<?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-8954193</id><updated>2011-08-07T19:16:54.183-06:00</updated><category term='music'/><category term='knit'/><title type='text'>Colleen Says...</title><subtitle type='html'>I talk, you listen... and leave me comments.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-3999381588771282868</id><published>2007-08-15T12:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T12:44:47.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenward Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RsNJOlJPYHI/AAAAAAAAADo/c2vFF3gKk2w/s1600-h/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RsNJOlJPYHI/AAAAAAAAADo/c2vFF3gKk2w/s400/IMG_1062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098999717951398002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RsNI-FJPYGI/AAAAAAAAADg/cV6pwGexCPA/s1600-h/IMG_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RsNI-FJPYGI/AAAAAAAAADg/cV6pwGexCPA/s400/IMG_1071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098999434483556450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RsNInlJPYFI/AAAAAAAAADY/XFSwVw6LJiA/s1600-h/IMG_1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RsNInlJPYFI/AAAAAAAAADY/XFSwVw6LJiA/s400/IMG_1021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098999047936499794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-3999381588771282868?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/3999381588771282868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=3999381588771282868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/3999381588771282868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/3999381588771282868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2007/08/greenward-pictures.html' title='Greenward Pictures'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RsNJOlJPYHI/AAAAAAAAADo/c2vFF3gKk2w/s72-c/IMG_1062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-7038816415743054078</id><published>2007-04-10T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:02:56.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my timing is impeccable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sick as a duck and it's 3 days until BSD (Bermuda Shorts Day), the big end-of-year celebration at my university. That and it's the busiest week at work and my roommate Jenn's birthday on Wednesday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I say again. Well I'm just popping the vitamins and sleeping as much as I can (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; work, dance lessons, and "The Hills") and hoping for the best. I will not miss BSD for anything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On to happier news.. a few weeks ago Andrew and I went to Fire Escape with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tanille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Bryan to paint pottery, and then back to Bryan's for a delicious dinner. Here's the proof:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RhwsbEKZY9I/AAAAAAAAACY/MvjBRQ0EdR0/s1600-h/P1010074.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051961725488292818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RhwsbEKZY9I/AAAAAAAAACY/MvjBRQ0EdR0/s200/P1010074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RhwubUKZY_I/AAAAAAAAACo/KK3yRP2dJdo/s1600-h/P1010076.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051963928806515698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RhwubUKZY_I/AAAAAAAAACo/KK3yRP2dJdo/s200/P1010076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's my vicious fishy who obviously had something yummy for lunch. He's not perfectly painted but I love him anyways. Plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hoping he'll be a good holder of my pot scrubber when I move into my 1 bedroom apartment next month. OH YEAH I'm moving into my own 1 bedroom apartment for the summer! It's still in residence, which will be GREAT cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be taking summer classes and it'll be a 5 minute walk in the glorious sunshine. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;très&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay so here's what Andrew and I scrambled around all morning to make for dessert to take to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bryans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051965066972849170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RhwvdkKZZBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/azcCnZ-sgfc/s320/P1010044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fruit pizza with a shortbread crust, cream cheese base, delicious fresh fruits, and dark and white chocolate drizzled on top! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MmmMmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; delicious! It went great with the oh-so-good chow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stir-fry that Bryan and Taylor prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened that night, you may ask? Well I can tell you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;spontaneous &lt;/span&gt;yoga happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/Rhwv9kKZZCI/AAAAAAAAADA/twFyWI-VK04/s1600-h/P1010047.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051965616728663074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/Rhwv9kKZZCI/AAAAAAAAADA/twFyWI-VK04/s200/P1010047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Spontaneous raspberries happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/Rhwwp0KZZDI/AAAAAAAAADI/BFEWKgV3YTo/s1600-h/P1010050.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051966376937874482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/Rhwwp0KZZDI/AAAAAAAAADI/BFEWKgV3YTo/s200/P1010050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And even a spontaneous jig or two happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051967244521268290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RhwxcUKZZEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vnX_wCTV6pA/s200/P1010051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;... but we don't talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That was a lovely night. Now lets just all hope that I'm better by Friday so that can be the loveliest DAY ever! I promise to take tons of pictures as always. You can see my BSD post from last year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; I also just realized in my last year's BSD post I linked back to my 2005 BSD post and there were a HECK of a lot more pictures on that one. Perhaps that's because Facebook hadn't been invented back then (or maybe it had but I just didn't know it yet), so I couldn't just post all my pics on Facebook like I did last year. This year hopefully a nice long blog will come out of it, although I will admit that uploading pictures is a pain in my butt so you better appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time for a bit of dinner. I haven't eaten much all day, no appetite when i'm sick, so I better force something down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-7038816415743054078?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/7038816415743054078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=7038816415743054078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/7038816415743054078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/7038816415743054078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-timing-is-impeccable.html' title='my timing is impeccable'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RhwsbEKZY9I/AAAAAAAAACY/MvjBRQ0EdR0/s72-c/P1010074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-7936661939914327185</id><published>2007-03-29T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:28:58.551-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>something more productive like.. Roscoe</title><content type='html'>Mmm I'm loving that song by Midlake right now (Roscoe). There's a new radio station in our city (X 92.9) and they are playing all sorts of great music including rock I remember from my childhood (Nirvana, Matt Good, Smashing Pumpkins), and also introducing us to all sorts of new stuff like Midlake, Tokyo Police Club, The Dudes. I can dig it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I know it's been a dealthly long time but I've been putting the knitting off a bit because of work and all sorts of crazy stuff I've been up to lately. But I'm back at it now, and now only knitting but I'm back at the crochet too. My grandfather was working on this blanket when he passed away. He has crocheted one for each of his children and their families, and was working on crocheting one for each of his grandchildren's families. The blanket that was in the works was meant for my half-brother, and since I am one of the only active crocheters in the family, it was passed on to me to finish. I put it away for quite a while, I wasn't quite ready to work on it and give it the attention it needed. But now I've picked up where he left off and I'm really enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it looks like, on the bottom right corner of this picture you can see my white yarn tie, marking where I my grandfather finished and I started. So I'm just getting started, but the blanket is nearly done. It's a bittersweet feeling. