<?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-3690678</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:49:15.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts and Yours...</title><subtitle type='html'>I write about things I notice around me on my not so talkative days. If any of you out there are interested, please read and respond! </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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>457</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690678.post-2225232502313044063</id><published>2008-07-09T20:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:11:56.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Retarded PeopleSo this has been bugging me for a while. Idiots who run the management of my apartment can't spell. Please see if you notice the obvious mistakes from the following statements:1. Do to the there being a problem with plumbing, your water will be temporarily shut off on monday from 7:30 till 10:30 a.m. this monday.2. Please be sure to mark the back of your mailboxes with your names, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/2225232502313044063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=2225232502313044063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/2225232502313044063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/2225232502313044063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2008/07/retarded-people-so-this-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-7469503460532229077</id><published>2008-07-06T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:06:52.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Judging..So I still don't get why people judge a person based off of what someone tells them. Really one should only make their own opinion about someone after meeting the person, themselves. I'm sick of hearing people have all these friggin judgements of people they've never met, but merely heard others rattle off about them.It's worse when these people who've never met that person will then go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/7469503460532229077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=7469503460532229077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/7469503460532229077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/7469503460532229077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2008/07/judging.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-8232851871956565225</id><published>2008-07-06T20:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:33:29.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Alive!Funny that I decided to blog today only to realize I can't even remember my password. So after about 20 mins of getting myself back into "blog" mode and then logging into my hotmail account to reset the password I'm here. Funniest thing of it all is that while I logged in to get the password, I get one of my readers writing and asking if I'll still be blogging. Yes yes and YES. I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/8232851871956565225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=8232851871956565225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/8232851871956565225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/8232851871956565225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-alive-funny-that-i-decided-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-1971744487290230370</id><published>2008-01-31T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:49:41.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Curiosity Got the Best of MESo...I was up in the cell culture room in one of the labs I work in..today. I opened up the incubator and something caught my eye. No not just cells that I have always seen in there with their red media/food on top..but rather something intensely lemony yellow was in there. Being me, of course I grabbed it..pulled it out and looked at it. Mmmm..it was the most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/1971744487290230370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=1971744487290230370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/1971744487290230370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/1971744487290230370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2008/01/curiosity-got-best-of-me-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-7025247690461996367</id><published>2008-01-28T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:27:12.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I Girly Enough?Yes I'm back with a post! While the world is giving up on blogging..my blog remains :) yahhhSo here goes..With all the bottles I have collected over the years of things it made me wonder how girly am I? Or is it just normal. I am the type who has about 30+ bottles of lotion in my bathroom. In addition to body washes, body spritzes, and a wide variety of loofahs and foot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/7025247690461996367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=7025247690461996367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/7025247690461996367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/7025247690461996367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2008/01/am-i-girly-enough-yes-im-back-with-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-8546570415145693130</id><published>2007-10-01T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:00:52.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long long time. I swear I will post soon! Anostica is still alive do not forget! I just have to think of something meaningful and not a journal entry</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/8546570415145693130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=8546570415145693130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/8546570415145693130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/8546570415145693130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-7085937257779908040</id><published>2007-07-16T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:32:46.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yearning..To yearn..ack yearning. Mariam-webster defines the word yearn as "to long persistently, wistfully". So..my question is..have you ever yearned for something? Yearned so long for it..then wondered if all your effort was worth it? Wondered should you be putting all that energy into it so early when you could be spending that energy elsewhere?Is yearning like obsession? That you obsess to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/7085937257779908040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=7085937257779908040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/7085937257779908040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/7085937257779908040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2007/07/yearning.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-5332010679441310652</id><published>2007-07-16T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:28:25.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a RanterI'm a ranter and proud to be one. If I can't get it off my chest by talking to my friends I write it all up. I'd rather talk it out or write it out, rather than spit it out (rant) to the person/thing I'm ranting about. I avoid giving a lot of pain to the world around me this way...Surely everyone understands this...but at times I wonder. It's a part of me..always has been and always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/5332010679441310652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=5332010679441310652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/5332010679441310652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/5332010679441310652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-ranter-im-ranter-and-proud-to-be-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-459616906179230375</id><published>2007-05-20T19:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:49:25.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>30 Things About Me1. My favorite color is yellow and also pink2. I used to think I was a feminist growing up..now I think I just believe in woman's rights..err is there a diff? :)3. My favorite T.V. show is Survivor4. I love chewy M&amp;M cookies..I won't eat crispy cookies5. I hate edges of bread, burnt anything, or toasted sandwiches6. Gardening is a lot of fun!7. I once talked a classmate of mine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/459616906179230375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=459616906179230375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/459616906179230375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/459616906179230375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2007/05/30-things-about-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-3243252860990267838</id><published>2007-05-01T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:12:18.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't Try To Be Nice If You Aren't Gonna Act on it!Yah..so case in point. I had a buttload of shit to do, and decided to head off to get some mocha from Starbucks. I'm there standing in line next to a ton of people minding my own business and having one of my not so talkative yet very observative days. A woman in front of me is being overly nice..almost to the point that I want to gag. I mean </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/3243252860990267838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=3243252860990267838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/3243252860990267838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/3243252860990267838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-try-to-be-nice-if-you-arent-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-2298078401225715411</id><published>2007-04-20T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:16:50.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Back with a Thought..Yah this one took a while to yank out. Actually I've just gotten very lazy with posting. Anyways here goes.It deals with self image. So...I was thinking..is there any girl out there happy with her body? Either girls (majority) complain about being fat or something..or some complain about being skinny. Is there a woman out there who is happy with herself or her body </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/2298078401225715411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=2298078401225715411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/2298078401225715411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/2298078401225715411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back-with-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-7095669123871677410</id><published>2007-03-24T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T22:27:55.