<?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-14545724</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:59:12.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stargirl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14545724.post-114928839122094355</id><published>2006-06-02T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T18:46:31.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AT FIRST I THOUGHT I WOULD POST THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PICTURES OF MY TRIP... HAVING 137 PICTURES MADE THAT A VERY HARD TASK AND I GAVE UP. BUT! ALAS, ON MY DESK TOP WERE FIVE PICTURES OF ME, THAT MORGAN WAS KIND ENOUGH TO TAKE OUT OF THE ROTATION OF PICTURES, THAT ARE FRANKLY HILARIOUS, SO I WILL POST THOSE INSTEAD. BE AWARE THAT ONE IS QUITE UNLADYLIKE, WITH THE PIT STAINS - BUT IT'S ALSO WHAT'S SO FUNNY, SO YOU CAN FEEL LESS GUILTY WHILE LAUGHING AT ME. OUR TRIP TO HALIFAX WAS GREAT, WE SAW THE SITES AROUND THE HARBOUR, AND WENT OUT ON THE WATER A COUPLE TIMES. TO MY SURPRISE AND DELIGHT MORGAN ASKED ME TO MARRY HIM WHILE WE WERE ON A TALL SHIP CRUISE IN THE MIDDLE HARBOUR! I AM SO HAPPY! WE ARE A WONDERFUL PAIR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WELL, ENJOY SOME BAD SHOTS OF ME ON MY TRIP TO HALIFAX:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/1600/Halifax%202006%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/320/Halifax%202006%20012.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/1600/Halifax%202006%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/320/Halifax%202006%20008.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/1600/Halifax%202006%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/320/Halifax%202006%20044.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/1600/Halifax%202006%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/320/Halifax%202006%20009.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/1600/Halifax%202006%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/320/Halifax%202006%20017.jpg" width="235" 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/14545724-114928839122094355?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114928839122094355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=114928839122094355' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/114928839122094355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/114928839122094355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/at-first-i-thought-i-would-post-most.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-114807504910873553</id><published>2006-05-19T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T17:44:09.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Although I am feeling a little disappointed, I am not feeling guilty. I have decided, after having worked at the new place for over a month, I am going to pursue a line of work that is more to my interests. The mechanics of the job I'm in now are along the lines of what I want to be doing, but the intention of the work is not. I didn't realize that this could make a difference to how I enjoyed my work. The business is essential to our society, in a very good way, but even so I have no real interest in it. Also, all the little things that could bother me are starting to rise... The aweful hacking sounds that come out of everyone's throats every two seconds, cause they're all smokers is one of the things that are starting to bother me - really bad... and the smells, dust, stressful attitudes and yelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I just can't decide when to give my notice, cause the longer I'm there, the longer the manager who's job I was going to take over has to be there to train someone new, but it's year end and things are really stressful right now for her. I think I'll wait til she has that done, but I don't think I want to have that hanging over my head while I'm on vacation starting Friday... and it's a long weekend, so we're not in til Tuesday and I'm off Friday... do I break the news first thing Tuesday or wait til Wednesday when she's had a day to settle back in to work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I will be going back to the placement agency that I had used before and will stress that I want to give government work a try. I do think that this is a good idea, and would have felt alot more guilty if I had not had such a great conversation with my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The point that stood out for me as the newest perspective was that the trial period in a new employment is a two sided trial: both for the employee and the employer. I will remember this when I give my notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-114807504910873553?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114807504910873553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=114807504910873553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/114807504910873553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/114807504910873553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2006/05/although-i-am-feeling-little.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-114636567850379698</id><published>2006-04-29T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:54:38.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;how to make friends with a cab driver:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;first get in right after smoking a joint... An easy way to start a conversation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;then, cause you're craving a coffee for yourself, you offer him one: I did this today, boy did it work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I said: Hey, would you like a coffee? (he laughed, I don't know if he thought I was hitting on him, now that I think of it), then I said: I was really craving one but that I'd buy him one if he'd stop at Timmy's. He stopped the meter while I ran in... very cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;a neat night that I'll talk about later - Andrea's bachelorette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-114636567850379698?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114636567850379698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=114636567850379698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/114636567850379698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/114636567850379698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-to-make-friends-with-cab-driver.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-114592256788331165</id><published>2006-04-24T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:49:27.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;keeping up with doing things... after going through the mail and tidying up, I made an amazing stirfry in just a few minutes.  The last time I was doing groceries, I bought the Zen mix and the Green and Yellow Beans by Europe's Best; frozen veggies.  I used a bit of each bag and mixed them with soya sauce, balsalmic vinegar, and sesame oil in a frying pan for a few minutes, served over steamed rice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've enjoyed the fact that there are two Law and Order's on from six to eight and as I did yesterday I think I'll take a break and read... I'm typing as I'm watching SVU right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-114592256788331165?