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047596438499837842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RgyqN65PR5I/AAAAAAAAABw/bEPt96EfO3M/s320/P1010036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hey! you can also see all the random stuff I have under my bed, wonderful :) I'm too lazy to move that for the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting back into crochet for this blanket reminded me of the awesome book my awesome boyfriend got me for Christmas:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RgyrEK5PR7I/AAAAAAAAACA/uuzmBjWkdd4/s1600-h/happy-hooker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047597370507741106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RgyrEK5PR7I/AAAAAAAAACA/uuzmBjWkdd4/s200/happy-hooker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Debbie Stoller's "Stitch 'N Bitch Crochet: The Happy Hooker". I already have her "Stitch 'N Bitch Nation" book, the 2nd in the Stitch 'N Bitch series, so what an observant boyfriend I have to notice that I love that book and that I crochet as well as knit, and would therefore love this one too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many things I want to make in this book. I'm excited just thinking about them. But I want to finish up the blanket before I get started on anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a WIP that is a great little project to take around cause it's compact yet flashy, so everyone just has to ask you what you're knitting. And then when you tell them it's a.. WRISTWARMER?!?! they just look at you funny. Anyways, here is warmer #1. The second has yet to be started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RgysDK5PR8I/AAAAAAAAACI/gtZCPW88dt0/s1600-h/P1010038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047598452839499714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RgysDK5PR8I/AAAAAAAAACI/gtZCPW88dt0/s200/P1010038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RgysuK5PR9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ERDfnTH-55Q/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047599191573874642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RgysuK5PR9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ERDfnTH-55Q/s200/P1010043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have a pattern for these, but it's just a simple tube with 1x1 ribbing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;on the top and bottom, a bit of wrist shaping, and a thumb hole. Easy peasy. And the secondary colour is actually a light turquoise although I know it kind of looks white, the colours didn't photograph perfectly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, I sure do love 12am fire alarms in my building, that force me and my roommates and the boy outside for 20 min so we just go to Tim Horton's because at least there they have warmth and food. Yep, that just happened, right in the middle of this post here. But now i'm pooped. Andrew and I went to see Marianas Trench and Faber Drive at Mac Hall tonight and it was a great show, but a woman has to work.. and she has to work early tomorrow morning, so goodnight all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colleen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-7936661939914327185?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/7936661939914327185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=7936661939914327185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/7936661939914327185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/7936661939914327185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2007/03/something-more-productive-like-roscoe.html' title='something more productive like.. Roscoe'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RgyqN65PR5I/AAAAAAAAABw/bEPt96EfO3M/s72-c/P1010036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-8502736931129533520</id><published>2006-12-06T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:10:40.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tale of two dogs, and an alligator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Well, it's been a busy month! What with projects in school, full time work, family, and friends.. I'm surprised I had any time to knit. But I DID! I made the Alligator Mittens from 'Stich n Bitch Nation', what a cute pattern. I made some alterations and made a size somewhere inbetween the written sizes of Child (12 years) and Lady (S/M). It was tooooo big still! Yes, this means that apparently my hands are even closer in size to a 12 year old child's than I thought. Andrew begged me to let him have this mitten, even if I don't make another that size. I'll make another 2 in a size that will actually fit a girl. But anyways, it's cute and I wanted to show you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RXeD1oJ6aOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_346J8IwzNc/s1600-h/P1010113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RXeD1oJ6aOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_346J8IwzNc/s200/P1010113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005614468180895970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RXeESYJ6aPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QUE1KBcTshw/s1600-h/P1010117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RXeESYJ6aPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QUE1KBcTshw/s200/P1010117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005614962102135026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't glued his eyes on yet.. they're just resting there atop his head :( Andrew's alligator needs a name.. any ideas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew took me to Panorama for my birthday, we had 3 hour a couples spa session (facials, massage) and it was SOOOO nice! Well, that is .. after we made it through the snowstorm to get there!! We drove for hours in horrible road conditions with snow flying EVERYWHERE, until we finally got to a hotel in Lake Louise. Then we found a sock made into the bed and called the front desk who sent the CUTEST lady to remake the bed with new sheets. Oh it was such an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RXeg_IJ6aUI/AAAAAAAAABI/TYOFcDszvfs/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RXeg_IJ6aUI/AAAAAAAAABI/TYOFcDszvfs/s200/P1010045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005646517226858818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; -- And this was just the beginning of the storm, by the end there was at least a foot of snow on the ROAD itself, yechh --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Right but yes, we finally got to Panorama the next morning just in time for our spa session. Then we went to his boss' condo, stayed out of the cold, and have a wonderful night. We also went to the only place that was open at night in Panorama the weekend before ski season started, and it was a great place! We had the awesomest shrimp sandwich with dill mayo on a baguette.. at a PUB! yeah you heard me. Oh and we found this GIANT FREAKING DOG just hanging outside the front door of the aforementioned pub. AWW! I was too afraid to go too close but Andrew definitely wasn't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RXehf4J6aVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XFlPYjUQhbg/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RXehf4J6aVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XFlPYjUQhbg/s200/P1010048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005647079867574610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And I promised you two dogs.. here's the 2nd. My roommate's sister's boyfriend brought his dod Alizé over one day and Andrew and I went nuts. It was the CUTEST thing seeing a little doggy running around our little apartment. AGH! I will have a great dog one day, ONE DAY! Check out this little cutie.. oh and the dog too :) hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RXefg4J6aSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vxi2Q5Fdll0/s1600-h/P1010109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RXefg4J6aSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vxi2Q5Fdll0/s200/P1010109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005644898024188194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So much cuteness I can't handle it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright, time to get ready for bed. Before this year I could never even fathom getting to bed before 11pm, EVER. And now it's the norm. I hate Norm and all that he stands for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Almost Christmas! Boy do I ever have a lot of shopping to finish :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RXeD1oJ6aOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_346J8IwzNc/s1600-h/P1010113.JPG"&gt;           &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-8502736931129533520?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/8502736931129533520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=8502736931129533520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/8502736931129533520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/8502736931129533520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/12/tale-of-two-dogs-and-alligator.html' title='A tale of two dogs, and an alligator'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8IFGnL4JyLM/RXeD1oJ6aOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_346J8IwzNc/s72-c/P1010113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-116243771067019961</id><published>2006-11-01T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T21:41:07.