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Food for Thought!The ultimate poem which I think sums up what I preach over and over on this blog..ENJOY :DTHE MAN IN THE GLASS(Author Unknown)When you get what you want in your struggle for selfAnd the world makes you king for a day,Just go to a mirror and look at yourselfAnd see what THAT man has to say.For it isn't your father or mother or wifeWhose judgment upon you must pass,The fellow whose</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/7095669123871677410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=7095669123871677410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/7095669123871677410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/7095669123871677410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2007/03/food-for-thought-ultimate-poem-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-117021618986583453</id><published>2007-01-30T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:03:09.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PerfectionGeneric Journal Post to Follow--Beware..I think one of my biggest faults is that at times I'll do something..yet in the back of my mind I know I could do it better. The whole time I'll do it knowing I can do it better. When I'm done with it, I'll look back and just think yah whatever I could have done it better. I realize all the shit I did wrong and could fix it. This at the same time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/117021618986583453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=117021618986583453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/117021618986583453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/117021618986583453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2007/01/perfection-generic-journal-post-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-116830936410802903</id><published>2007-01-08T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T20:22:44.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Im a comin back :P Because it's been a while and I have time and by request (miss butterfly) I'm back :) I feel as if my thoughts have dried out..I've been writing for years, if I really think about it, it's been a good 10 years. Quite a bit of it is archived on here, the rest is on my computer somewhere at home which I used to have up on the net on another program.So..something thoughtful for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/116830936410802903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=116830936410802903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/116830936410802903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/116830936410802903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-comin-back-p-because-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-116441642325990622</id><published>2006-11-24T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T19:02:57.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Generic I know...Cute--Completely!Ok Ok..so I hate the world of Generic people. I'm sick of seeing the white corded headphones for all the ipods out there. I think the white cords have become more of a fashion statement than the ipod thingies themselves..as I've seen some peeps on campus with just white corded headphones! Stupid I know!! In any case..I've always told myself I will not succumb to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/116441642325990622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=116441642325990622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/116441642325990622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/116441642325990622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/11/generic-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-116379805502638459</id><published>2006-11-17T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:14:15.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The idea of GunsThe idea of guns disgusts me. I know there are a ton of people who agree or disagree with me. I'm not talking about right to bear arms, or people saying we need guns in case the government tries to screw us up. I'm talking about people who think they need guns to protect themselves. I really don't get it. As it stands, and within the location one lives in, or at least the location</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/116379805502638459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=116379805502638459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/116379805502638459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/116379805502638459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/11/idea-of-guns-idea-of-guns-disgusts-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-116347567417840909</id><published>2006-11-13T21:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:34:08.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's all relative!!So we ALL complain about how much we have to do..how little time we have...blah blah blahhhhh. I'm one to complain about this one for sure. Some will say they have it the worst..yah Im guilty I say it too! But the real thing is that we all have it bad, and each of our situations in their own way is baaad..but in the end whatever makes us bogged down is similar for everyone. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/116347567417840909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=116347567417840909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/116347567417840909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/116347567417840909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-all-relative-so-we-all-complain_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-116045098795359324</id><published>2006-10-09T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:29:47.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yah I've slowed down..Most of you viewers..those of you who are left have probably realized my lack of blogdum..haha what a new word. Yah yah yah..I've slowed down, but you know it's just not fun anymore. When all the world sits there wanting their voice heard, I don't care! I started this blog with no comments..it was only in 2004 that I added the comment menu on here...I wrote on here to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/116045098795359324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=116045098795359324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/116045098795359324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/116045098795359324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/10/yah-ive-slowed-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115976058016267952</id><published>2006-10-01T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:43:00.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another annoyance..So I figured I should post..it's been a while. Figured I'd write about yet another annoyance..it's not like I don't have enough already!So..the current annoyance, or one that hit me now and I figured I should blog it. Yah it deals with peeps who cannot forget the past and literally live off of it and love to broadcast it. All they do is talk about it, talk about it, and talk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115976058016267952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115976058016267952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115976058016267952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115976058016267952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-annoyance.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115854479281422045</id><published>2006-09-17T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T20:59:57.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BugsDid I ever write about the fact that I hate bugs? YES I hate bugs. I hate them soo much! I scream everytime a frikking grasshopper jumps on me or if an ugly lady bug lands on me. NO they aren't cute!! They are ugly..and they need to be squashed and killed. Ewwwweeeeewwweee!I killed one the other day in my sink :D Donno how it got there but it found a perfect spot for me to kill it!!!! It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115854479281422045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115854479281422045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115854479281422045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115854479281422045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/09/bugs-did-i-ever-write-about-fact-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115611494134685608</id><published>2006-08-20T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T18:02:21.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are A Woman!Congratulations, you've made it to adulthood.You're emotionally mature, responsible, and unlikely to act out.You accept that life is hard - and do your best to keep things upbeat.This makes you the perfect girlfriend... or even wife!Are You A Girl Or a Woman?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115611494134685608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115611494134685608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115611494134685608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115611494134685608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-woman-congratulations-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115567384287056109</id><published>2006-08-15T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T15:30:42.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are 32% LadyYou tend to make up your rules of etiquette, throwing all conventions aside.And while you try to be a lady (sometimes), your behavior is often quite shocking.Are You A Lady?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115567384287056109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115567384287056109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115567384287056109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115567384287056109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-32-lady-you-tend-to-make-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115566877537214781</id><published>2006-08-15T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:06:15.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are 44% CynicalYes, you are cynical, but more than anything, you're a realist.You see what's screwed up in the world, but you also take time to remember what's right.How Cynical Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115566877537214781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115566877537214781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115566877537214781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115566877537214781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-44-cynical-yes-you-are-cynical.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115566857039205098</id><published>2006-08-15T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:02:50.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Have Your Sarcastic MomentsWhile you're not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge.In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead!And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in.Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're hilarious.How Sarcastic Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115566857039205098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115566857039205098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115566857039205098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115566857039205098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-have-your-sarcastic-moments-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115566801399496935</id><published>2006-08-15T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T13:53:34.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Chances of Being a Multimillionaire: 44%You have a decent shot at being a multimillionaire. Surprised?You're confident and a hard worker. Keep it up!Will You Be a Multimillionaire?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115566801399496935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115566801399496935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115566801399496935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115566801399496935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/08/your-chances-of-being-multimillionaire.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115446629411791110</id><published>2006-08-01T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:22:01.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QuoteInteresting Quote..I've written on it before; so I'm just gonna post it this time."Well behaved women rarely make history" by J. UlrichWhy is it that well behaved men still make history but not women?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115446629411791110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115446629411791110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115446629411791110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115446629411791110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/08/quote-interesting-quote.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115446551660623737</id><published>2006-08-01T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T15:51:56.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How far You've come..Got me thinking today. I was scanning through some e-mails I had saved over the years. Wondered what those others might be up to. Wonders of internet is an amazing way to find out, rather than just write them an e-mail. Hahah geek I know :PMakes me realize how far I've come..where I am, and where will I be in the next few years still remains a mystery. Something I'm not so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115446551660623737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115446551660623737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115446551660623737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115446551660623737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-far-youve-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115386387739027043</id><published>2006-07-25T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:44:37.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Craving...And I don't mean food. Have you ever craved or wished you had something, yet wondered if you'd ever attain it? Have you wondered if your fight to get it or attain it would burn the shit out of you in the end? Yet at the end you'd be happy? Have you ever had those scary thoughts of it never working out and that your hard work would go to waste?Have you looked at others with it, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115386387739027043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115386387739027043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115386387739027043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115386387739027043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/07/craving.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115293961785249982</id><published>2006-07-14T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:00:17.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exactly how I feel. Not sure how to describe it. Feel like I've been running around all day. Not too tired to sleep :( What to do..? :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115293961785249982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115293961785249982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115293961785249982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115293961785249982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/07/exactly-how-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115263520063354350</id><published>2006-07-11T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:26:40.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>StuffI wanna blog today, but won't about something. Donno how to write it down, and not sure even if I should..it relates to yesterday's post a bit. Bugging me still..grrrI'm sick of know it alls. How many times must I say it?? I really should just tell these peeps to screw off..yet I just let them make a fool of themselves.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115263520063354350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115263520063354350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115263520063354350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115263520063354350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/07/stuff-i-wanna-blog-today-but-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115256454356478438</id><published>2006-07-10T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T15:49:06.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Few things...as alwaysHopefully if I get these things off my chest, I'll feel great :D 1. Why is that I can't stand people who just wanna show they know it, do it, have it better than I do? Like I say shit, and all they wanna say is, been there, done that, did it better than you..and hah. What type of gratification does that give you?? Competitive people piss me off..2. My sixth sense bugs the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115256454356478438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115256454356478438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115256454356478438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115256454356478438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/07/few-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115222068607934826</id><published>2006-07-06T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:18:06.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Praise needed..I suppose it applies mostly to work or to myself when I'm striving for something. I've hated, yes literally hated being told that I'm doing a great job. For some reason whenever I hear that..I actually mess up or stop working. I have always worked or been ambitious, determined whatever cause it's the struggle in me who wants to do all that. The minute someone comes up to me and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115222068607934826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115222068607934826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115222068607934826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115222068607934826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-praise-needed.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115212621613107545</id><published>2006-07-05T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:03:36.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Luck? I'm not so sure...So on two occasions..I've found money lying around in the hallways of my apt. The first time it was a 10 dollar bill. Today I found two 1 dollar bills. I can't seem to keep money I find...I've always been the type that works hard for the money I have, and I get great pleasure out of buying things with my own money which I worked hard to get. Finding money...is another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115212621613107545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115212621613107545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115212621613107545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115212621613107545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/07/luck-im-not-so-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115189173065577625</id><published>2006-07-02T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T20:55:30.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not so sure of this one..So..I heard it the other day again. Some dude saying on t.v. that legalizing gay marriages should not happen as it threatens everyone. I seriously don't understand how????As much as heterosexuals feel like they are experiencing true love...hell that's the same for homosexuals. If straight people can marry, so should gay people have that right too. Yah yah people say it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115189173065577625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115189173065577625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115189173065577625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115189173065577625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-so-sure-of-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115170685736635848</id><published>2006-06-30T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:34:17.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anonymous..yah whatever..For each of you who posts under an anonymous nick thinking I can't figure you out. Think again...nuff said.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115170685736635848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115170685736635848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115170685736635848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115170685736635848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/06/anonymous.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115146385470361792</id><published>2006-06-27T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:04:14.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate change..I hate change..I hate change..I HATE change...did I mention?? I HATE CHANGE!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115146385470361792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115146385470361792' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115146385470361792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115146385470361792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115092587422313256</id><published>2006-06-21T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T16:37:54.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lil Gossip..So...this is my personal take on "Suri"..the supposed child of Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes. I think the child seriously does NOT exist. I think it's the biggest hoax of all time! Even when Katie was pregnant it looked like she was conceiling a pillow, and some days the pillow looked more real than other days. You NEVER see the two of them with the baby...I wouldn't doubt their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115092587422313256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115092587422313256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115092587422313256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115092587422313256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/06/lil-gossip.