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114592256788331165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=114592256788331165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/114592256788331165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/114592256788331165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/keeping-up-with-doing-things.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-114520224760889001</id><published>2006-04-16T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T11:44:07.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I'm going to do stuff. I've decided that although Morgan's still sleeping I will shower and start a little house cleaning. Maybe I'll wait and shower after the house cleaning, although the thought of waking up a bit more is appealing... We've just inherited a bunch of nick nacks, books and other things from mom and dad's, as they're mid move, and I need to put them someplace and do a major laundry. The other big thing I HAVE to do today is get my tax stuff together. It shouldn't take long, I've just been putting it off for a very long time, for absolutely no reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I babysat Julia and Emma last night for the first time. It was fun. I went over while Sarah and Bruce were still getting ready to go out. The three of us had a great pork chop and pasta meal, made by Bruce, and then as I was reading Julia her bedtime stories, S&amp;amp;B went out for their first supper alone in FOREVER. I fell asleep on the couch to The Ten Commandments... an oldie. The costumes were great, the dancing was interesting, the acting typical for the time, the story... at least I learned something that I can talk to Nan about, the talking bush was pretty well done - although this version may have been digitally remastered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-114520224760889001?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114520224760889001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=114520224760889001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/114520224760889001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/114520224760889001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-im-going-to-do-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-114033086590461631</id><published>2006-02-19T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T01:34:25.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A week off and I feel both good and a bit wacky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-114033086590461631?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114033086590461631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=114033086590461631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/114033086590461631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/114033086590461631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/week-off-and-i-feel-both-good-and-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-113970052657522143</id><published>2006-02-11T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T18:28:46.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for me, too bad for Morgan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's finally over! I've finished school and believe that my average is still at 95%! I feel a bit weird that I won't be going to school Monday, but hey! I'll get over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;To celebrate last night, Morgan was so sweet. He brought me a dozen roses and had me make reservations for dinner. I chose The Japanese Village. We had a wonderful time. The chefs come right to your table and cook your food right there on a large flat top. You're seated at a table for 8, and the cook has a whole routine. Morgan had never tried shrimp, and didn't want to insult the chef if he didn't try it, so he did. He thought it was ok, although not the best texture. We had a wonderful time, and went home after about an hour and a half. About midnight, poor Morgan started to feel really off. He went to bed to try to sleep, but ended up being sick all night and for the better part of this afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Poor, poor, sweet Morgan. On top of his aweful night, he felt so bad that he had "ruined" it. There's no need for him to be sorry. Man, I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-113970052657522143?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113970052657522143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=113970052657522143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/113970052657522143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/113970052657522143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2006/02/hooray-for-me-too-bad-for-morgan.html' title='Hooray for me, too bad for Morgan.'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-113427019106655391</id><published>2005-12-10T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:03:11.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY HEY HEY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;OH MY GOD! I AM SUCH A MORON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've been gone this long because of a very stupid mistake on my part.  I thought that I had forgotten my password, which I actually had, but that I had the right user name. Not so. I had both wrong, and I thought that I had another e-mail as the account reference... you know what, let's just forget it. I'm here now, and that's what counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, what's new?  I am now working at a fitness gym, as a receptionist.  This is good because it gives me some experience in the field that I am studying in at school.  It's really interesting working at a gym, you see the same people everyday, and nine times out of ten they're in a great mood.  Not always before they work out, but once they're leaving mostly everyone will smile back at you when you say goodbye.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It can be a very demanding, past paced environment.  At peak hours there's a million things going on at the same time.  For example, the phone will ring off the hook, we have at least ten lines, plus another dozen to transfer those to.  New potential clients will arrive, and you have to seat them and explain how it's not my job to talk to them about prices - no we don't have any brochures on prices -  but all they want is prices; not to fill out some questionaire!  It's a whole other person's job to sign up people, thank goodness cause I couldn't do it all.  It's also my responsibility to ensure that everyone who passes through the gates have a membership, that it's up to date on payments - the scanner will beep at you if there's something wrong with your account - and inform them of any issues with their account.  All the while keep in mind the phones are ringing, I have to say hello and good bye to everyone coming and going, dealing with member's inquiries/needs.  I am enjoying it a lot!  This is the environment where I can really strive if I know all the information required, which I'm still learning.  