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Well, it seems like I'm always catching up. At work, at school, and even here on my blog. So, what have I been up to lately? Lets see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This year started out with the UofC 40th anniversary kickoff party, with some great bands including Spirit of the West and Bedouin Soundclash. This was on move-in day for us apartment rez kids so it was the first day I got to see my roommates since last spring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;If you can't read Steph's visor.. it says "UofC.. A great place to work and learn".. we found it on the bleachers of McMahon stadium. Classy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;On the right is Bedouin Soundclash. Boy that bassist can sure dance! The best part was when they played 'Hey Beautiful Day' and the entire audience sang along! Oh and I also liked when the random people ran across the field behind the stage at the end and nobody stopped them. haha.. causing havoc isn't as easy as it used to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Last month our friend Chris had a mexican themed party at his rez apartment entitled 'Fiesta Desnudo'. We mostly hid in his bedroom to avoid the masses of hot, sticky, drunk people populating every other square inch of the apartment. The night ended with the shitkicking of a poor little pinata, which I can't post because I took video and this blog won't let me post videos. But once I figure out how to do it, I will most definitely share it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010272.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Left to Right:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chris, me, Andrew, Steph (or should I say, Stephanita!.. no, I shouldn't, that's a terrible name, shame on me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010286.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jen looking festive in her umbrella, and Reza looking suave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just a week ago Andrew's band "Lions and Tigers and Bears" played a show a Tequila. It was one of the funnest shows that I've been to, partly because of the awesome bands they played with, and partly cause my dear friend Heather and her lovely boyfriend came along!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; The girls  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;..  and what happens when you put them together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The night's openers, a band from BC called Whitfield. Really great music and nice guys too. I'm already wearing my new Whitfield t-shirt all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010018fix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010018fix.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lions and Tigers and Bears with a super set full of classics and some newer stuff.. and then  Hot Little Rocket, whom I screamed my head off at to play my fav song of theirs.. and it paid off! "Are my eyes too red to go to work today?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Well.. that's that. I have to wait til tomorrow to get my halloween/20th bday pics back because I took them on a disposable camera, for the safety of my digital camera on the pub crawl last Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PS:  today marked the first official day that it is fair game to play christmas carols on the radio, sell christmas decorations in stores, and start a countdown to the big day itself (54 days til xmas!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-116243771067019961?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/116243771067019961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=116243771067019961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/116243771067019961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/116243771067019961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/11/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-115803132197555101</id><published>2006-09-11T21:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:22:01.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>things you don't usually see on metal..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright, first day of classes! Well.. not my classes. My one and only class is on Thursday afternoons. But i took today off of work so that my roommates and I could get our apartment straightened around and get all the stuff we needed. But before that Andrew and I took a stroll around campus to get some pizza and so that I could feel like I was actually back in school this yr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;This is what we found:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/P1010228.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Haha i love it. Those guys have been so cold and so shamed for so long.. i'm glad someone finally covered them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And in other news, I found these awesome little "key-shirts" for my keys today, so that i can make some sense of the mass of keys i have on my keychain. Man rez requires SO many keys. These are SO precious, i love it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/P1010232.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Well, I'm all settled in rez now and I think it's going to be a great year. I'll have more pics soon to show you my room and my roommates and general good times (including the UofC kickoff party with a Bedouin Soundclash concert).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope everyone is having a great start to their year :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-115803132197555101?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/115803132197555101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=115803132197555101' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/115803132197555101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/115803132197555101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-you-dont-usually-see-on-metal_11.html' title='things you don&apos;t usually see on metal..'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-115680905627344595</id><published>2006-08-28T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T17:20:12.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>slow and steady wins the race</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I've decided to post more frequent but shorter blog entries. I think i wasn't blogging for a long time because posting a huge long blog like i usually do takes like an hour with all the pics and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SO i made my decision, I'm going to live in Rez this year. I'm living in the same building as I was last year, with Steph and Jenn, two of my best girls from last yr. The 4th roommate is one of Stephs good friends too, so it should be a freaking BLAST!! The only downside, like i mentioned before, is the driving to work every day. It won't be fun in the winter. BUT it's so worth it. Plus rez is closer to Andrew's house, that makes me happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So, 2 weekends ago Andrew came with my parents and I to my cousins Pam's wedding in Saskatchewan. Country weddings are such great fun. The reception was actually in Cypress Hills and we all stayed in the same 'resort', so it was easy to hang out with everyone in the inbetween times. Here are some of those 'inbetween times':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Andrew and I looking in wonder and awe at the woods... and me crocheting in the car! Yaaay 5 hour car rides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The actual wedding was hilarious, as was expected because my cousin is hilarious and so is her new husband. The toast to the bride was done by Pam's friends from university.. they all took arts ed. You can imagine, it was a toast filled with drama, dance, music and general hilarity. I hope my friends are that creative at my wedding! There was even a video slideshow involved in the toast. so guys.. get working on your powerpoint!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010051fix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010051fix.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;There's me, the bride Pam, and my other cousin Jessica who was a bridesmaid. The only 3 girl cousins on my Dads side of the family. I looooved Pam's dress, so unique and gorgeous. She looked so great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OH and check out that SPONGE BOB cake. Haha, it was a really cool wedding for two really cool people :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SO that was my first short but sweet blog. I have so much more to blog so I will be blogging regularly in the future. I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-115680905627344595?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/115680905627344595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=115680905627344595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/115680905627344595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/115680905627344595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/08/slow-and-steady-wins-race.html' title='slow and steady wins the race'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-115328506684989668</id><published>2006-07-18T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:00:16.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the hardest thing i'll ever have to do....