day on a calendar or even post the date here, for fear that it will not happen or I will lose him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know it sounds crazy and weird but I will also tell you that to this day I still have not put his phone number on speed dial on my home phone. When I did that with past boyfriends we broke-up. Ya tell me I'm not crazy.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-112446515867838281?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/112446515867838281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=112446515867838281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112446515867838281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112446515867838281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/08/fix-you.html' title='Fix You'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-112429077752686771</id><published>2005-08-17T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T10:59:37.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5939/571/1600/Summer%202004%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5939/571/400/Summer%202004%20057.jpg" 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/8432332-112429077752686771?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/112429077752686771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=112429077752686771' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112429077752686771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112429077752686771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/08/where-are-you.html' title='Where Are You?'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-112255642119225829</id><published>2005-07-28T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T09:13:41.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to good for my jessie</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the last day of my latest contract with the company, and I won't have to pick-up another one till early September, so lucky me I have the whole month of August off to relax, swim, tan and to get some planning done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is a long weekend once again here. I think I will be staying in town this time and just hanging out around here. We were thinking of going away, to Montreal, or New York and even Buffalo for some cheap shopping, but then we decided to just kick it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Wedding Crashers a few weeks back, I think opening weekend, a fuck is it ever funny. I think by far one of the funniest movies I have ever seen. Vince and Owen (like were best friends or something) are really good together and I LOVED the special appearance by Will Ferrell. If you haven't seen it, you should go soon, and if you already have seen it, take a friend who hasn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to get back to work and tie up some loose ends, whatever that means, nice email jackass. Have a good weekend and I will see y'all Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-112255642119225829?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/112255642119225829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=112255642119225829' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112255642119225829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112255642119225829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/07/nothing-to-good-for-my-jessie.html' title='nothing to good for my jessie'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-112128241292705145</id><published>2005-07-13T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T15:20:12.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason # 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5939/571/1600/slut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5939/571/320/slut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has to be one of the (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very few&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;reasons why I am glad that I am Canadian and not american, well her and those stupid reality shows US execs come up with (except of course Extreme Makeover: The Home Edition).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like someone, probably her gross pig ex-ministry turned manager dad, told her that finally losing your virginity automatically made you big slut. Did anyone else see her new video where she shakes her knockers in a bikini as she washes the car? Seriously doesn't everyone wash their car like that? I heard that some Christian group thing was calling her a hooker, I think their pretty much bang on, just like she was with Johnny Knoxville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I digress. In other exciting news, we are enduring a week long heat wave here. Today at 1:16 the temperature in the car read 41 degrees and that's without the humidex. I think with it we are hitting highs of 48, that's like 125 degrees Fahrenheit. Either way it's gross and I wish I had a pool. I am opposed to using outdoor pools at the risk of running into someone from high school while walking to the vending machine to get a soda in my bikini and flip flops. Who ever wants that to happen, especially if you hate the person. It's bad enough I was driving next to some loser I used to be good friends with. He's balding now and sweats while he eats, well he used when we were friends and by the looks of him, he still probably does. But I'm not that bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the heat and lack of backyard pools, nothing is new here. Just the same old same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-112128241292705145?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/112128241292705145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=112128241292705145' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112128241292705145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112128241292705145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/07/reason-3.html' title='Reason # 3'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-112006548259814918</id><published>2005-06-29T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T13:18:02.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out Pt.2</title><content type='html'>Friday is a holiday here. Canada Day. Which means that I am off Friday until Monday. Which makes it a long ass weekend. I love these weekends, they are usually filled with nothing but lounging around, but this time I think it will be filled with sand, water, sun tan lotion, tequila, and maybe a beach chair or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year around this time I get this restless, aching, longing feeling/need to get the hell out of this hell hole. I usually need sometime out of this great city, sometime to another city, sometimes to a beach house. Last year, this happen and I never got the chance to leave. I was in school, working part time and using that money for frivolous things. Now this year, I have a full time contract job, a few weeks off in August, 3 I think, and I have no where to go. Wait, let me rephrase that, I have places to go, just no one to go with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking at pictures from my NY trip, my LV trip, my trip out east and out west and I really would like to hit up one of these places again, preferably NY, since I might hit LV next spring for a little bachelorette party. I miss the hussle and bussle of NY and I miss the late night walks to local stores to pick up random junk food. I miss the Empire State Building, SoHo, Central Park, the Village, Time Square, and many many other not so landmark for the world, but for me things. I miss NY, and when I see pictures of moonlit skies over looking the skyline, my heart breaks a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I can't head back. Those 3 weeks are already taken up by some pretty important life altering changes and decisions, so I need to be here and not nearly 1000 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe your heading out somewhere exciting, or maybe you live in or near by these places I have mentioned. If you do, take a nice sunrise or sunset picture of that place for me and send the picture on over to me. If you want I can send something back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to work. Have a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-112006548259814918?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/112006548259814918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=112006548259814918' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112006548259814918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/112006548259814918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/06/take-me-out-pt2.html' title='Take Me Out Pt.2'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-111887358948886239</id><published>2005-06-15T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T18:13:09.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm.....</title><content type='html'>....did anyone get anything I sent them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-111887358948886239?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/111887358948886239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=111887358948886239' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111887358948886239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111887358948886239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/06/umm.html' title='Umm.....'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-111843170810746847</id><published>2005-06-10T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T15:28:28.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheek</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.com/movies/gallery.aspx?photo=484527&amp;gallery=7985#photos"&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you buy your heroin?  Maybe you could hook me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris (not Hilton)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-111843170810746847?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/111843170810746847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=111843170810746847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111843170810746847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111843170810746847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/06/sheek.html' title='Sheek'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-111818604661634781</id><published>2005-06-07T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T19:56:42.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 1 - 49</title><content type='html'>1. Paris (not Hilton) is not my real name.&lt;br /&gt;2. I refuse to share this info with the internet.&lt;br /&gt;3. When I was 10 I fractured my ankle so bad that they contemplated breaking it so that it would heal better.&lt;br /&gt;4. I was on crutches for 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;5. Till this day it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;6. I am still afraid to watch scary movies.&lt;br /&gt;7. Every time I do I think I will be killed in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;8. I have obsessive compulsive behaviors. No one has ever diagnosed me as having OCD.&lt;br /&gt;9. I am extremely anal when it comes to all things regarding the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate cleaning my room, but I will help you with yours. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm getting married soon, and some days, no matter how much I love him I wish I was 21 all over again.&lt;br /&gt;12. I hate responsibility and the need to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;13. No one thinks I look my real age.