So I still can get a little flustered at times, especially if your co-workers are just as flustered as yourself.  That doesn't happen often, just once, but those 45 minutes were enough for me that I'm really paying attention to everything so that it's just a breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;School's great!  I've been thinking about taking the Public Relations course at Algonquin College, the outline looked interesting and I think that it would be a good match for what I'm taking right now, and my personality.  I had been interested in pursuing accounting, but I think I'd get pretty bored.  It's neat to understand it better, and maybe someday it will be more of an interest, but I really do think I need to be interacting more with people at my work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Okay, well there must be something good on tv, so I think I'll be hitting the dusty trail.  It's good to be back, hope there's someone still checking in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ps. Hope that there aren't too many mistakes, my spell check button seems to be out of order, a pop-up keeps getting blocked, humph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-113427019106655391?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113427019106655391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=113427019106655391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/113427019106655391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/113427019106655391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-hey-hey.html' title='HEY HEY HEY!!'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112992018484122839</id><published>2005-10-21T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:45:54.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't teach an old dog new tricks, MY ASS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It's been a long time since I've had time to write. School's awesome!! I'm holding a 92% average overall - I wish I could tell everyone in the entire world! It's funny cause the exam I wrote today was much easier than I was expecting, but that's okay cause I'm sure I aced it. The next couple of weeks my class is supposed to represent an office like setting. This should be interesting. I really enjoyed my accounting class, so I'm going to get a diploma for Payroll/Accounting. By the end of school, I will have two diplomas, three certificates and hopefully either an Honours Diploma or Certificate of Excellence (as of right now I can qualify for both). This feels ridiculous because I've never been this good at my studies. I think it's the pace of the class. No bullshit. I've never thought of myself as stupid, I did however think I was quite ignorant, and I really didn't like that. I do NOT feel that way anymore. I feel like I could learn anything, and learn it well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Good times!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112992018484122839?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112992018484122839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112992018484122839' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112992018484122839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112992018484122839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/cant-teach-old-dog-new-tricks-my-ass.html' title='Can&apos;t teach an old dog new tricks, MY ASS!'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112830449299562684</id><published>2005-10-02T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T12:37:59.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, in a... album?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Although I can't say that I'm the perfect model of values and morals, I can say that all of my positive characteristics are due to a children's album called "Marlo Thomas and Friends: Free To Be... You and Me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This album was released in 1983, by Arista Records. I would recommend it without hesitation. Its contents include poems, short stories, and short and long songs. It's arranged with a poem or story about a value or moral, followed by a song of the same. The artists are funny, charming and also can really pull at your heart strings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I bought the CD the other day, rather out of the blue. I was in a nostalgic mood, I guess. As I was listening to it in the car, there were some songs that I found really hard to listen to without crying: "It's All Right To Cry" and "William's Doll". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love the poem "Don't Dress Your Cat In An Apron", it's hilarious. The message being: A person should do what they like to, a person's a person that way. "Ladies First" is the best short story about sharing (geared towards girls especially). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This was one of my favourite albums as a kid and will definitely be a big part of my children's lives, when that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112830449299562684?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112830449299562684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112830449299562684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112830449299562684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112830449299562684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-in-album.html' title='Me, in a... album?'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112777229144412484</id><published>2005-09-26T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T18:04:51.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Size 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is being a size 14 a problem at the age of 25?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well I guess you'd think that I had a bit of a weight problem, and that wouldn't be too far off... except that you'd be thinking on the wrong scale. I am a size 14 - at Jacob Jr.. I know that there would be a whole lot of girls out there who'd think this was absolutely amazing, but I'm actually starting to be a bit concerned. I went from a 4-6 adult size to this in just under 2 months. I'm going to go get it checked out, in case it's some thyroid problem or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112777229144412484?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112777229144412484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112777229144412484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112777229144412484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112777229144412484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/size-14.html' title='Size 14'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112692998740318449</id><published>2005-09-16T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T00:07:21.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Know when Karma will kick in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well tonight was one of my more adrenaline filled evenings, I got into it with one of the other servers at work. This could have been avoided slightly, only slightly... I will explain:&lt;br /&gt;1. I was not scheduled tonight, I was covering a shift for someone.