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Okay maybe not THE hardest but i really wanted to quote 98 degrees there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BUT it is probably the hardest decision i've had to make since i decided what highschool i was going to go to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;DO I LIVE IN REZ THIS YEAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Okay the one side is that I love rez and I love being on my own and having my space. Also, I love having friends around me when I want to hang out, and being at the school and just feeling this sense of belonging. I don't like living at home. I don't. I didn't want to come home this summer, but i did. It's not that bad, my parents are great, I have a car to use and don't have to pay rent. BUT it's not my space. I would love to go and live in rez and be around all my friends - i'd even get to live with 2 of the greatest friends I made last year in rez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HERES THE CATCH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I have to pay for it myself, i get that. Since I'm doing a co-op term and not actually going to school right now, why would my parents pay for it. SO there's $5000 gone . PLUS it's farther away from where I work, which in the winter is going to sUCKIty suck for driving. Oh and there are no good transit routes to there either. Getting to work every day would take me an hour if i did transit, probably not much shorter in the winter if i drove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PLUS my parents keep playing the 'you should be saving your money' card. I hate that card. I do save my money, but is it so bad that i want to s pend this money on me? To make me happy??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SO.. what do i do? I don't know. I have to decide by Friday, so I guess I'll let you know then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;On a happier, less stressful note, this past weekend Andrew and I went to Sylvan Lake to visit my friend Leanne. Their place is gorgeous and her parents and family were so great to us. We worked on our tans, ate poutine and ice cream (not together, i know frosties and fries are good, but that is not the same), danced and laughed and had a great GREAT time. Thanks so much Leanne for having us. Here are some pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7140277.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7140277.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7140281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7140281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When we got there our room was all laid out like a hotel, how cute is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And on the right - Andrew and I and the view on Leanne's back yard. Yeah.. that's a little bay and a marina. GORGEOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7140287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7140287.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7150294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7150294.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Leanne and I have a classy little drink and then we all head out for a night on the town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7150296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7150296.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7150298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7150298.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh, did i mention this little 'bed &amp; breakfast' had the best darn waffles served fresh every morning?? There's Chef Leanne in her kitchen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;On the right, Andrew contemplates what I can only assume is 'the meaning of life' while taking in the view. Seriously, he was just sitting out there like that one morning, i could not have staged a better picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7150302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7150302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7150303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7150303.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Well, all too soon it came time to wave goodbye. The only good part about leaving was that on the way home we stopped to get gas and saw this awesome little place (click to enlarge picture &amp; see what the sign says), so i made my Andy hold it in his giant hands.. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright I better get to bed, if I can with all of these questions about this upcoming school year swirling around in my head. AAAAGh, I just don't want to regret my decision. That's the hardest part. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-115328506684989668?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/115328506684989668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=115328506684989668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/115328506684989668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/115328506684989668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-hardest-thing-ill-ever-have-to-do.html' title='it&apos;s the hardest thing i&apos;ll ever have to do....'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-114931945358763905</id><published>2006-06-03T01:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T02:09:36.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Colleenanmore Andrewventure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;is what I call the trip Andrew and I took to Canmore on May long weekend. Saturday of the weekend was his 22nd birthday and the day after was our 2 monthaversary, so we were in need of some celebration! We did this by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;eating junk food&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;listening to awesome music (in particular the newest All American Rejects CD, i'm a big fan)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;swimming in the pee water pool at the hotel&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;visiting cute restaurants (one amazing bagel shop, and a place called "The Gourmet Croissant", and a quirky place called "Zonas")&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;opening Andrew's crazy puzzle of birthday presents&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;drinking... alcohol&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;taking ridiculous pictures in front of garbage cans, mailboxes, mannequins.. and other inanimate objects&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Some photographic evidence of the weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5190043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5190043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5190044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5190044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;On the left, the aforementioned presents - check out that neon on black gift wrap, with such sayings as "awesome" and "jammin". On the right, the aforementioned puzzle - when all the pieces are put together it is his birthday card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5190042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5190042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5190047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5190047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Road trips are so much fun with this guy... and is there anything better than an envelope containing room keys.. to a hotel room.. that your parents will not be in AT ALL?! No, the answer is no, there is nothing better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay so present #1 was the new All American Rejects CD "Move Along", which turned out great for me cause it was AWESOME and we listened to it a few times all the way through on the ride up to Canmore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Present #2.. this sweet reversible belt, bumping up Andrew's belt population from 1 to 2.. wait 3.. wait, I dunno.. more than before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5190049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5190049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5190052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5190052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yeah.. thats right.. ass shots. For all you ladies out there. WTF biatch stop looking at my boyfriends butt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Present #3 - the Argyle sweater. After teaching Andrew exactly what argyle was, I found it only fitting to buy him some of his own. Plus he's so darn cute in sweaters, I couldn't resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5190066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5190066.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5190068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5190068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;On the left, a picture I call - "Eyeing the Diet Pepsi - one man's journey through a refreshing beverage".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The picture on the right is called - "Could your patterns clash any more? No really, could they? Cause I'd like to see that. That'd be great, two patterns clashing more than those. Yep.. sure would. Ohhh patterns."