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115090471634915969</id><published>2006-06-21T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T16:22:39.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Completely Random things..1. I'm not sure why I'm so tired these days. I sleep a lot..but yet have no energy to walk :(2. I spoke to a friend of mine yesterday. Poor friend was crying soo much :( Not fun to hear that over the phone...3. I'm not a competitive person. The only person I ever compete with is myself when I think I'm not matching up to my standards or where I'd like to be...4. I hate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115090471634915969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115090471634915969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115090471634915969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115090471634915969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/06/completely-random-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115016810350479486</id><published>2006-06-12T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:08:23.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The worst experience...The worst experience...walking past someone acting as if they are so intrigued by their computer...yet when you walk past them you sense this cloud of noxious gas cuz they let out a stinkie.Yah....and all you can do is hold your breath and walk away...as the cloud grows :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115016810350479486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115016810350479486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115016810350479486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115016810350479486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/06/worst-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-115016518334137114</id><published>2006-06-12T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:19:43.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Convince me more.....the less I fallYah..so I went shopping today. Came across some girl I see at the same store I go everytime. She must think I'm some easy target, or she's like that with everyone. She literally follows me around telling me deals on anything I touch. She tried to corner me into getting something I already own..telling me that if I buy it not only will I save six dollars (woop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/115016518334137114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=115016518334137114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115016518334137114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/115016518334137114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/06/convince-me-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114987531742727026</id><published>2006-06-09T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T12:48:37.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GrrrJust because you want to be right isn't good enough. Make a point ONLY if it's rational..and it applies to the frikkin situation! I could also make a point sound true if I put any frikkin evidence from this Earth into it...!!  Applicable evidence matters..grrrsoo sick of people</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114987531742727026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114987531742727026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114987531742727026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114987531742727026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/06/grrr-just-because-you-want-to-be-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114965180887572706</id><published>2006-06-06T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:43:28.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quality not Quantity..It's funny how so many people forget to stop and smell the roses. Quantity won't cut it, it's the quality which matters.At least for me..I'm all about quality. I don't care about how much I do..or how much I get..but rather how effective was it, or how meaningful it was..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114965180887572706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114965180887572706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114965180887572706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114965180887572706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/06/quality-not-quantity.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114947508535601130</id><published>2006-06-04T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T21:38:05.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I control myself..There is nothing that controls me..but myself. Yes that's true and can you say the same? I'm not trying to toot my own horn but trying to make a point...so if you think my head is blown up..It's not...at least I hope not :DSo...well..it disgusts me, or really intrigues me to realize that I have friends who are controlled by cigarettes, well not the cigs themselves but the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114947508535601130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114947508535601130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114947508535601130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114947508535601130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-control-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114930725376075448</id><published>2006-06-02T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:00:53.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Worth of a Person..If you wanna see the worth of a person..truthfully. Watch the person when they are hungry or are around food. Or...watch them when they are angry.....see it too many times..It'll give the BEST indication of how the person is.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114930725376075448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114930725376075448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114930725376075448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114930725376075448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/06/worth-of-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114921592656381207</id><published>2006-06-01T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T11:23:06.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My List-Ridden LifeI have so many lists of what to do. I have lists at work. I have a list next to my desk which states things to do, things to get, and just other things. I have post-its next to my bed. I have a list in my bag which I carry to work. I have a daily list, a monthly list, and a somewhat yearly list. I know a non-lister..actually I know a few. One of them thinks I'll be more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114921592656381207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114921592656381207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114921592656381207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114921592656381207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-list-ridden-life-i-have-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114921402518109895</id><published>2006-06-01T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:07:05.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Piss off..I hate people who get some attitude towards me..give it to me once and hell I'm not gonna beg you for shit. If you don't already know I can do shit myself...So when I do, do it...don't come begging back to help..I don't need it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114921402518109895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114921402518109895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114921402518109895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114921402518109895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/06/piss-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114920740110020443</id><published>2006-06-01T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:16:41.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Avoidance..Why is it that the more I try to avoid/conceal things, the more I get them smacked in my face? err nevermind....maybe I try too hard giving it away</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114920740110020443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114920740110020443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114920740110020443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114920740110020443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/06/avoidance.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114732931174879944</id><published>2006-05-11T01:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T01:37:34.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>desperate.....so if you get thrown away once..whether it be from a significant other or a friend; and whether they are busy or other shit..haha don't ever think they've got you on their priority list...i wouldn't be shocked if you get thrown away again...personally for me....i don't take that shit..not desperate enough</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114732931174879944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114732931174879944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114732931174879944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114732931174879944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/05/desperate.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114715423850244167</id><published>2006-05-09T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:57:18.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got Worms :D hahaha NO! But..I've got an insatiable apetite!!! I've been eating like a COW toooday!!!!! Just ate about 2 meals and feel like i could go for two more!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114715423850244167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114715423850244167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114715423850244167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114715423850244167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-got-worms-d-hahaha-no-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114675960601399511</id><published>2006-05-04T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T11:20:06.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got ripped off!!yah why am I complaining? Cuz I'm too lazy to drive and get the shit fixed. So I splurged on shit I needed for my hair..and well it was initially overpriced, then the cashier girl charged me more..by selling everything indiviually rather than together. All in all, if I did my calculations correctly I lost 4 dollars.....somehow it's not worth my time to be nit picky and tell them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114675960601399511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114675960601399511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114675960601399511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114675960601399511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-got-ripped-off-yah-why-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114669198857711679</id><published>2006-05-03T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T16:48:17.