&lt;br /&gt;2. When I accepted the shift, it was on the condition that I was off early, as I have to open in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;3. As it turned out I was put in a section that tends to close, but my manager agreed to send me first. The server on the patio tends to close as well, although on a night like tonight when it's raining, they tend to go early..... EVERYONE IS SCHEDULED TO CLOSE - NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE SERVING.&lt;br /&gt;4. The problem occurred when the patio server finally had our bartender call the manager, who was managing at an offsite location, to see if he would cut someone (specifically, her.) He did, me.&lt;br /&gt;5. Here's where shit hit the fan. This particular person is very used to getting her way. She was livid!! I think she was mainly concerned that she had been fucking the dog all night and now has to close AND THAT I DIDN'T TELL HER EARLIER THAT I WAS OFF FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;6. I could have. There were a couple reasons why I didn't: (a) I wasn't even sure how the night would turn out and didn't want to disappoint myself if I had to close. (b) I didn't want to fight about it with her before my night even began - if you knew her, you'd understand. Sneaky Snake.&lt;br /&gt;7. So we faught. And faught. And I was not going to let her get away with making me feel a little guilty for not telling her earlier... so I was strong, said what I needed to say, then I smiled and smiled and SMILED!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. I was so excited for standing up for myself - especially to this woman that I've had many the confrontations with in the past, and not stood up to. So I enjoyed my smirk and couldn't seem to come down from my euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;9. So I called Ange. This was the one person I knew would understand, and she did. Helped me back to earth with her mellow mood and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;10. The end of the line. The point where I let out my feelings, was not too terrible about liking how much of an inconvenience I was to this server (although I did enjoy laughing quite a bit) and now I must let this go or Karma will kick in...&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know me, you will be shocked to know that I have been home now for over an hour and I haven't smoked a joint. I didn't even feel like it before I talked to Angie, and didn't want to before I wrote this blog cause I wanted my true feelings to show through. For those of you who don't know me, you'd be shocked to know just how much I smoke. (yeah, I'm really trying to cut down though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112692998740318449?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112692998740318449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112692998740318449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112692998740318449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112692998740318449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/know-when-karma-will-kick-in.html' title='Know when Karma will kick in...'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112666002025845507</id><published>2005-09-13T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:07:00.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's hoping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, I just adjusted my settings for comments to have the word verification "on". Hopefully, this will eliminate the spam. I hate that the only comments lately have been from some anonymous person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;School's been pretty good so far. I had been keeping a 95% or above average, until last week when the many small but stressful things in my life all seemed to come together. I had my usual final project to write on Friday and everything just seemed to go wrong. So much so that I couldn't even keep it together and was crying over the smallest problems. My teacher was very understanding and encouraging, but I felt it was unprofessional - and I am hoping for a professional reference from him, perhaps. I talked to him Monday about my concerns, and again, he was completely cool about it. I haven't gotten the final grade for that one yet, I expect it tomorrow. I'm hoping for high 80's. I wish I had been this keen as a younger student, there were some subjects that could get my attention, but my procrastination always took over - no matter what. I do find that I have to push myself sometimes, especially to get to school on time. I won't have any choice once I have actual classes, as opposed to lab classes where I have a lot of freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ange made me some excellent tacos tonight at her place and &lt;em&gt;forced me, &lt;/em&gt;as she would say, to watch Coronation Street - two episodes. It wasn't that bad, actually I could probably get into it, if they didn't jump around so much. I can see why she likes it though, so much drama :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112666002025845507?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112666002025845507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112666002025845507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112666002025845507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112666002025845507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/heres-hoping.html' title='Here&apos;s hoping'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112648019435914793</id><published>2005-09-11T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:09:54.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how do i get rid of blog spam?</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh, i hate this - i've got spam, but i don't want to restrict new users from leaving comments, what do i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112648019435914793?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112648019435914793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112648019435914793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112648019435914793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112648019435914793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-do-i-get-rid-of-blog-spam.html' title='how do i get rid of blog spam?'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112639514021369294</id><published>2005-09-10T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T19:32:20.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck!</title><content type='html'>So I've been spammed. I had no clue, good thing I checked out all my comments before exploring who the hell that was. OOOOOUUUU gross. I'm going to delete those comments, somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112639514021369294?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112639514021369294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112639514021369294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112639514021369294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112639514021369294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-fuck.html' title='What the fuck!'