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh and Present #4 was the very very mellow Neverending White Lights CD. Great music, but don't listen to it while driving.. if you want to stay awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So, onto the 2 monthaversary. I woke up to a beautiful bouquet of a dozen red and pink roses. I kept telling Andrew to send the room service lady away but he insisted on answering the door... i'm glad he didn't listen to me. But if he EVER doesn't listen to me again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5200087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5200087.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5210004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5210004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Awww, anniversary TOASTER STRUDELS. The best kind too - strawberry.. with badly drawn hearts. Well okay, its only mine that is badly drawn, was i DRUNK?? And on the right.. we get all dressed up to go out for a nice dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;AND THEN AFTER DINNER.. we had a litttttle photo shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5210009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5210009.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5210013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5210013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Andrew's new female friend, and my new "mail" friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5210024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5210024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5210037crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5210037crop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh we are such posers. I love Canmore cause the whole town looks like a photoshoot backdrop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5210026.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5210026.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Especially this part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And then our weekend sadly drew to a close. We found we had quite a bit of work to do before leaving the room how we found it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5210046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5210046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5210045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5210045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But soon we were headed back towards the big city, armed with good music, a half dozen fresh bagels, and a vase of roses strapped into the back seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5210050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5210050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5210054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5210054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And THAT, my friends, is what you get when you let 2 of the goofiest people on earth go to another part of the province BY THEMSELVES. Yeah, you'll be sure never to do that again, won't you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thats all for now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-114931945358763905?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/114931945358763905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=114931945358763905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114931945358763905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114931945358763905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/06/colleenanmore-andrewventure.html' title='The Colleenanmore Andrewventure...'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-114767418714219162</id><published>2006-05-15T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:29:42.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime.. and the living is easy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Wait... not really. The living kinda sucks with my parents. BOO. I hate not being on my own anymore. SO I'm starting to look for an apartment to rent by myself. I think i really really need that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;In the meantime I just spend as much time as possible out of the house with Andrew. He fixes everything. How did I get so lucky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It's nice to have people back now, and I guess an upside of being back in this community is getting to hang out with them when they go out. Matt E, Laura, Lindsay, Jamie, Andrew and I went to the Point the other night.. oh and how could I forget... Lindsay's PARENTS!! Hehe her parents are great! We all had a great chat and then they sped off in their super sporty red convertible. What's that you say? You don't believe me?? I HAVE PROOF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4280121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4280121.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4280125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4280125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Ooh and then Lisa, Matt, Andrew and I went to Moxies because how on earth could Lisa Matt and I get together without going to that place!! Lets just say, we were VERY glad that none of us work there anymore. But it was nice to sit and have drinks and chat... and then go to summerstock and see the kids.. and then go to 7-11 and get glowing candy worms. UH HUH, you heard me!! I have proof of that too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5020158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5020158.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5020161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5020161.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Everythings fine until ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5020165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5020165.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5020167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5020167.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Someone gets a glow worm in the nose!! OUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And next up we have Matt and I doing a little bit of reverse-face acting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5020168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5020168.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5020169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5020169.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I call it: Sad, then happy, then happy, then sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Awh but all good times must come to an end.. Matt's last night in Calgary until .. Christmas probably, we went to Timmy's and had a really random time with hybrid donuts and a couple highschool musical theatre guys we haven't seen in forever. All I have to say is "Man, island, email"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5050028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5050028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5050029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5050029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Bye bye Matty, see you soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Last night Andrew and I went to a party with his friends. His friends are such a hoot, we had a great time. Some classic moments were the coining of the term "Mangoed" by Byron, and Kidd's purple shirt and sporty sweatband. Oh.. you bet i have proof of that too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5130030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5130030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5130031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5130031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;man, those are some classic faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright thats enough for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I suck at regular updating right now so thats whats up with the overload of pictures. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope you're all having a great summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-114767418714219162?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/114767418714219162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=114767418714219162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114767418714219162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114767418714219162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/05/summertime-and-living-is-easy.html' title='Summertime.. and the living is easy!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-114615769119985458</id><published>2006-04-27T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T11:29:05.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Done done done done done done!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;About an hour ago i finished my last exam of my 2nd year of university! Business Law, egh. its over!! So excited. Even more so because now i have a job and i don't have to be stressed about ANYTHING AT ALL (except finishing moving out and cleaning the apartment and all, but thats only mild stress).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this job.. for the next entire year i will be the (full time) Supplies Project Analyst co-op student for Marks Work Wearhouse's corporate office. YAAAY. It scares me that i'm taking a whole year off school to do this, but i guess in the co-op program i'd be doing it anyways, the program is a full 12 months no matter how you split it up. Most people do 2 different terms with different companies, but i guess mine will all be with Mark's, in a row. So i'll be going back to university next summer i guess, with summer courses. Sca-ry!