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is too short..relish each moment of your life. seriously don't take things for granted...you really don't know how close you come to death each day  :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114669198857711679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114669198857711679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114669198857711679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114669198857711679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-is-too-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114629132165388626</id><published>2006-04-29T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T01:18:56.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't talk to me..don't talk to me if ALL that matters to you is PR (public relation). If you wanna use me to get there..or make fun of me to make you look good...go to hell...seriously screw off...seriously..can't think of any other way to put it...I'm not gonna swearOUT</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114629132165388626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114629132165388626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114629132165388626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114629132165388626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-talk-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114627098513114191</id><published>2006-04-28T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T19:36:25.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Living in a man's world...Now that summer is here..ya realize a few things which hit you in the face more than usual...Complaints of a woman (in general)...I wish...I didn't have to shave my legs I didn't have to wear makeup I didn't have to hightlight my hairI didn't have to worry about what I'd wear today or tomorrowI didn't have to worry about looking my bestI didn't have to get my eyebrows </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114627098513114191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114627098513114191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114627098513114191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114627098513114191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/04/living-in-mans-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114602850619008736</id><published>2006-04-26T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:42:45.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Juggling?I ONLY have two arms :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114602850619008736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114602850619008736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114602850619008736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114602850619008736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/04/juggling-i-only-have-two-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114585887782756979</id><published>2006-04-24T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T01:07:57.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Give it up yo..Seriously do not get some of my (girl) friends and How LOW will they Go!!!....for boys..Yah so if a dude ditches you once, get the hint..dont' give him another chance..realize that if a guy really really REALLY cared about you..he'd make time for you. Even if it meant 5 minutes a day!!!!If a dude tells you he's leaving someone else for you...get the hint, he'll leave you too for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114585887782756979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114585887782756979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114585887782756979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114585887782756979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/04/give-it-up-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114542638316108566</id><published>2006-04-19T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:59:43.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GROW UP!!!!Serious I'm so sick of people who are OLD enough to raise kids but aren't old enough to fend for themselves!!!!!!!! It's NOT like life is EASY, and it's not that you can LIVE OFF of a PERSON!!! Learn that ONLY HARD WORK and HARD frikkin EARNED money YOUUUUUUU made should mean a ton to you. And YOU should use that MONEY to get your OWN shiT!!!!!!!!!! Don't be USING other peoples' SHIT </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114542638316108566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114542638316108566' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114542638316108566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114542638316108566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/04/grow-up-serious-im-so-sick-of-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114533753220962514</id><published>2006-04-18T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T00:18:52.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why?? Why can a man fart and burp outloud and it's okay or not so wrong? But when a woman does it, it's not "proper"...why? We've got the SAME organs..at least for those functions :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114533753220962514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114533753220962514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114533753220962514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114533753220962514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-why-can-man-fart-and-burp-outloud.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114516071329370159</id><published>2006-04-15T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:11:53.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing...Seriously don't read..there isn't anything important here :DJust felt like writing on my bloggie. Found out that life is too short. Well I always knew...realized it more now. Was talking to a friend of mine. We hadn't kept in touch since last year. I knew his mother was sick. Found out that she died December 15th :( I hope she's in a better place.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114516071329370159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114516071329370159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114516071329370159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114516071329370159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114478745924547356</id><published>2006-04-11T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:30:59.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>High-School Drop-outyah something which was unheard of to me even when I was in high school back in my hometown. The ONLY time I ever heard of such a thing was when I was about 15-16 years old, and two guys I remember in my class Luke and James both dropped out. That was it. The rest of us graduated.So..I'm watching Oprah today. And she talks about the states in the nation with the best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114478745924547356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114478745924547356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114478745924547356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114478745924547356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/04/high-school-drop-out-yah-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114464657126268583</id><published>2006-04-10T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:22:51.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conceiler!!?!!Don't get it, and it got me wondering. So...if a roommate is a messyass person and leaves the place lookin like shit..but yet when someone unexpectedly stops by for a few mins and the place not only looks "conceiled clean" but smells "clean"..it makes you wonder.Yah it makes me wonder..makes me wonder if this is how a person I live with is like. Then does this person also live their</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114464657126268583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114464657126268583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114464657126268583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114464657126268583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/04/conceiler-dont-get-it-and-it-got-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114436048512021727</id><published>2006-04-06T16:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T16:54:45.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I walk the slow path...I guess I never understood and probably never will..but I hate people who rush in life. I don't get where they are trying to go. I mean eventually all of us will attain our goals, but does rushing and not enjoying the experience make it a heck of a lot more fun??I never understand people who walk swiftly when they walk...even if they are just OUT on a WALK...with no time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114436048512021727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114436048512021727' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114436048512021727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114436048512021727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-walk-slow-path_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114411592173358967</id><published>2006-04-03T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:59:45.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the Gazillionth TIMELive YOUR LIFE yo. Seriously live it to the fullest. If you care shits about impression, then don't talk to me. As long as you are HAPPY with what you do, don't let anything I mean ANYTHING hold you back. If it's impression and what people will think...gimme a break.Unless you're from one of those religions which believes in reincarnation...it's a diff case for you. But if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114411592173358967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114411592173358967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114411592173358967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114411592173358967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-gazillionth-time-live-your-life-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114387136361518713</id><published>2006-04-01T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:02:43.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back into the world of blogging..Yes..I'm back...though I do not know how long I will stay or if I have any great ideas to write about.I just received an e-mail from a good friend of mine. Funny how little things can mean quite a bit. Nice to know theres' others out there..wowee!! Thanks I appreciate it good ol friend..Will be back with an original post sometime soon...