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112639491693765797</id><published>2005-09-10T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T19:28:36.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tonight I was given a dish of green curry with vegetables, chicken and rice, from a friend from work. It was so delicious!! I ate it while I was watching Ellen Degeneres - here and now. HILARIOUS!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Procrastinate now - don't put it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Ellen Degeneres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's like my slogan. Her whole skit was really funny, it was all over the place, but her final words were those. I loved it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112639491693765797?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112639491693765797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112639491693765797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112639491693765797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112639491693765797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/tonight-i-was-given-dish-of-green.html' title=''/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112598083589673391</id><published>2005-09-05T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:27:15.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh! guys!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Those comments left for my last post were so nice that I had to say "Ahh, sweet guys!". I thought that I'd have way more time, and especially energy to write - just wasn't the case it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, tonight's one of my favourite nights. I completely appreciate our evenings of playing Xbox. I actually don't play, Morgan and Blake have their hours of playing the game of the week, while I watch. I like it like this cause the boys are occupied, having fun and I can do whatever I want. I watch for a bit, until everything's just one big blur on the tv screen - I find all games, except Resident Evil 4, tend to bore me enough that I can't really focus on anything after a couple hours. But there's always some conversation going on and we tend to have a pretty awesome time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The worst thing happened to me yesterday at ShoppersDrug Mart. Has this ever happened to you? I was shopping, minding my own business when I ever so innocently ventured down the Halloween Candy aisle. There was no stopping me, I had to have at least one bag, I've been really good lately... in general, I mean. So, here's where everything went all wrong. I needed to make a decision. On one hand, Cadbury has Wonderbar and Crispy Crunch BUT Nestle has Smarties and Aero!! OHHHH! NOOO! It's too much responsibility for me to make on my own, (even though Morgan rarely eats chocolate bars, and couldn't care less) I must buy them both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's okay, I'm fine now. I bought both bags and that's OK. It's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112598083589673391?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112598083589673391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112598083589673391' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112598083589673391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112598083589673391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/ahh-guys.html' title='Ahh! guys!!'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112564115269044338</id><published>2005-09-02T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T02:05:52.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's been far too long, with so much that's been going on... i really should be in bed right now, but guilt, of not even dropping a short post here and there, has gotten to me.  i will be back tomorrow, sometime after school, to fill in the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hope there's still someone out there... i think i can at least count on mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112564115269044338?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112564115269044338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112564115269044338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112564115269044338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112564115269044338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-still-here.html' title='i&apos;m still here'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112404526097113090</id><published>2005-08-14T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T14:47:40.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why pot should be legal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;if you've ever been out of it, looking for it and are having no luck finding it: you know exactly what I'm talking about.  I think I'm going to have an ulser, just from the stress of not finding it. No shit "they" say it's a gateway drug - cause you get so stressed trying to find it you need something stronger just to calm down (no. i haven't gotten to that stage yet, but my stomach feels like exploding).  It should be no less hard than finding cigarettes. that;s what i make with it.... same name same product man!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;that's my beef. i'm losing my mind, this fucking city is always dry and the shit here stinks, we need it legalized just so we can have a better product!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;GOTDAMIT!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112404526097113090?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112404526097113090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112404526097113090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112404526097113090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112404526097113090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-pot-should-be-legal.html' title='why pot should be legal.'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112381796964547413</id><published>2005-08-11T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T14:39:18.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Corinna Corinna!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/1600/Angie%20bailing%20on%20Em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/320/Angie%20bailing%20on%20Em.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This blog is dedicated to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so bad at keeping my promise of joining you for another exciting night of Kareoke! (this picture was taken at another venue than the time we went out - but similar, you know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I was inspired tonight as I was listening to Leonard Cohen, but singing the Jennifer Warnes version of Famous Blue Raincoat. It can be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're game, I'd love another evening of singing and fun filled times. I was thinking this Sunday, the 14th. I'll call you tomorrow, but I thought you deserved a real apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***funny thing about this picture is that it's only one I have of Angie's face, even though she's covering it up with her hand! I love you Ange, you're so beautiful.