&lt;br /&gt;14. I was once mistaken for a 16 year old at the liquor store. I was 24 at the time.&lt;br /&gt;15. I don't go to church, but I pray to God every night before I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;16. Sometimes if I really want something to happen I make a deal with God and the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;17. I still make a wish before I blow out the candles.&lt;br /&gt;18. It has been the same one since I was 8.&lt;br /&gt;19. This year it was different.&lt;br /&gt;20. I always believed that if I lived somewhere else I would have had a more interesting youth.&lt;br /&gt;21. I love to swim, but I can't tread water.&lt;br /&gt;22. I spend a lot of money on material things, such as designer shoes and handbags.&lt;br /&gt;23. Everyday when I get home from work, I need at least 5 minutes of alone time where no one is allowed to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;24. I think kids are the cutest thing, but I am too selfish to give up everything for one or three.&lt;br /&gt;25. I sent a secret to post secret.&lt;br /&gt;26. No one knows this secret.&lt;br /&gt;27. I sleep walk.&lt;br /&gt;28. I also talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;29. I fear that one day I will let out all my secrets while I am sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;30. Regardless of what you tell me, I will always believe that the grass is greener on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;31. Regardless of what you tell me, you too sometimes think the same.&lt;br /&gt;32. I always expect the worst, this way when the worst happens, I am prepared.&lt;br /&gt;33. I am usually a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;34. I am allergic to fish and nuts, but who isn't these days.&lt;br /&gt;35. On hot days I have asthma attacks.&lt;br /&gt;36. I've had 2 surgeries in my life.&lt;br /&gt;37. No one in my family knows I used to do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;38. I used to drink almost 6 days out of the week. I don't at all anymore.&lt;br /&gt;39. I miss the careless feeling that only alcohol can give you.&lt;br /&gt;40. I still hate my jobs some days.&lt;br /&gt;41. I regret not partying enough in my college years.&lt;br /&gt;42. I've never been on a road trip.&lt;br /&gt;43. I have one tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;44. My favorite trip was to new york.&lt;br /&gt;45. I envy people who live in LA or LV.&lt;br /&gt;46. I think life would have been cooler growing up a few miles away from the Golden Nugget.&lt;br /&gt;47. I sometimes eat one thing for 3 months straight. Then never touch it again for at least a year.&lt;br /&gt;48. I am afraid of toxic shock.&lt;br /&gt;49. I wish I was a teacher so that I could have the summers off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for 50 - 100.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-111818604661634781?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/111818604661634781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=111818604661634781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111818604661634781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111818604661634781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/06/number-1-49.html' title='Number 1 - 49'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-111801786089436215</id><published>2005-06-05T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:33:45.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Live Here Anymore</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow I start a new assignment for work. A different location, a wee bit closer to home, god forbid it was close enough to walk there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I did some shopping and made some extravagant, but much needed, purchases. Who says saving your money wasn't fun?! With the money I dropped, you would have thought that I bought my &lt;a href="http://www.kitchenaid.com/catalog/product.jsp?src=STAND%20MIXERS&amp;categoryId=310&amp;amp;productId=347"&gt;beloved&lt;/a&gt; (click on the color blue), but alas I still haven't. I really have no room for it now and it would have to be packed away like the rest of my stuff, ready for the big move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on some laces and bracelet this weekend, a few of you should be getting some stuff in the mail over the next two weeks (all depends on how fast the mail people are). I also did some wedding planning. Not much, it got to hot here and I couldn't concentrate on what types of flowers I wanted, so instead I went to the store and got an ice cream and sat in my backyard till I was all sweaty from the 33 degree weather here (that's Celsius, by the way). Then I showered I ate and then I came up here to type a post before &lt;a href="http://www.familyguy.com/"&gt;family guy&lt;/a&gt; and bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-111801786089436215?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/111801786089436215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=111801786089436215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111801786089436215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111801786089436215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-dont-live-here-anymore.html' title='You Don&apos;t Live Here Anymore'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-111705741388920562</id><published>2005-05-25T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T17:43:33.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was a long one here. The weather was crap and it got colder as the days went by. So I didn't really do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new has been going on around here. This weekend I might take in a few shows, maybe hit a few bars, get drunk and eat Mc Donald's at 5 am, just like the good old days. Now that summer is here, I'm back into my old habits of staying out late on the weekends, sleeping in and watching movies all day. Oh yeah and tanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Killers are coming back next Tuesday. I got tickets and the show, without a doubt, will be A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. If you live in Toronto and/or the GTA you should really try and see these guys live. No words can describe it. Not even amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might make some necklaces this weekend too. I have to hit the bead store. How weird did that sound? So let me know if you would like one and I will hook you up with a one of a kind creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-111705741388920562?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/111705741388920562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=111705741388920562' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111705741388920562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111705741388920562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/05/other-side.html' title='The Other Side'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-111653202452273566</id><published>2005-05-19T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T15:47:04.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Cause Her Name Is Kat</title><content type='html'>I know she probably challenged me for one of two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I haven't posted in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I sent her a CD recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I will play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last CD I bought: &lt;/strong&gt;"Hot Fuss" by The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song playing right now:&lt;/strong&gt; "Mr. Brightside" by The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five songs I listen to a lot, or mean a lot to me:how about 5 songs i have listened to a lot lately?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Best Of You" Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;2. "Little Sister" Queens Of The Stone Age&lt;br /&gt;3. "Slow Hands" Interpol&lt;br /&gt;4. "Ocean Breathes Salty" Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;5. "California" Phantom Planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People to whom I’m passing the baton:&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;br /&gt;Willo&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that whole how much music I have on my computer....I have no idea....sorry kat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-111653202452273566?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/111653202452273566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=111653202452273566' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111653202452273566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111653202452273566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/05/only-cause-her-name-is-kat.html' title='Only Cause Her Name Is Kat'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-111524074111981371</id><published>2005-05-04T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T17:05:41.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Train</title><content type='html'>I want to start training for a 10K marathon this September. Does anyone have any suggestions? Or better yet, can anyone make up a training schedule and show me it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I need help. I never run. Barley even walk. I love my car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-111524074111981371?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/111524074111981371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=111524074111981371' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111524074111981371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111524074111981371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/05/train.html' title='Train'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-111478851761438868</id><published>2005-04-29T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T11:28:37.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Season Finale</title><content type='html'>For some reason, ever since I was able to grasp the concept of people who work on tv need time off too, I always get sad when a show's final episode of the season airs. I don't know why this happens, I'm not even that attached to real people I can see and talk to everyday. It's weird. I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It already starting to happen. Shows are starting to advertise that (insert day here) will be the season finale you won't want to miss. What about this summer, on wednesday when it's raining outside and I have to stay home? Then what? What will I watch??? There will be no Alias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this really isn't the theme that I wanted for this post, even though the title suggests it. It was a toss-up between this title and a few others, such as, "TGI What?", "Random Acts of Kindness", "Baby Jesus Does Loves You, I Swear", and finally, "Why Elvis Costello, Why?". So as you can see any title I picked today would have nothing to do with the theme of this post, which I am now realizing, as I write this, that I don't really have a theme. All I really wanted to say is that they should bring back the Friday Five. Rememeber that? Those fridays when you would copy and paste those 5 questions into you blog and answer them? Those were good times. Someone should really bring that back, like say &lt;a href="http://www.geekjive.com/blog"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt;, your really good at websites and stuff, or &lt;a href="http://www.jennysmith.blogspot.com"&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt;, you done school now and you seem to have good ideas all the time. But I'm just making suggestions that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any big plans this weekend? I'm just going to sit back and relax cause it's supposed to rain all weekend.........yay.......so have a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by! Oh and a big shout out to all my regular readers, but also to Randi who stopped by the other day. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-111478851761438868?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/111478851761438868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=111478851761438868' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111478851761438868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111478851761438868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/04/season-finale.html' title='Season Finale'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-111444494804358393</id><published>2005-04-25T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T12:02:28.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Dream or Not to Dream</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went to the movies and saw "A lot Like Love". It was pretty good considering Ashton Kutcher was in it. I saw it on Friday night so the thearter was pretty packed which I hate in Toronto. People always tend to talk about what happen at work or where they want to eat later. Like seriously I don't care and neither does the man sitting next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the noisey people in the theatre the movie was good. I liked the storyline a lot, being a believer in the whole concept of "things happen for a reason" and "if it's meant to be it will happen", it really appealed to me. I would highly reccommend this movie if your like me, otherwise you won't like the pace and direction of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really that's all that has been happening, other than tasting cakes and planning a wedding I haven't been up to much lately. Nothing exciting has been going on. And don't tell me that planning a wedding is exciting, casue it's not, it's fraustrating and confusing and expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what's been happening on this end, not to exciting or any funny stories. But summer is coming and that is usually filled with late nights, running through the streets and all day swimming. So stay tuned, it's almost May......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-111444494804358393?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/111444494804358393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=111444494804358393' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111444494804358393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111444494804358393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-dream-or-not-to-dream.html' title='To Dream or Not to Dream'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-111316838057369473</id><published>2005-04-10T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T17:26:20.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Birthday Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49502989135@N01/9022086/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/9022086_c9f03297fc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49502989135@N01/9022086/"&gt;Belated Birthday Gift&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49502989135@N01/"&gt;paris78&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;It was a litte late seeing as my birthday was almost 2 months ago, but like they say "better late then never".  It's a pretty sweet mp3 player, I can listen to the radio and if a good song comes on the radio that I like I can download it into the player.  It has a whole lot of other function, but that's good enough for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-111316838057369473?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/111316838057369473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=111316838057369473' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111316838057369473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111316838057369473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/04/belated-birthday-gift.html' title='Belated Birthday Gift'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-111256372929052418</id><published>2005-04-03T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:28:49.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fools in April</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear Winter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi and welcome back! You haven't been around much lately and I actually thought that maybe you had decided to take off a little earlier this year. What with all the sunshine and warm weather and temperatures reaching almost 18 degrees, I thought we said our good-byes back in early March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet your here and you've brought along with you bitter cold winds and blowing snow, ahhh how I thought I wouldn't get to feel wind burn till at least November maybe even December. The announcement of your arrive all over the news was thought to be some cruel April Fool's joke and no one including me believed what we heard and did not prepare. If I had none you were stopping by this weekend, I would have made other plans, perhaps skiing or ice fishing, rather than a picnic in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you may have seen me at times a little nostalgic for that warm, loving and soothing feeling that only come with Christmas. And maybe you've heard me whisper late at night how at times I missed all those decorations, but if I have lead you to believe that I missed you and not just the holiday, well I apologize greatly and beg for your forgiveness, as I assume getting time off from your current job was hard, and wish you a fond farewell. A safe trip to you, and I will see you later this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again my sincere apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend and foe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;(not Hilton) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-111256372929052418?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/111256372929052418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=111256372929052418' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111256372929052418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111256372929052418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/04/fools-in-april.html' title='Fools in April'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-111201928087653052</id><published>2005-03-28T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T09:14:40.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Balance and New Things</title><content type='html'>Thanks for your opinion on the shoes, it made my choice a lot easier. I went with a nice pair of new b's which are rocking and they look awesome with my jeans, thanks chicks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have sold out and added a link for "Ads by Google" to make some extra cash. So come on, go ahead and feel free to click on a link of your interest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and on a side note, seeing as Blogger is brought to us now by google, how come when I hit the spell check button it gives me suggestions for google? What gives, if you own the software I think you should tweak it so that Google is a word in that dictionary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-111201928087653052?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/111201928087653052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=111201928087653052' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111201928087653052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111201928087653052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-balance-and-new-things.html' title='New Balance and New Things'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-111167414656153011</id><published>2005-03-24T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T09:25:25.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't really need to know that #351</title><content type='html'>I went to the doctor the other day for just a regular check-up and walked out with a new slew of problems. I won't go into any detail but one is going to cost me about $400.00! Yup, I don't have that kind of cash nor benefits at this point. Lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I am starting to workout on a regular basis these days. For the most part it's because my doctor told me to because she thinks my bones aren't strong enough. But deep down inside me, there is a more accurate reason swimming around. I have to look slim in a big puffy dress that makes me look like a big frosted cake. Most of you know what I am talking about. And well the rest of you can just figure it out on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am in the market for a &lt;strong&gt;good &lt;/strong&gt;pair of running shoes, anyone know what I should consider buying? I need help with this one because all my other running shoes are causal, as in they look kickass with jeans. I also need the ones you are suggesting to look kickass with jeans so keep that in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that nothing new has happen since I posted last Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-111167414656153011?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/111167414656153011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=111167414656153011' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111167414656153011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111167414656153011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-didnt-really-need-to-know-that-351.html' title='I didn&apos;t really need to know that #351'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-111084500732599425</id><published>2005-03-14T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T19:03:27.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st things 1st</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It's almost too easy&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;More like the nape of your neck&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you draw up a list you have to frequently check?&lt;br /&gt;And put some things in order&lt;br /&gt;And lose it in your purse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;phantom planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-111084500732599425?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/111084500732599425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=111084500732599425' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111084500732599425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111084500732599425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/03/1st-things-1st.html' title='1st things 1st'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-111005959075835072</id><published>2005-03-05T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T16:53:10.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April showers may bring May flowers, but March brings sheer joy!</title><content type='html'>It's March!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that I am excited that it's March!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why I am excited? Well I will tell you, by short list of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Martha is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Spring is on it's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I get a weeks vacation soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Followed by Easter break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did I mention that it's Springtime soon???