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114387136361518713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114387136361518713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114387136361518713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114387136361518713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-into-world-of-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114275280223671712</id><published>2006-03-19T01:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T01:20:02.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so...was just dozing off in front of t.v...and the song "standing outside the fire" was going back and forth in my head..by Garth Brooks. Lyrics are powerful...seriously..and I will leave it at that..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114275280223671712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114275280223671712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114275280223671712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114275280223671712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/03/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114240275393110406</id><published>2006-03-15T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T00:05:53.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12 Qualities I Admire GreatlyQualities I admire in people and in no specific order. I only came up with 12..though I'm sure there are a ton more :)1. A person who has a big heart2. A person who does not show off3. A person who does what he/she believes no matter what the "herd mentality" may be.4. A person who is not judgemental5. A person who enjoys his/her own company6. A person who is on time7</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114240275393110406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114240275393110406' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114240275393110406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114240275393110406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/03/12-qualities-i-admire-greatly.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114170800301445860</id><published>2006-03-06T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T00:52:43.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Attention Getters..Yah you heard me..I'm sick of attention getting people. I tell you what..you GOTTA GROW UP!!!! If you think that sitting there and acting all cute just so you can get compliments is cool..go to HELL!  Love YOURSELF..you DONT need OTHERS telling you that you are great...cause if you don't know that yourself...then you really don't know who you are..no matter what age you frikkin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114170800301445860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114170800301445860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114170800301445860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114170800301445860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/03/attention-getters.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114079450186499016</id><published>2006-02-24T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T09:21:41.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I give up!yep simple as that..no need to get into it..or explain in details. But like I said..I give up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114079450186499016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114079450186499016' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114079450186499016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114079450186499016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-give-up-yep-simple-as-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114064248101317023</id><published>2006-02-22T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:08:01.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sick of People Complaining Over Crap...So I got assigned a duty to do things at work. I mean it's not that bad! All I gotta do is lift shit from here and take it up 3 flights of stairs on a cart, and put it somewhere else. Easy right?? Well when it came to being assigned the duty..NO one wanted to do it!!! Why? Cuz they think it's a ton of work...gimme a break yo. Some woman comes up to me today </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114064248101317023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114064248101317023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114064248101317023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114064248101317023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/02/sick-of-people-complaining-over-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114050125475071791</id><published>2006-02-20T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T09:05:03.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worst QualityYES..if you're still reading and you look down..you'll realize I have Blogger Diarrhea!!! Anyways..my worst quality which hits me all too well around this time of the year..I'm a huge pessimist. If anything can go wrong..it'll start with me!!!! I'm doing better now...Cuz the reality of the situation is...it usually NEVER turns out that way...just that I need to keep telling myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114050125475071791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114050125475071791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114050125475071791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114050125475071791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/02/worst-quality-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114050081879956027</id><published>2006-02-20T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:46:58.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boring people bore me..Haha..what a statement. I guess some of you may understand this one..some of you may  not. But for those that do...tell me if you AGREE!!!! It's funny how you can talk to one person on the phone and totally totally NOT get tired and talk to them for hours on END! And then the other person (a.k.a. boring person), you can only talk to for a few minutes and it's the end of it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114050081879956027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114050081879956027' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114050081879956027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114050081879956027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/02/boring-people-bore-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114049919597960178</id><published>2006-02-20T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:19:55.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pinpoint Yo OUT!So I was checking my webstats. Either y'all speak up..or hide..but hey someone is checking this bloggie from St.Peter, MN--R E G U L A R L Y.... Who are you!!!!!! or what about you Rochester resident?? Lets hear it!! ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114049919597960178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114049919597960178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114049919597960178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114049919597960178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/02/pinpoint-yo-out-so-i-was-checking-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114049890319490851</id><published>2006-02-20T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:15:03.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shooopping..Yep you heard it..I've gotten back into my nasty habit of shopping. I used to shop a lot before I moved to this stinky town to go to college here. Back then I used to shop almost every weekend. Then when I moved here a whole school year ago...I shopped once that whole school year. I think I was still in shock of being in a new town, and was still adjusting to the new school and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114049890319490851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114049890319490851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114049890319490851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114049890319490851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/02/shooopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-114010612960499525</id><published>2006-02-16T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T10:08:49.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wild stallionHaha..call me that. Yah so there is literally "no direction" for me today..or at least no one is on my back checking what I'm doing, or if I'm doing something...or even seeing that I'm at my desk working. Feels GREAT! I slept in today..and it was wonderful. Now I sit at work..with little to do, wondering if I should waste the day..or get something done and the "directors"..which give</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/114010612960499525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=114010612960499525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114010612960499525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/114010612960499525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/02/wild-stallion-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113981486042024042</id><published>2006-02-13T01:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T01:14:20.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Olympics..I'm addicted to the olympics. I've been watching it all day!!!!!! I didn't study but stare at the t.v...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113981486042024042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113981486042024042' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113981486042024042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113981486042024042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/02/olympics.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113951617484710645</id><published>2006-02-09T14:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T14:16:14.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't get it..so..some dude has been painting doors here for a few days. He wears this hideous-ass mask with like dual filters to clean the air..so he doesn't breathe the crap in..while we (all us peeps down here) walk around with no mask on...Does anyone get the irony of this situation????????? I was tempted today to go ask him about exactly what sort of shit was in the stuff he was painting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113951617484710645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113951617484710645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113951617484710645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113951617484710645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-dont-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113937574024260627</id><published>2006-02-07T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:15:40.