*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112381796964547413?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112381796964547413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112381796964547413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112381796964547413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112381796964547413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/corinna-corinna.html' title='Corinna Corinna!!'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112326775130393622</id><published>2005-08-05T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T14:49:11.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you afraid of the dark?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Up until a 2 days ago, I could say: "Not really". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that it's all from a really lame movie - The Bogeyman.  I've seen plenty of scary/disturbing movies in my life.  You'd think that movies like The Cell, Saw, Chainsaw Masacre, even The Grudge would have more of an effect than a movie that we're making fun of the whole way through.  The last couple of nights I've had to go to bed alone.  The first was the night after we watched the movie when Morgan was working.  The shadows in our room were freaking me out and it felt as if things were moving around the room.  I turned on the bedside lamp, and decided to read myself to sleep.  That didn't help.  Roxy, our cat came to join me, and that was really nice.  I turned off the light, when she fell asleep and was fine after that.  But last night I couldn't believe that I was all scared again - Morgan was asleep on the couch.  Normally I would have been fine with that.  Stupid movie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112326775130393622?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112326775130393622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112326775130393622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112326775130393622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112326775130393622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/are-you-afraid-of-dark.html' title='Are you afraid of the dark?'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112312199120388929</id><published>2005-08-03T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:20:56.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a little ramble...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;On nights like these, when Morgan's at work, it's blogging time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;**Background music at the moment: Sweet inspiration by The Sweet inspirations**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's funny though cause it takes me for ever to write anything; I really can't help myself but sing along with the music. Especially my soul collection, including some Etta James, The Isley Brothers, Al Green, and Aretha Franklin. I am in need of more songs from these artists. I only ever really listen to the same things all the time. Not because I'm not open to new artists, although quite frankly, new music (at least main stream) does tend to really suck. I just am not a music buyer. I don't enjoy shopping for music. It's weird. My favourite thing to shop for is groceries - I mean really shop, average time is at least an hour. That's kinda weird too, I guess. There's lots of things that make my mom and me very similar - but I think she could live in a music store, she loves to shop for music. I think it's the same feeling as shopping at Winners or Value Village, I can't stand having to search for that special jem. Again, mom enjoys these challenges. But, you're right it's nothing like shopping for music, it's very organized.... I was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"somethin's gotta hold on me! Woo, Ohhh, OOHH! It must be love!" (a little Etta break for you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, that's it for now... maybe I'll have something more interesting later tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112312199120388929?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112312199120388929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112312199120388929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112312199120388929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112312199120388929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/little-ramble.html' title='a little ramble...'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112301479961076609</id><published>2005-08-02T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T14:40:46.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute shoes... too bad they are hurtful!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/1600/stiletto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/200/stiletto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;These are my first pair of stiletto heels. I was surprised at how much I loved them, even though they are polka dotted and have a bow on the back. The polka dots were alright because they're that 70's style, two-toned-dot-within-a-dot.... you know the deal. The bow I got used to, cause hey! It's in the back, and I can't see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I made the mistake of wearing them. Luckily, I didn't trust them and brought an extra pair of sandals. I walked from one side of the Ottawa U. Campus to the other and just about died. At first, I was worried about how I looked, having never really walked in heels before. That thought was soon replaced with&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;not humiliating myself&lt;/span&gt; by walking with the severe pain of pleather digging into my toes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So now I have another dilemma. I really like how my legs look when I wear heels. I bought a pair of more traditional types, with a full back and a wider heel - thinking that they would hurt less. Not the case. Are there any out there that aren't so aweful to wear??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112301479961076609?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112301479961076609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112301479961076609' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112301479961076609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112301479961076609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/cute-shoes-too-bad-they-are-hurtful.html' title='Cute shoes... too bad they are hurtful!!'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112239944501712252</id><published>2005-07-26T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T13:44:48.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>are blogs for porn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;wow, i just came across a blog on Blogger that was really just a free porn site. this seemed wrong to me as i was just browsing with NextBlog and there I was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a smarter girl would have at least taken note of the name of the site - but alas, i came right here to post this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**nothing wrong with porn, just imagine I was my 8 year old neice, coming across that site**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112239944501712252?