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Flowers will surely bloom when this snow eventually stops falling and melts from all the warmer weather and rain that is sure to start falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Summer is a lot closer now then it was when I was wrapping Christmas gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Peoples Uggs will start to get ruined from all the slush and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I finally feel the need to start my long overdue diet and exercise plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. One more reason to buy one of the newest Roxy and Billabong bikinis being shipped to finer stores near you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh March!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-111005959075835072?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/111005959075835072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=111005959075835072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111005959075835072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/111005959075835072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/03/april-showers-may-bring-may-flowers.html' title='April showers may bring May flowers, but March brings sheer joy!'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110920450384883822</id><published>2005-02-23T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T19:21:43.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Defunked February Heartbreak Blues</title><content type='html'>For as long I can remember February has always been a bad month, mood wise, for me. I start to get tired of the cold and the snow and the ice pellets and I start to crave the warm spring air, the beautiful summer sun and the beach bumming that comes along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's easy to see why starting something new in February was really hard for me. Not only was I breaking out of a very comfortable routine, but I was breaking ground in a new one that was a little strange and a lot different from one I have picked up in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gotten better. It's only been 2 weeks, but it's getting there. I always relate this feeling to a bad break-up. You know the ones where your heart is broken, it was unexpected and you think that you can't live without that person. So you sit around for days just watching the time pass and wish that you could fast forward to the day when you no longer miss them, you no longer wish that they would call and you no longer remember your routine with them. You've moved on without them, your enjoying your new life and your enjoying the new company you keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although breaking free from my old routine was hard, it wasn't like having my heart broken. But to me I think this is a lot worse, because when you want to forget your old flame, you do because every time you think of them you want to puke, but with this, this old routine that everyone I know was envious of, well that is something I'm not looking forward to remembering, but also, not looking forward to forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because as we all know, summer is coming and school will be out for summer, school will be out forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110920450384883822?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110920450384883822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110920450384883822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110920450384883822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110920450384883822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/02/defunked-february-heartbreak-blues.html' title='Defunked February Heartbreak Blues'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110851476206797747</id><published>2005-02-15T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T19:46:02.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Times like theses.....</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, I am lucky to be surrounded by a lot of caring people, and most of you are here in "Internet Land" and I have never officially met any of you. Yet when the going gets tough and I feel like I can't make it through another day, I get some kind words sent my way &lt;a href="http://www.jennysmith.blogspot.com"&gt;from&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.geekjive.com/blog"&gt;many&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ryancox.blogspot.com"&gt;of&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.airportmatt.blogspot.com"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;. (even if the last one is no where to be found these days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is what I am looking for here today, some kinds words of advice and motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, things have started to change, soon my life will change completely when I get married and have to start caring for someone else other than myself. Things are getting a little scary I must admit, this new "phase" is freaking me out with every passing day. I am afraid to let go of the independent me and carefree me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the main reason I post today. You see I just recently started working full-time again after being off for, let's just say a long long time. I am finding it hard to adjust to having to be somewhere 5 days a week and it's getting to me a little bit, not to mention I just recently started so I have all the "First few days of work in a new place" jitters. And I know this is nothing of big proportions, that no one is dying and that no one will get hurt, but I just need some advice, some kinds words to make it through the next 3 weeks while I am getting used to being back at this full-time, giving 100% and giving up my old routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask of you, any of you that are out there, do you have any words of advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110851476206797747?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110851476206797747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110851476206797747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110851476206797747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110851476206797747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/02/times-like-theses.html' title='Times like theses.....'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110787557524746644</id><published>2005-02-08T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T10:12:55.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough Said</title><content type='html'>I am now 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110787557524746644?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110787557524746644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110787557524746644' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110787557524746644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110787557524746644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/02/enough-said.html' title='Enough Said'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110755513160989372</id><published>2005-02-04T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T17:12:11.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the market we go</title><content type='html'>Oh glorious sunshine as I drive at 7 am, how I love thee and have missed thee, I wish won't end.&lt;br /&gt;To paychecks forth coming, I missed thee more than life it's self.&lt;br /&gt;Ringing of bells, and screams of the young, I look and my life and love what it's become.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back into action, it's long overdue, I thank you for your patience and welcome your kindness too.&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back, sore feet and aching back, it's good to be back, it's good to be back.&lt;br /&gt;Now off to the upper bunk for a nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110755513160989372?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110755513160989372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110755513160989372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110755513160989372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110755513160989372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/02/off-to-market-we-go.html' title='Off to the market we go'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110710625033150249</id><published>2005-01-30T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T12:30:50.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking it down and putting it all away</title><content type='html'>Do you remember the first time you ever stayed out all night with a group of friends and watched the sunrise from the back of an old Buick? Remember how you thought that song that was playing in the background was going to be your favorite song forever and ever? Remember your first sip of tequila, the one that burned your tongue and you wondered why anyone in their right mind would drink this stuff, only to find yourself a few hours later with the empty bottle at your feet and you and your friends singing old camp songs in a park that backed your old high school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it all like it was just yesterday. As if it was just last summer that I stood at the top of the hill and belted out all the words to the theme song of Grease while the rest of them acted it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today on the day before the eve of the month that holds my 27th birthday, I realize that it wasn't just yesterday or even last summer, it was actually almost 9 years ago when all of this stuff and a lot more took place. I've grown up, and a lot of the people that this happen with are all in different places, and not to sound cheesy while I quote this blogs title, but those days are over. As much as I wish I could go back just for a day to be that carefree again, I know it's time to take down all the pictures and scraps of papers that hold all those memories and place them in a box. It's time for me to let go of my teenage years I've been clinging to for far to many years and embrace the fact that I am a mere 14 months away from starting a new phase in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary at times to look back and see how we've changed, how I have changed. And while I have no regrets about any of it, I wonder how I would have turned out if that night when we stayed out till the sun came up and drove over to that tiny dinner in the alley to have breakfast, I decided to go to the movies with other friends instead. If I would be anything close to the person I am today. The one that he often tells me that he will eventually have to explain to the kids that the reason they like movies written by the likes of Wes Anderson and Owen Wilson and prefer the music that no one else is listening to, is because their mother does and she drank a whole lot of tequila to get to where she is today and it's a shame that they got all their taste from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110710625033150249?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110710625033150249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110710625033150249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110710625033150249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110710625033150249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/01/taking-it-down-and-putting-it-all-away.html' title='Taking it down and putting it all away'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110685945195518647</id><published>2005-01-27T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T15:57:31.