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Will post soon..time to finally write the post i've been meaning to write for months..but what better a time than to write about it sometime "soon"..yep so not now.It'll be about my friend Soulsurfer..his blog is linked on here if you any of you want to read it....will write soon..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113937574024260627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113937574024260627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113937574024260627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113937574024260627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/02/will-post-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113928048694307842</id><published>2006-02-06T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T20:48:06.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hair..why is that when you have long hair..you think you should keep growing it, and never stop. But when you cut it short, it's never short anymore after a few months? Grrr...I got it cut in nov. and had gotten a huge chunk off....I guess I'm gonna go back this weekend and get it done again. Need to get it leveled--I swear it's lopsided. Can't wait to have it all done..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113928048694307842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113928048694307842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113928048694307842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113928048694307842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/02/hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113919531878497570</id><published>2006-02-05T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:08:38.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something I wish I would have tried while taking math tests :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113919531878497570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113919531878497570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113919531878497570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113919531878497570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/02/something-i-wish-i-would-have-tried.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113918546413887105</id><published>2006-02-05T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:30:55.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I stole this off of Mel's blog..cool test. Almost accurate..but fun to take ;)Your Five Factor Personality ProfileExtroversion:You have medium extroversion.You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."Conscientiousness:You have high </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113918546413887105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113918546413887105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113918546413887105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113918546413887105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-stole-this-off-of-mels-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113900326339084490</id><published>2006-02-03T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T15:47:43.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Twiddle me thumbs!! &lt;--this is the topic..Safari won't let me bold it!!!So...been a long day. Had a lot of shit going on...felt like a tornado came in and ran all over me. But it's past now, I sit in the remains. I found a nice ass computer lab on campus totally not for "public use"..which makes it all the more fun to sit here and use it. We'll see when someone gets the guts to come tell me to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113900326339084490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113900326339084490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113900326339084490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113900326339084490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/02/twiddle-me-thumbs-this-is-topic.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113885888131526465</id><published>2006-02-01T23:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:41:21.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's your weakness?What's your weakness? mine...seriously depends on when someone asks me this. But generally I am starting to become addicted to chocolate...so that's one.Otherwise, another weakness, guess I could say more of a nuisance is that I am tooooooo anal about being clean. Guess it might stem from my nastyass roommate or just growing up in a tooo clean of a household.What about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113885888131526465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113885888131526465' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113885888131526465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113885888131526465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/02/whats-your-weakness-whats-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113876597872804840</id><published>2006-01-31T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:52:58.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yah WhateverYou know..I wonder because my past roommate used to tell me that I reminded her of her mother...she said it because of my "trait" of not wanting any help. I used to tell her, and do believe that if anything, I will figure out a way to do something on my OWN. I never want to ask anyone for anything...I'd rather walk a mile than ask some for a ride, or I'd rather catch a taxi. She said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113876597872804840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113876597872804840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113876597872804840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113876597872804840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/01/yah-whatever-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113868867864908924</id><published>2006-01-31T00:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:24:38.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Choose ONE!If you had the choice between getting rid of stupid people or cocky people...which would you choose? I'm leaning more towards cocky..because I can't stand cocky people..Lets hear it from everyone..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113868867864908924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113868867864908924' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113868867864908924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113868867864908924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/01/choose-one-if-you-had-choice-between.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690678.post-113833890459614000</id><published>2006-01-26T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T19:05:44.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rant..Yep it's about time I rant again. So here's a list..in no specific order:1. Still pissed at the cost of heat..heating bill last month was 123 bucks; something I'm surely not so used to!2. Too many projects at school to work on...so little time3. My class sucks. I hate doing homework problems.4. Can't stand bullshitters. If I sense bullshitting, I'm more likely to forget and delete you outta</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113833890459614000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113833890459614000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113833890459614000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113833890459614000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/01/rant.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113828791674896201</id><published>2006-01-26T09:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T18:15:24.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>80 F !!!!Yah how about you all try this shit. I woke up to an apt with the heat booming and roommate pounding everything she could possibly find while hurrying to get to school. How inconsiderate can this ****** ***** be?? does she NOT understand that I'm sleeping..does she NOT know that 80 F is DAMN HOT!!! Yah...I woke up a full 2 hours early...and I wasn't feeling well to begin with. Man if she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113828791674896201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113828791674896201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113828791674896201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113828791674896201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/01/80-f-yah-how-about-you-all-try-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113816825977169377</id><published>2006-01-24T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T23:50:59.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anony's please speak up!So...what better way to discourage all the anony's from visiting my blog but to write about it! Yah..so I got a new site counter, and well it gives me very nice details of where everyone is coming from. SOME of YOU are very very very consistent on visiting this blog DAILY..though I must admit that those daily visitors (a.k.a. "anony's") never speak up..or comment.So...to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113816825977169377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113816825977169377' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113816825977169377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113816825977169377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/01/anonys-please-speak-up-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113754651652355224</id><published>2006-01-17T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:08:36.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why must a woman be responsible after the kids born???Yah..so I went home for lunch and watched Mauri..however you spell it. ALL of it was about woman complaing that he's the father of my kid...come on. I guess biologically you could understand, that yah the woman is stuck with the kid during pregnancy..cuz yah it's in her stomach...but screw those men out there denying its' their kids.Most of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113754651652355224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113754651652355224' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113754651652355224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113754651652355224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-must-woman-be-responsible-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113747689255317647</id><published>2006-01-16T23:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:48:12.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is life?We are put on this earth..and then we touch so many lives and then suddenly we leave. Leaving all of our loved ones, and the ones we touched behind. They have to pick themselves up after us and live on...how sad :(I heard of two deaths in the last TWO days!!!! :( May those people be in a better and happier place now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113747689255317647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113747689255317647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113747689255317647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113747689255317647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-is-life-we-are-put-on-this-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113700668464488396</id><published>2006-01-11T12:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T13:11:24.