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112239944501712252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112239944501712252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112239944501712252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112239944501712252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/are-blogs-for-porn.html' title='are blogs for porn?'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112231898923898433</id><published>2005-07-25T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T15:20:49.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rushcon 5!! Because we're here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/1600/rush%20starboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/320/rush%20starboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This weekend was our first time attending the 5th Rush convention, in Toronto, Ontario: Rushcon 5! Morgan, Colin and I drove down Friday afternoon and stayed at the Days Inn. We were so happy to be in the same building as the convention, as there was plenty of drinking going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We did the activities that interested us, like the Meet and Greet, Sing Along, Tour of Anthem Records and the boys went to the tribute band concert: Hemispheres. Instead playing some of the games at the convention, we made our own Rush Celebrity Tour, by walking from Anthem Records to The Hard Rock Cafe - where we took pictures with Geddy Lee's bass guitar, then made our way to the Walk of Fame - where we took pictures with the Rush star. (unfortunately they are on a camera that does not belong to me, so I will post them when I get my copies) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We met some really interesting people at Rushcon, especially our new buddy Sal. He was from the states, unfortunately I was a little too intoxicated to recall where exactly - Morgan knows for sure - but he was here with his brother who wasn't interested in partying, so he joined us. He was nice, in his 30's, had some cool stories, enjoyed drinking and smoking pot - he fit right in. It was interesting that he had never even MET anyone who added tobacco to their joints, and next to no one ever puts a cardboard filter. We felt kinda bad, on Saturday he asked us about it, cause he could taste it, having been a smoker once himself. We would be horrified if we contributed to him starting up again, which was the feeling I had. anyhow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Toronto is one interesting combination of people, at least where we were staying. Friday night we decided to venture out to a neighbourhood bar, somewhere just off Young Street called Fiddlers Green. At first we were on the patio, and all was normal. Then about every three or four minutes, groups or couples of well dressed, cheerful, gorgeous but definitely gay men started walking by. This is definitely normal, if you knew you were in the homosexual district of Toronto - but we didn't. We were a little shocked (don't let me fool you, Colin and Morgan were also shocked at the street cars) but not put off.... they left that to the crackheads and whores that made up the rest of the population in that part of town.... or so we thought. You'd think that getting out of the downtown core and into more quaint parts like Greek Town or Little Italy would shake off those junkies and prostitutes. You would if you were in Ottawa, at least a whole lot less would be out, but not in T.O.. Every block of every street we were on had them. Not even kidding .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And even though I'm happy we went, and had a blast with the boys, Colin said it best:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;TORONTO FUCKING STINKS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It really did smell of rotting eggs most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We had a wonderful time, and are planning on attending next year as well... we're going to look for a better hotel deal though, we paid way too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112231898923898433?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112231898923898433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112231898923898433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112231898923898433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112231898923898433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/rushcon-5-because-were-here.html' title='Rushcon 5!! Because we&apos;re here...'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112174525567115914</id><published>2005-07-18T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T14:52:47.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain - A Tribute to the Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/320/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everyone's seen those pictures of crazed Beatles' fans - pushing, crying, screaming... Out of control!! I could never relate to that feeling about a celebrate, until I went to see Rain - A Tribute to the Beatles. This is kinda funny cause they are a tribute band, not the real thing and I still had this incredible feeling about them. I was cheering louder than anyone anywhere near us, and was in absolute heaven. The worst thing about the show was that there was no dance floor. How do you expect me to listen to Twist and Shout sitting in an opera theater seat? But after a while I made due, when the band had everyone get up to dance - I hopped over to the empty row infront of us and had it all to myself!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;During Hey Jude, I was singing along (surprise, as I don't think I shut up the whole show) and at the part where they shout "JUDY, JUDY, JUDY, JUD-Y!!" I was actually one bar ahead. There was this sour puss woman sitting two rows down and three seats over from me, and she then turned around and gave me the look of death!! I smiled and kept singing... Common, it's the Beatles, how can you be so cranky!! This was my all time favourite concert, and I think that it's the music that did it... that made me have that crazed-Beatles-fan feeling. If I ever have the opportunity to see them in concert again I'M SO THERE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hummm, about singing the whole time, I wasn't being obnoxious - I was only loud when they called for audience participation, so I really doubt her crankiness had anything to do with me. But, I've been known to be wrong once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112174525567115914?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112174525567115914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112174525567115914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112174525567115914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112174525567115914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/rain-tribute-to-beatles.html' title='Rain - A Tribute to the Beatles'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112174219344538438</id><published>2005-07-18T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T23:03:13.