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay Back</title><content type='html'>If you sent out a wish into the "Universe" and it came true, what would be a good way to thank said "Universe"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am a days away from getting my *dream* job. If that happens I owe somebody something, but I just don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110685945195518647?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110685945195518647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110685945195518647' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110685945195518647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110685945195518647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/01/pay-back.html' title='Pay Back'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110634204653426060</id><published>2005-01-21T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T16:14:06.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/retromex/1104856128_eonDPedro0.gif" border="0" alt="Pedro"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pedro Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;(Please rate my quiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/retromex/quizzes/Which%20Napoleon%20Dynamite%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110634204653426060?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110634204653426060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110634204653426060' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110634204653426060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110634204653426060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/01/quiz-friday.html' title='Quiz Friday'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110618101978068124</id><published>2005-01-19T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T19:30:19.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things</title><content type='html'>1. I don't get it. Why when you use the same towel for over a short period of time it still gets dirty? You only use it when you are either drying off your hands after washing them with soap and after taking a shower, again using soap. Is it just me or does this somewhat baffle you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Does anyone know where I can get my hands on a authentic California license plate that is no longer registered with the DMV? And for cheap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I need help on planning a visit to the West Coast, mainly California. For someone who wants to stay near a beach like &lt;a href="http://www.ci.malibu.ca.us/"&gt;Malibu&lt;/a&gt;, wants to shop till they drop, wants to see the &lt;a href="http://www.santamonicapier.org/"&gt;Santa Monica pier &lt;/a&gt;and also wants to be within minutes of &lt;a href="http://www.losangeles.com/"&gt;LA &lt;/a&gt;and Belair and the famous &lt;a href="http://www.earthcam.com/usa/california/losangeles/hollywood/"&gt;Hollywood Hills &lt;/a&gt;and Mulholland  Drive, where would you recommend they stay? Oh and they also want to see Orange County, you know cause of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your help is greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110618101978068124?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110618101978068124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110618101978068124' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110618101978068124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110618101978068124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/01/three-things.html' title='Three Things'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110575771418613112</id><published>2005-01-14T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T21:56:15.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere it's only 6:41pm</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in some time, I think it was last Wednesday actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say that I was busy or that I was part of some sort of fundraising committee that is making sure millions of people affected by the tsunami were going to be ok, but I haven't. Although I have (and will) dontated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been planning a wedding, looking for a home, not a house because really wouldn't you rather buy a home? Making lists, such as guests, furniture, kitchen stuff, reasons why I shouldn't physically hurt all the annoying people in bridal shops, you know things like that. I haven't started working yet, but I am working on that, so maybe I am &lt;em&gt;working&lt;/em&gt;, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been over analyzing things lately, trying to find hidden meanings, trying to make sense of things that may never make sense. Just basically driving myself crazy for no reason. Life just gets a little complicated and a little out of control sometimes, and I am having a hard time accepting the fact that this is the way it is going to be from now on. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining that there is any sign of devastation in any current situations or future ones, (keeping fingers crossed and knocking on wood), but I lately I am constantly reminded about how easy things were when we we're children. You know what I mean? I think I would give anything on a bad day to be 5 all over again, starting school, building things with blocks, playing house in the "kitchen centre", believing that if you really believed &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really want to believe again, you know, just have that understanding with the universe that if I try hard enough and if I give 110% and really, really, really believe, all my wishes would be granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110575771418613112?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110575771418613112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110575771418613112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110575771418613112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110575771418613112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/01/somewhere-its-only-641pm.html' title='Somewhere it&apos;s only 6:41pm'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110496262472528915</id><published>2005-01-05T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T17:03:44.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alias</title><content type='html'>It's finally back on tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110496262472528915?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110496262472528915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110496262472528915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110496262472528915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110496262472528915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2005/01/alias.html' title='Alias'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110450635816925288</id><published>2004-12-31T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T10:19:18.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Every year around this time I make a list of the fun things that happen the past year and make a list of all the things I am going to do in the next one. Usually both are easy to make and I never keep that "Resolutions" list, I always, after only a week, manage to disregard everything written on it. But this year I am having a hard time composing the list of good things that happen this year. I know I have a lot to be thankful for, but the lack of employment is weighing down and making it hard for me to see the silver lining. So I'm not making that list this year, it would be to negative, and that is not how I want to end this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead here is the list (that I will keep, for once) of things I will do or improve on in 2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat right&lt;br /&gt;2. Exercise&lt;br /&gt;3. Plan a wedding&lt;br /&gt;4. Find a job&lt;br /&gt;5. Find a home&lt;br /&gt;6. Have fun&lt;br /&gt;7. Go back to NY&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to Aspen&lt;br /&gt;9. Keep fiance&lt;br /&gt;10. Do more to help the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a safe and Happy New Year Internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110450635816925288?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110450635816925288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110450635816925288' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110450635816925288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110450635816925288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110395224202099159</id><published>2004-12-25T02:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T00:24:02.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>It's weird how things change as you get older. When I was younger, I used to stay up till midnight, wish everyone a "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", put out my milk and cookies, go to bed and then wake-up the next morning and open up presents. Back then it seemed that once we put up the Christmas tree and all the decorations, it took for-ev-er for Christmas day to arrive, but now it comes and goes so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wait for midnight, wish everyone a "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", open up my gifts, go straight to bed and wait for Santa. Come on, well &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he still exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Christmas was merry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holiday's Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110395224202099159?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110395224202099159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110395224202099159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110395224202099159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110395224202099159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110364161598769981</id><published>2004-12-21T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T10:06:55.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49502989135@N01/2404282/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/2404282_cad1953b56_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49502989135@N01/2404282/"&gt;The Night Sky&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49502989135@N01/"&gt;paris78&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;I took this last night looking out the window at my cousin's house.  It's weird cause I took it at 9:47pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110364161598769981?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110364161598769981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110364161598769981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110364161598769981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110364161598769981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/12/night-sky.html' title='The Night Sky'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110334626816021247</id><published>2004-12-18T02:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T00:07:53.