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad Hair day...Yah so it's raining outside..and I can use a cap all I want..or use an umbrella--my hair will still curl up more than ever. It's poofy and fluffy, and so tighty curly now..grrrOn the bright side..one of the grad students I know stopped by and he offered me 5 tickets for basketball games this semester!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113700668464488396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113700668464488396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113700668464488396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113700668464488396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-hair-day_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113687063944833039</id><published>2006-01-09T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:23:59.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looong day :(Grr..today was an amazingly long day. I got up early and was off to school. Then headed off to class which is about half way across campus. After class I was feeling a bit ambitious and decided to talk the LONG route to walk back home for lunch. Yah...how fun and stupid was I! I ate lunch at 11:30, and was hungry again at 3 p.m.! So..then I worked at school till 6ish..which is when I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113687063944833039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113687063944833039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113687063944833039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113687063944833039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/01/looong-day-grr.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113657258653313940</id><published>2006-01-06T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T12:36:26.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a picture!! Found it on on yahoo news ;)Anostica</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113657258653313940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113657258653313940' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113657258653313940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113657258653313940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-picture-found-it-on-on-yahoo-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113650016577433006</id><published>2006-01-05T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:29:25.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your neighbor might just be an angel...Or not? Got me wondering the other as I waited FoReVeR to hear of the flight delays in chicago...waitin for a frikkin flight to Indianapolis, realizing that driving there would have been possibly faster than the wait..So yah..Some girl was sitting in front of me. I guess she got up to go to the bathroom. she tapped the dude sitting next to her, and he had to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113650016577433006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113650016577433006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113650016577433006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113650016577433006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2006/01/your-neighbor-might-just-be-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113609193440863378</id><published>2005-12-31T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:33:48.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sweet Victory..Err maybe bittersweet..so as a post said earlier....most peeps crawl back to me...even when they walk off...so it happens again...must roll eyes now..I delete you outta my book once and usually never re-add you....and yes I do forgive..will I go back..NO! Life is too frikkin small to care about a person (NO i'm not Evil..but don't EVER screw me over and expect to take you back!!!!-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113609193440863378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113609193440863378' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113609193440863378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113609193440863378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2005/12/sweet-victory.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113609103049596953</id><published>2005-12-31T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:39:12.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hope I come back to Indiana alive!!..So this christmas/new year's break has been a LOT of work! I'll keep it short, but well I had to help family move stuff from here to there...for quite a FEW days. Yep...sore back, for some reason I twisted my foot...so the bottom of my left foot still hurts..been a week now!Then..went sledding yesterday...twisted arm beyond belief...I could have gone on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113609103049596953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113609103049596953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113609103049596953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113609103049596953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2005/12/hope-i-come-back-to-indiana-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113601147419115621</id><published>2005-12-31T00:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T02:40:40.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ramblings..Yep quite a few stuffz to write about since I got back into good ol hometown..so I'm just gotta jot em down..-So I run into soo many of people I knew in high school..this town really isn't small..and I generally don't forget names..but today I saw some girl from my sis's class--couldn't remember her name..sorta bugged me..saw some dude..I think he was a student of mine when I TA'ed in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113601147419115621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113601147419115621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113601147419115621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113601147419115621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2005/12/ramblings.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113592536562038720</id><published>2005-12-30T00:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:49:25.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chemist me?? realllyyy?I got this quiz from Sasha's blog..sorta cool..though I'm not a mad chemist mixing chemicals.. You scored as Chemistry. You should be a Chemistry major! As if that isnt clear enough, you are deeply passionate about Chemistry, and every single chemical reaction and concept fascinates you. Pursue that!What is your Perfect Major?created with QuizFarm.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113592536562038720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113592536562038720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113592536562038720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113592536562038720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2005/12/chemist-me-realllyyy-i-got-this-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113592223854115453</id><published>2005-12-29T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:57:18.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chicken!!!Okay so I admit it..I'm a huge chicken. I STILL get scared at night. I don't know why..it freaks me to think there is a ghost out there watching me when I sleep..or that someone will crawl into my room at night and whip out and knife and kill me. That's partially the reason I always try to get a room on the highest floor in apt complexes.Stupid contracting and expanding of wood and shit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113592223854115453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113592223854115453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113592223854115453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113592223854115453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2005/12/chicken-okay-so-i-admit-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113510998774085450</id><published>2005-12-20T14:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T14:19:47.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tainted Sleep...Just woke up all pissed off today. Some stupidass song was stuck in my head which I NEVER listen to...turns out my damn roommate who is about 95% retarded was listening to some song over and OVER and OVER again..and I musta heard it for the last 1 hour of my sleep. Woke up soo not happy...wanted to walk out and say something..but figured it was no use...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113510998774085450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113510998774085450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113510998774085450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113510998774085450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2005/12/tainted-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113503188591812113</id><published>2005-12-19T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:38:05.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rants of the day..1. I woke up on my own today...7:40 a.m. Very early. Just tossed and turned till 8:30ish and then got up. Didn't get very good sleep last night though :(2. On my way to school in bus..saw some "christian whatever dudes" who wear the badge that says it. They tried to small talk with me--oh it's cold. Yah gimme a break. I don't believe in publically blowing your religion in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/feeds/113503188591812113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3690678&amp;postID=113503188591812113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113503188591812113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3690678/posts/default/113503188591812113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anostica.blogspot.com/2005/12/rants-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Anostica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05399755234756462925</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-3690678.post-113470100216674717</id><published>2005-12-15T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T20:43:22.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Evil meeeMaybe it makes me a vicious (sp) or an evil person..but I've never gone back and tried to win a friend back. I got in a fight with my roommate last night..will I go apologize? no..I honestly don't think I should. She did more wrong than I did. I'd rather have it just pass me, and I know it will a few months down the road. 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