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke and a pancake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I still remember the first time I ever saw Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery.... My mom and I were having one of our days out together and ended up at this small theater in Vanier - that no longer exists - there were only six of us all together. I fell in love with the movie right off the bat; when he breaks into the dance routine! We were laughing so loud. Louder than anyone else, I think people felt embarrassed for us, but we were having way too much fun to care! (this reminds me of when Morgan, Blaque and I went to see Rain: A Tribute to the Beattles.... A wicked story for later) If I had finished my last year of high school, it was my intention on doing an Austin Powers Theme "stage band", for our yearly show... sigh. woulda. shoulda. coulda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;At least once a month Fox plays all three movies, usually on a Sunday, like this weekend. Needless to say Morgan and I sat on our ridiculously hot couch all day watching all three. We both absolutely love them! I can't believe how talented Mike Myers is! Not to mention the cast! Seth Green, my secret boyfriend.... Well, I'm horrible at trivia and too high to bother to look up the rest of the names, but you know what I'm talking "aboot". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I really hope they make a forth one with Seth Green all evil. That's what it seemed like they were going for anyhow. If you're a fan of Seth as I am you most likely know about this, but those of you who may not: he's one of the main actors on a now canceled TV show called Greg the Bunny. Eugene Levy is his dad, also a main actor. I don't know why they canceled this show, but kept that other puppet show.... You have to give it a couple episodes to get the characters, but there's lots of subtle humor... anyhow you may find my choice in shows and movies odd, who knows. Ai'ighit-blah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;speaking of smoke and a pancake....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112174219344538438?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112174219344538438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112174219344538438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112174219344538438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112174219344538438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/smoke-and-pancake.html' title='Smoke and a pancake?'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112153560356310928</id><published>2005-07-16T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T13:40:03.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no it's not for the Dallas Cowboys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/1600/tattoo%20cont.%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/200/tattoo%20cont.%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/1600/tattoo%20cont.%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/200/tattoo%20cont.%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;this is my big ass star tattoo, it's dark blue with a bright orange outline. very groovy baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112153560356310928?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112153560356310928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112153560356310928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112153560356310928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112153560356310928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-its-not-for-dallas-cowboys.html' title='no it&apos;s not for the Dallas Cowboys'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112153449978406528</id><published>2005-07-16T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T13:21:39.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>em's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/1600/Morgan,%20Black%20&amp;%20Em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/320/Morgan%2C%20Black%20%26%20Em.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This picture was taken on our Kareoke night, a going away party for one of the cooks. Morgan, my love is holding the beers, our buddy Blaque's sporting his favorite Talib shirt and that's me over B's shoulder. The pink sweater on the left is Angie, she hates having her picture taken so she's often leaving the picture, as you will see in later posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;At my last blogsite I wrote the story of How Emily Made True Friends, I wanted to have a link or something to a file I created for it. I don't want it to be posted as a regular entry, cause it doesn't flow with the feel of this site, but I want readers who are interested to be able to read it....Can anyone out there help me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112153449978406528?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112153449978406528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112153449978406528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112153449978406528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112153449978406528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/ems-story.html' title='em&apos;s story'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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-14545724.post-112153216768877191</id><published>2005-07-16T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T23:32:02.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/1600/tattoo%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7751/1319/320/tattoo%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here I am, in my new home... unfortunately I had to move. For one reason, I was using a site that was trial for a month and then I'd have to pay - why when there's this for free? Also, I just needed to have another try with a different feel. This is the best I could do with taking a picture of my own arm (without getting shadows from my camera hand), it's most of my tattoo. It's the best part anyhow, I need to get the lotus flower (not seen in this picture) redone cause it's missing some essential petals. I really love the colours and how the stars are watermarks instead of outlined in black as most tattooes are done. I have two more that I will post when I can have someone take for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hope to see you again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14545724-112153216768877191?l=universeofstargirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112153216768877191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14545724&amp;postID=112153216768877191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112153216768877191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14545724/posts/default/112153216768877191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeofstargirl.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-new-home.html' title='My new home'/><author><name>stargirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17291866299980837283</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>