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be living at my parents for the summer, not only cause its cheaper but because it's closer to the job than Rez is (i could have stayed in rez over the summer). I have NO idea how this is going to be. I've been on my own for 8 months, its going to be so hard going back! I guess thats how everyone feels when they go away for university, but it just .. sucks. I'll have a car to use though so that will definitely be a plus. Then i don't know what i'm going to do when the fall comes, cause before i got this job i was supposed to live in rez in an apartment with Steph and Jenn. I still want to for sure, but i don't know how that will work with the car and driving to work in the winter. I want to take 1 night course per semester next yr though cause i just don't know what i'd do if i completely wasn't going to school, so maybe it'll all work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Okay.. so i guess when i said i had no stress left.. i lied. So. much. stress. BUT it's summer now (well technically spring but its summer for us university kids!) and i just need to have fun and get a damn tan!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So it was heather's bday last week. Holy crap everyone is starting to turn 20!! Here's a few pics that i got before i started to feel deathly ill and had to go home :) Hope you had a good bday heather! We'll all have to go out and get really trashed to celebrate your bday and the end of school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4180103.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4180103.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4180104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4180104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We slow danced a bit, and then heather made a j-bone-reminiscent face. Classic.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now all i have to do is get the rest of my stuff from my room packed up and then i'll come back later on the weekend to clean the living room with Carina and get all my kitchen stuff. Awww its the end of an era. I'm going to miss Carina so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1090007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/P1090007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm definitely going to try and visit her when she's working on her thesis in toronto this summer, and then i'll have to go up to Germany to visit and maybe tour around France too. THAT would be a great trip! I'm going to miss all the Germannns!! And the Scots! Man, damn all the foreign people for being.. foreign.. and leaving :(&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright thats it for me for now,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go flames GO!!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-114615769119985458?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/114615769119985458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=114615769119985458' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114615769119985458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114615769119985458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/04/done-done-done-done-done-done.html' title='Done done done done done done!!!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-114583364099451723</id><published>2006-04-23T17:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:39:51.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams, moving, and jobs</title><content type='html'>Three things that stress me out so much... and ALL happening at the same time! How luck am I. So yeah, i'm done 2 final exams now, which went okay (at least i think they did, so lets keep our fingers crossed). The next one i have is my french test tomorrow which wouldn't be bad at all except its mostly french history and i hate/am bad at history in general. But the worst will definitely be my business law test on thursday. I just don't want to even do that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what doesn't stress me out? BSD! At the university on the last day of classes we have a 'Bermuda Shorts Day' party allll day and there are beer gardens at school and then (if you make it that far) you go out to various clubs at night. I actually made it to the club this year, which is a step up from last year when i almost fell asleep on the train on the way home from the university at like 7pm (see last year's BSD entry &lt;a href="http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_colleensays_archive.html"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;. I'm not going to post a bunch of pictures because my whole album is up on facebook so you can see it &lt;a href="http://ucalgary.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2001833&amp;l=596f0&amp;amp;id=120600792"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt; even if you're not already on facebook. But here's a few delightful pics to tickle your interest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4120030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4120030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4120068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4120068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm we went for the pancake breakfast for all the rez kids before hitting up the beer gardens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4120075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4120075.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4120086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4120086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left is one of the bands on the main stage, called the HorrorPops, who were pretty good but i must admit i wasn't paying a lot of attention considering i was on probably my 6th drink. However, if last year's Bedouin Soundclash BSD performance turned success story is any indication, perhaps we'll be hearing a lot from the HorrorPops in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on the right there is proof that we actually made it to the club! YAAAAY. Too bad Andrew, me, and Steph all got the flu... in that order.. starting that night. But we're alive now, against all odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right okay so the other night I went to go see Andrew's band &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/lionsandtigersandbears"&gt; Lions and Tigers and Bears &lt;/a&gt; play at the bar at SAIT. I'd heard some of their songs before, on their MySpace and on their website, and of course i've heard Andrew sing/play guitar before and he's amazing, but I have to say i was really impressed with the quality of their music live. Some bands are great on recordings and in real life you're like 'what.. on earth.. is this racket?!', but not LTB. Anyhow, i was impressed, as was Steph who came along w/her bf Jon to keep me company while Andrew was up on stage. I tried to take a few pics but the quality turned out pretty bad whether i had the flash on or not. Here's a couple though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4210114fix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4210114fix.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4210117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4210117.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the right is Andrew's cousin Cody, the band's drummer, being a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tiger, &lt;/span&gt;and Andrew being the worst Lion i have ever seen. I'm so not intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is up? Well this week coming up i'll find out if i have a job for the summer. If i don't get one of the ones i've interviewed for for the co-op program, then i am thinking i might just take a full course load of classes in the spring and summer semesters, that way i'd be a semester ahead in school and could then do a co-op work term in the fall. If that's the case then i'll still live here in Rez for the summer, but i will have to move to a different building because my building isn't open in the summer for students (they use it for conference housing). However, if i do get one of these jobs then i will be moving home to my parents' house cause they're in the south and it just makes more sense. So either way there is moving in my future, and i have NO time to pack since i still have 2 exams left and i have to move out of this room by friday. BOOO. Oh well, i'm excited to see what the future has in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh it was so nice out the other day, i got my mom to take a pic of my dad and I. He's wearing the UofC dad shirt to support me, and i am wearing the Lions and Tigers and Bears shirt to support Andrew... and cause i just like the shirt.. and cause i have nothing else red and it was a flames game day.. wait, i don't have to explain my clothing choices to you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4200111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4200111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright thats about enough blabbing on for me.&lt;br /&gt;See you all in the summer, it starts for me in 4 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-114583364099451723?