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeat Button</title><content type='html'>I have this really weird way of going about things. If I start to enjoy eating a particular thing, I will make it almost 5 times a week until I am sick of it. If I am enjoying a particular movie, I will watch it almost 3 - 7 times a month. If I am enjoying a particular band/song, I will keep hitting the repeat button my car's CD player for about 2 weeks to 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time it was the Killers, who are great, trust me they really are. But now these days, the repeat button only gets pushed for two bands, &lt;a href="http://www.interpolny.com"&gt;Interpol&lt;/a&gt;, thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.dooce.com"&gt;dooce.com&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.modestmouse.com"&gt;Modest Mouse&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really weird how I do this, what's even more weird is that if I am eating one of my favorite foods in the whole world like chicken wings, for example, it won't taste as good if I am not craving. Same goes with music, singing along to it in the car while stuck in traffic on King Street just isn't the same if that song hasn't been on repeat for the last 72 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sickening I know. I have been told many times that I was odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110334626816021247?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110334626816021247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110334626816021247' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110334626816021247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110334626816021247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/12/repeat-button.html' title='Repeat Button'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110303190327863639</id><published>2004-12-14T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T08:45:03.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meltdown</title><content type='html'>Things have been kinda crazy around here. With all the shopping and the traffic, and Christmas parties and Christmas dinners, and wrapping gifts, baking cookies, send out Christmas cards, and the snowboarding and skiing. It's been one crazy December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the employment front, things have been really slow. There really isn't much out these days, what with the holidays approaching, it seems no one "real" is hiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that keeping me busy, nothing else is really new, well except that I have to start planning a wedding in the new year, but other than that, not much has changed since I last wrote on December 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110303190327863639?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110303190327863639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110303190327863639' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110303190327863639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110303190327863639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/12/meltdown.html' title='Meltdown'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110235229924035407</id><published>2004-12-06T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T11:59:14.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Snowed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49502989135@N01/1972408/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos2.flickr.com/1972408_3a1ba4231f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49502989135@N01/1972408/"&gt;White Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49502989135@N01/"&gt;paris78&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It started snowing this morning at about 8am. I woke-up and the backyard was filled with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really prepared for this. They didn't say it was going to snow about 10cm, they mentioned flurries, but that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I put out all of my Christmas decorations before this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it is going to rain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110235229924035407?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110235229924035407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110235229924035407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110235229924035407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110235229924035407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/12/it-snowed.html' title='It Snowed!!'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110200224735582996</id><published>2004-12-02T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T10:44:07.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best In Show</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.islandrecords.com/thekillers/site/home.las"&gt;show&lt;/a&gt; was last night. It was f**king amazing! No joke they were on for like maybe 45 minutes but that was probably one of the best concerts I have ever been too. Seriously if you get a chance to see them, go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never sang along to every song that loud, I never danced around with friends that much and I never wanted a show to go on forever like last nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sound glorious live, unlike many bands I have seen in concert and they never stood or sat still the whole time. They are great, and worth the &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.islandrecords.com/thekillers/site/home.las"&gt;Hot Fuss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110200224735582996?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110200224735582996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110200224735582996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110200224735582996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110200224735582996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/12/best-in-show.html' title='Best In Show'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110176470595745844</id><published>2004-11-29T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T16:45:05.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Fuss</title><content type='html'>They are coming to town this week. I can't wait. I was willing to fly to &lt;a href="http://www.vegas.com"&gt;Vegas&lt;/a&gt; to see them, but it turns out I don't have to. I love there music and I think the band is great. If you get the opportunity to see these kids live or listen to their CD, I say take it. You will regret it later if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110176470595745844?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110176470595745844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110176470595745844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110176470595745844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110176470595745844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/11/hot-fuss.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.islandrecords.com/thekillers/site/home.las&quot;&gt;Hot Fuss&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110081545964234707</id><published>2004-11-18T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T17:04:19.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Blue Cars</title><content type='html'>Did you ever ask the universe for a sign? You know, when you have to make a decision and you are having a hard time making it, you look up and ask, &lt;em&gt;"Please, just give me a sign so I know what to do."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked for one and maybe missed the sign that you were asking for? I think I did. Last night before going to bed and contemplating all the things that were rushing through my head I asked for the universe to send me a sign in my sleep, a hint in a dream as to the choice I should make and if things were going to be getting better anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barley remember any of my dream, except that I was at our family's beach house and I was there with my grandmother who passed away 3 years ago. We were there eating at the table together. I have no idea what this means, but she was saying something to me but I couldn't understand it. It was kind of like I was underwater. Do you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how do I know if I got the sign I asked for and just missed it? Now what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110081545964234707?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110081545964234707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110081545964234707' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110081545964234707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110081545964234707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/11/counting-blue-cars.html' title='Counting Blue Cars'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110062196101619681</id><published>2004-11-16T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T11:23:24.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Charlie Brown!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49502989135@N01/1516000/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1516000_706f9b1c75_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49502989135@N01/1516000/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;charlie brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49502989135@N01/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;paris78&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know it still may be quite early to start singing &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; carols or roasting chestnuts and even decking the halls. But for me, November 1st of every year kicks off &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas Extravaganza (Insert Current Year Here)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain why, but it seems, or so my mom tells me, that ever since I could say the word &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, I have always been excited about this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know your thinking that it's probably because of all the gift getting, but that's not it. Although most of you don't really know me, believe me when I say, I prefer to give rather then to receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough rambling about this holiday, I have to leave, I am helping a local business set up their &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; displays!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110062196101619681?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110062196101619681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110062196101619681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110062196101619681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110062196101619681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/11/merry-christmas-charlie-brown.html' title='Merry Christmas Charlie Brown!!!!'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-110018943525411128</id><published>2004-11-11T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T11:22:20.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours of Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49502989135@N01/1405373/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1405373_5faed5ec46_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49502989135@N01/1405373/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pasadena, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49502989135@N01/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;paris78&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slow down you're doing fine&lt;br /&gt;You can't be everything you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Before your time&lt;br /&gt;Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight&lt;br /&gt;Too bad but it's the life you lead&lt;br /&gt;You're so ahead of yourself&lt;br /&gt;That you forgot what you need&lt;br /&gt;Though you can see when you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;You know you can't always see when you're right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got your passion you got your pride&lt;br /&gt;But don't you know only fools are satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;Dream on but don't imagine they'll all come true&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize&lt;br /&gt;Vienna waits for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-110018943525411128?