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/114583364099451723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=114583364099451723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114583364099451723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114583364099451723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/04/exams-moving-and-jobs.html' title='Exams, moving, and jobs'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-114460903933631409</id><published>2006-04-09T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T13:09:56.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>rockstars!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This post is all about rockstars. Nothing else, just rockstars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;First of all, i went to see Metric in concert at Mac Hall last week. It was super. They had 2 opening bands who i had never heard of and didn't listen to as i spent the entire first 3 hours of the supposed 'show time' in the beer 'gardens' (there was NOTHING botanical about it, that is why i put it in quotations), oh and i didn't even drink beer in this 'garden' of 'beer'. I drank smirnoff ice, out of a can... well out of the can and into a plastic cup with ice. I'm not sure if you know, but i'm sort of obsessed with ice.. and straws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RIGHT.. i went to a concert, and OF COURSE i got pictures! did you expect anything less of me? Here's the best ones of the show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4040184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4040184.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4040174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4040174.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;These are thanks to my awesome position atop the shoulders of a really tall guy. It worked out great until security got on my case and made me get down. What kind of concert spirit is that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And here's a few from before the show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4030158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4030158.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4030163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4030163.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Exhibit A: Sam being a high fashion model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Exhibit B: Beer 'gardens', pfffft, is that concrete i see??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Alright so that's a fair bit of rockstar.. but not quite enough if you ask me. Therefore i present to you - Colleen and Andrew being rockstars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4060210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4060210.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4060198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4060198.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Alright i'll admit to being a giant poser. I hadn't even ever played an electric guitar, much less am i in a band like Andrew. Sigh.... someday Colleen, someday. Oh and some of you sharp-minded folks might have realized that the 2nd picture is slightly crooked. Wine may or may not have been involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So that's all the rockstar-esque things that have happened to me this week, thus the end of this post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-114460903933631409?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/114460903933631409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=114460903933631409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114460903933631409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114460903933631409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/04/rockstars.html' title='rockstars!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-114402812246145876</id><published>2006-04-02T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:35:22.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: Graphic Content (not for the squemish or easily startled)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright, i made it through the tonsillectomy and then my grampas funeral and then just didn't feel like writing for quite a while. So now i'm here, trying to make up for lost time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I fully documented my stay in the hospital.. well.. without the actual surgery stuff cause i was kinda knocked out for that making picture taking impossible. Lets start with a nice graphic look at what my throat looked like before, w/huge tonsils.. followed by the after shot so you can see just how great it is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P3150094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P3150094.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P3260144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P3260144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Okay so you can see some white stuff in my throat on the right but thats just my throat healing from the cauterizing and all. I took that pic about a week ago and i think that's pretty much all gone now. Lovely, i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright well that was the end of the graphic pictures, now i'll show you what i did pre-surgery while waiting around for hours and post-surgery in my hospital bed : KNIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P3150100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P3150100.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P3150105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P3150105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Yeah. check the awesome blue gown. I so wish i could have kept that. But okay, all knitting aside.. it was really the most painful thing i have ever experienced, the week after was HELL. I was extremely hungry &amp; thirsty, anything and everything hurt my throat, plus i had the funeral to go to.. and get this, on my list of things not to do after sugery: do not CRY. umm right. i broke that one. Anyhow here's a pic of me right after waking up from the anesthetic, and then my hand after they took that horrid IV out. I had that bruise for weeks. Gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P3150102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P3150102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P3160107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P3160107.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright well thats that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It was painfull as all hell, for too damn long. But i'm great now and the only side affect is sometimes when i drink too fast it comes out my nose. I sure hope that doesn't last or it'd be the end of my beer bonging days (wait, when were those?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh and i think i'm out of my blogging slump now so i'll probably be posting lots more soon. And my knitting is getting pretty big. I'll take a pic soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-114402812246145876?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/114402812246145876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=114402812246145876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114402812246145876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114402812246145876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/04/warning-graphic-content-not-for.html' title='WARNING: Graphic Content (not for the squemish or easily startled)'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-114248841644088768</id><published>2006-03-15T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:10:48.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonsils, open mics, and other great stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Alright well tomorrow is d-day. I guess i should say.. in 7 hours, since i have to be at the hospital at 6 freaking 30 am!!! whaaaat. that is just not cool. maybe i should go to bed in my clothes and just get my mom to carry me to the hospital in the morning. good plan colleen, good plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyways yes, i'm getting my tonsils out.. a tonsillectomy if you will. Now you might think this is a rather harmless procedure and plenty of people get it done, but that is usually CHILDREN and apparently as an adult (which, as much as you wouldn't believe it, i AM) it really really hurts. I'm supposed to stay at home for a week and completely rest, meanwhile probably lose 10 pounds from not being able to eat anything. BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My grampa died yesterday. I will refer you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/11/family-ties.html"&gt; this post &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; if you don't know what was going on with my grampa. Anyhow so we're going up to Hanna, Alberta on Sunday for the funeral on Monday. I hope I'm well enough to go, i would really hate to miss it. But i doubt i'll be in any shape to visit with relatives, which is really a shame. Anyhow, i'm really going to miss my grampa. He was such a strong person and always had a smile on his face for his grandchildren. He told stories of the old west like nobody else could, and put gravy on his cake and didn't care what anyone else thought about it. I love him so much, and i love my gramma and i hope that will all of her family around her in the next week she'll be able to come through this okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC250173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC250173.