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110018943525411128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=110018943525411128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110018943525411128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/110018943525411128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/11/colours-of-water.html' title='Colours of Water'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-109994613920952154</id><published>2004-11-08T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T10:12:31.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got Mail</title><content type='html'>I have tried posting all last week but for some reason blogger wasn't letting me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have much to say, just like I don't have much to say today. I got a really pretty card in the mail today from &lt;a href="http://www.jennysmith.blogspot.com"&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt;. If she is ok with it I will post a picture of it tomorrow, or when ever I hear from her that it is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-109994613920952154?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/109994613920952154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=109994613920952154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109994613920952154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109994613920952154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/11/youve-got-mail.html' title='You&apos;ve Got Mail'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-109927527305985153</id><published>2004-10-31T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T21:29:01.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiseman #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49502989135@N01/1177464/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/1177464_5ed3d3d233_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49502989135@N01/1177464/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He brought chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was full of events that were not planned and all last minute. Usually I know about 3 days in advance what I am going to do. Even though I describe myself as a "fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants" type of person, I get very anxious around an event if I am not aware of the who, what, when, where and how of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, this weekend, there was dancing, there was singing off key (as usual), there was dressing up, there was throwing up (not me for once) and there was breaking up (a fight not a relationship!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone involved had a GREAT time. Too bad there was no camera and that the only picture I have is this one above and another 2 just like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your Halloween? Any pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-109927527305985153?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/109927527305985153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=109927527305985153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109927527305985153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109927527305985153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/10/wiseman-1.html' title='Wiseman #1'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-109897261006626523</id><published>2004-10-28T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T10:10:10.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No sleep till Brooklyn!  or at least till Manhattan</title><content type='html'>This week has been quite around here, well quiet compared to last week where I was out on interviews everyday. But I have kept myself busy. I've been to the post office to mail something off to &lt;a href="http://www.jennysmith.blogspot.com"&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt;, I have put up the finishing touches on my Halloween decorations, I have bought candy and made little bags to hold them in and now I am looking for a costume to wear to a party and to wear while I am giving out candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I may be heading out to the US sometime later this month. I think I will be heading out to NYC. I am really excited, I haven't been there in 5 years and I am getting restless just sitting here, remembering how great it was and not going back to enjoy it. I really loved NY, and I can see why they make t-shirts that say I heart NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that things here have not been to exciting. I am still looking for a job. I will try and keep you posted on whether or not I find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-109897261006626523?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/109897261006626523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=109897261006626523' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109897261006626523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109897261006626523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/10/no-sleep-till-brooklyn-or-at-least.html' title='No sleep till Brooklyn!  or at least till Manhattan'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-109846046843683796</id><published>2004-10-22T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T11:54:28.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Huckabees</title><content type='html'>Is a movie I want to watch.  Along with The Grudge.  Oh and also Shall We Dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-109846046843683796?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/109846046843683796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=109846046843683796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109846046843683796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109846046843683796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-heart-huckabees.html' title='I Heart Huckabees'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-109827784652397321</id><published>2004-10-20T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T09:11:42.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If your happy and you know it say a swear....Mittens!</title><content type='html'>Ok ok enough with the Simpson references, I know they can get tiresome, but that is all I have been watching, well that and reruns of Family Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my lazy days go on and get shorter, seeing as now it gets dark here by 6:45pm, I am realizing that it's going to be very hard for me to get back into the swing of things when I get a job. Although after being awake for 5 hours I find myself utterly bored to death, I still don't think I can shake this routine. But I am going to have to. I have just been called back for a 3rd interview, that's right a 3rd one, because the first 2 obviously weren't interrogating enough with all there "Describe what you would do if....." and "At your last position what would have done if..." questions they spent a total of 2 hours so far asking me. I only hope that this third hour of mind-numbing questions will bring a healthy new paycheck. One that will buy me some shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-109827784652397321?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/109827784652397321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=109827784652397321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109827784652397321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109827784652397321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/10/if-your-happy-and-you-know-it-say.html' title='If your happy and you know it say a swear....Mittens!'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-109786936497614661</id><published>2004-10-15T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T15:44:13.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Things</title><content type='html'>Here are a few of my favorite Simpson's quotes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Homer&lt;/span&gt;: Marge? Since I'm not talking to Lisa, would you please ask her to pass me the syrup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marge&lt;/span&gt;: Dear, please pass your father the syrup, Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;: Bart, tell Dad I will only pass the syrup if it won't be used on any meat product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bart&lt;/span&gt;: You dunkin' your sausages in that syrup homeboy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Homer&lt;/span&gt;: Marge, tell Bart I just want to drink a nice glass of syrup like I do every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marge&lt;/span&gt;: Tell him yourself, you're ignoring Lisa, not Bart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Homer&lt;/span&gt;: Bart, thank your mother for pointing that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marge&lt;/span&gt;: Homer, you're not not-talking to me and secondly I heard what you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Homer&lt;/span&gt;: Lisa, tell your mother to get off my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bart&lt;/span&gt;: Uhhh, dad, Lisa's the one you're not talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Homer&lt;/span&gt;: Bart, go to your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Homer&lt;/span&gt;: Are you saying you're never going to eat any animal again? What about bacon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Homer&lt;/span&gt;: Ham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Homer&lt;/span&gt;: Pork chops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lisa&lt;/span&gt;: Dad, those all come from the same animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Homer&lt;/span&gt;: Heh heh heh. Ooh, yeah, right, Lisa. A wonderful, magical animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Milhouse&lt;/span&gt;: Remember the time he ate my goldfish? And you lied and said I never had goldfish. Then why did I have the bowl Bart? &lt;em&gt;Why did I have the bowl&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Homer&lt;/span&gt;: I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're up there, please save me Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ralph&lt;/span&gt;: Hi, Super Nintendo Chalmers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. I will post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-109786936497614661?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/109786936497614661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=109786936497614661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109786936497614661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109786936497614661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/10/funny-things.html' title='Funny Things'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-109777221452469019</id><published>2004-10-14T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T12:44:58.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Connections in Communication</title><content type='html'>I get a lot of calls on my cell phone, not to mention a lot of text messages on said cell phone.  My bills have been really high as of late and I am considering canceling the whole thing altogether, but I am afraid to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I have had this cell phone and this number for the past 8 years, and the thought of now being sans any cellular connection to society scares me and keeps me up &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; night. Ok, maybe not all night, maybe not even for 5 minutes, but it still scares me to think that without it, I could be missing out on a lot of exciting parties and messages.  Especially the ones at 4 am that beep in your ear LOUD until you stumble out of bed to search for your phone under your bed next to the remote control for your TV, the CD you thought you lost last week and a bunch of dust bunnies, only to see that your friend feels the need to tell you what lame infomercial she is watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-109777221452469019?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/109777221452469019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=109777221452469019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109777221452469019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109777221452469019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/10/connections-in-communication.html' title='Connections in Communication'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-109725870310161568</id><published>2004-10-08T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T14:06:38.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This weekend here is a l-o-n-g weekend.  It's Thanksgiving.  I am excited, not for the extra day, because I don't work, but for the turkey, the stuffing, the gravy, the mashed potatoes and the cranberry sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be in town this weekend, as we are heading up to a rented cottage this evening.  I will take pictures and post when I get back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-109725870310161568?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/109725870310161568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=109725870310161568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109725870310161568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109725870310161568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/10/turkey.html' title='Turkey!!!!!!!'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-109707521576269218</id><published>2004-10-06T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T11:06:55.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you suck when...</title><content type='html'>After having an interview you get that call that tells you that you don't have the job and that you pretty much have no talent or skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-109707521576269218?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/109707521576269218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=109707521576269218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109707521576269218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109707521576269218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-know-you-suck-when.html' title='You know you suck when...'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-109689850083130367</id><published>2004-10-04T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T10:10:57.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe your cousins from the north aren't so bad eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=1845&amp;ncid=1845&amp;e=7&amp;u=/cpress/20041003/ca_pr_on_na/poll_canada_u_s"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canadians preferred Kerry to Bush in recent poll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-109689850083130367?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/109689850083130367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=109689850083130367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109689850083130367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109689850083130367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/10/maybe-your-cousins-from-north-arent-so.html' title='Maybe your cousins from the north aren&apos;t so bad &lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;?'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-109659388036371146</id><published>2004-09-30T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T18:02:51.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Hunting and the Nightmares That Follow</title><content type='html'>My quest to find a job has gotten harder and harder these days, especially since large companies across Canada are laying people off by the hundreds. Back in the spring when I was laid off, I had about 150 other people who were sent home early that sunny day to compete with for jobs, but after watching the news today, it seems that there are about 852 of us without jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is fine, I haven't gotten to the next phase of this nasty cycle, you know the one where I go crazy and lock myself in my room and scribble crazy things on the wall, but I am getting tired of it, really tired of it, it being all the rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I am not alone, but is there anyone else out there that keeps having these recurring nightmares that you are being chased by a car, your car for that matter, and inside the car are huge envelopes which contain all your bills, bills you can't seem to pay, and they are all driving towards you at a very high speed and you think that your in for it because ahead of you is a brick wall and you think to yourself there is no way you can scale that wall quick enough, until you fall into a black hole and wake-up sweating and your heart is racing and you feel like your going to puke. Really is there anyone out there suffering from unemployment and this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will the lambs stop crying, when?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-109659388036371146?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/109659388036371146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=109659388036371146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109659388036371146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109659388036371146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/09/job-hunting-and-nightmares-that-follow.html' title='Job Hunting and the Nightmares That Follow'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-109648591661130378</id><published>2004-09-29T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T15:25:16.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon......Fall 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49502989135@N01/627532/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/627532_916c75e647_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49502989135@N01/627532/"&gt;pumpkin's butt&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/49502989135@N01/"&gt;paris78&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;I love fall, almost as much as I love summer and homemade apple pie....mmm pie...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-109648591661130378?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/109648591661130378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=109648591661130378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109648591661130378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109648591661130378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/09/coming-soonfall-2004_109648591661130378.html' title='Coming Soon......Fall 2004'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-109647086926204959</id><published>2004-09-29T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T11:14:29.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons In French</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nous entrons dans l'hotel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We are going into the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je marche sur l'herbe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm walking on the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Etes-vous anglais?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Are you English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oui, je suis anglais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I am English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou est mon livre?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Where is my book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in regular school and it's going ok. I say ok, only because the course I am in now is kinda boring so it's making it hard to follow along. But the sooner I am done this one, the sooner I can move on to the next. Hopefully that one will be a little more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with regular school, I am, as you can see, taking French. Here it is important to be bilingual, and to be able to speak, read and write French is even more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still looking for that "perfect" job. I am still having a hard time finding one, but I am sure that I will stumble upon one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that things here are pretty good. I really like this basic design better than the other one I was using. It could use some sprucing up and it could also use a link to everyone's blog that I read. Oh well, I guess Lessons In Coding are next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-109647086926204959?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/109647086926204959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=109647086926204959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109647086926204959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109647086926204959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/09/lessons-in-french.html' title='Lessons In French'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8432332.post-109588079935345850</id><published>2004-09-22T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T17:14:49.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A different place, a different life, a different me</title><content type='html'>A long time ago I came to the proverbial fork in the road, and I like many had to make a choice, and fast. For awhile I thought I made the wrong choice, and I wandered around looking for signs to prove that I didn't. About 7 months passed and nothing, no signs, no clues, no divine interventions, nothing. I was left lost, hopeless and in hiding. Hiding from reality, the real world, all things that were real, all things that weren't in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today. I went back to the &lt;em&gt;"fork in the road"&lt;/em&gt; and it reminded me that the decision I made was right. It also made me realize that I was living my life miserably for the last 7 months for no reason. So from now on I am no longer going to second guess myself or my decisions and I am not going to wait for life to happen. There already is a lot going on, a lot I've missed out on and a lot that is going to happen in the next 22 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what this is. My take on life. Not yours, but mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8432332-109588079935345850?l=sjp-4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/109588079935345850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8432332&amp;postID=109588079935345850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109588079935345850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8432332/posts/default/109588079935345850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sjp-4ever.blogspot.com/2004/09/different-place-different-life.html' title='A different place, a different life, a different me'/><author><name>paris (not Hilton)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17769379932477935489</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