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;There's my gramps at christmas time with my brother. Man he is so cool with his sunglasses on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyhow so yeah, that is my week up ahead. I plan on thoroughly documenting my tonsil extravaganza, although i won't be able to get any pics of the actual surgery, i will try and get my mom to snap as many as she can afterwards. I bought tons of yummy things to eat next week, but i've read some scary websites that say i won't want to eat anything for DAYS afterwards. Man, now i can see why they say i'll lose 10 pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Okay ! its about time for something fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yesterday (tuesday) David and I worked up a little set to play at open mic. at the Den. We got video of it and as soon as i find away to post that video you can be sure i will. In the meantime i'll show you a couple pictures and you can just imagine us singing, hehe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P3140076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P3140076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P3140074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P3140074.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Alright well thats about all that's new for now. Ooh i got a second interview for Enterprise Rent-a-car for the position of co-op student management trainee. That could be good. Who knows. All i know is it's better than working in a restaurant all summer again, and plus if i do a co-op job then i can stay living in rez cause i'm considered a full time student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Right well wish me luck as i am about get to get my tonsils cut and cauterized out of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I sooo wish i could get a picture of that for you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-114248841644088768?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/114248841644088768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=114248841644088768' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114248841644088768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114248841644088768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/03/tonsils-open-mics-and-other-great.html' title='Tonsils, open mics, and other great stuff'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-114215670486786113</id><published>2006-03-12T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:19:30.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've come to the realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;.. i have so many things to be excited about. I have school to work on, friends to be with, music to make, things to knit, food to cook! One thing i don't have is any energy to put towards any negative thoughts and i certainly do not plan on expending any of my energy on any negative people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I think i've done a pretty good job of surrounding myself with great people. For example, you who are reading this.. probably a friend, a great friend.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;what are you excited about right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Let me know, i'd love to hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What am i excited about right now? midterms are over! that is great. Oh and i'm getting my tonsils out on thursday. Okay, now you probably don't think that's very exciting but for me it is. I've been living with huge enflamed tonsils for a bit over 2 years now. It is terrible. And YES, this is how long it really takes to get an appointment. Even longer if you don't settle for the scary chinese doctor who sticks things up your nose without warning. Anyways the point is, i'm excited, its going to hurt a lot but once it's all better then i won't have to deal with getting sick all the time and having a constant horribly sore throat. Plus i told my dad he had better stock-pile some jello and pudding for me.. ooh i should add popsicles to that list for SURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm also excited because i'm going to the Metric concert in April here at Mac Hall! I haven't been to a concert since i saw Bryan Adams in gr 12 so really, i can't WAIT! Metric is awesome and i'll probably have no voice the next day cause i'll lose it from singing so loud to every one of their songs. Especially "Poster of a Girl" cause its partly in french and i mean come on.. so bilingually talented this band is! Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mmm, excitement. I'm excited that unless something goes terribly wrong, Steph, Jenn and I should be living together in an apartment in rez next year. THAT is so exciting! Only thing that would make it better is if Carina could stay in Canada and live with us, aww, i'm going to miss my little German roommate. Anyhow yes, roomies next yr! I cant wait to make trips to ikea just to find sweet new things to decorate with, and trips to the grocery store to pack our freezer so full that it won't close, and parties and potlucks and movie nights! It'll be really nice having friends coming into next year after having to fend for myself at school 2 years in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Speaking of Steph, here she is in the flesh-- well she WAS there in the flesh but to bring it to the screen i had to capture the moment with the digital cam. and well, you know the drill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P3100054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P3100054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P3100057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P3100057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;On the left: Steph and Mitch and 'their baby', very realistic, cute family (disclaimer: baby not actually theirs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;On the right: here we are at the Roadhouse after Mitch's giant party finally died down (disclaimer: party was not actually giant at all). Mitch said he was pretending to kiss me in that picture but it looks to me more like he's trying to spit in my hair.. not nice mitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hmm so that was last night. What else have i been up to lately other than the proceedings of hellweek (for those of you who don't understand hellweek to its fullest extent: 3 midterms, 1 paper and 1 presentation, all within 4 days, uh huh).. well:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1) i had to get my dad to take my guitar in to get fixed cause one string was rattling all the time, so i've been completely devastated not being able to play at all for the past week, and apparently i'm not getting it back now till next weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2) I came out of the closet. Photographic evidence here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P3040022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P3040022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(Disclaimer: was only in closet for food-fetching purposes, coming out of the closet was purely to avoid suffocating and is not in any way affiliated with any confessions of secret emotions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P3040030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P3040030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Went to the roadhouse last weekend as well. However that was only due to Stephanie's whimsical following of cute boys so i shall not take any blame for the roadhouse overload this month, okay? Plus Anna and Ever were there so really was there any other way to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We had a bit of a fiasco with frozen vegetables in a plastic bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was cooking something on one burner and karen had seen me using it, so i didn't think anything of it when i took my pot off the burner. However.. it didn't really register with her that the burner was hot and she put her giant club sized bag of veggies on the burner and when she went to lift it up.. ALL OVER THE FLOOR went the little peas and carrots and beans. Oh it was hilarious.. and cold on the feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/89/2218/1024/P3070049.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/89/2218/200/P3070049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright that's all for me this week :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hope you all had a wonderful weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-114215670486786113?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/114215670486786113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=114215670486786113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114215670486786113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114215670486786113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-come-to-realization.html' title='i&apos;ve come to the realization'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-114162959095394870</id><published>2006-03-06T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T05:49:17.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poetry in motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Afternoon in the Life of a Girl With Too Much Time on Her Hands&lt;br /&gt;by Colleen Dauncey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P3050042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/P3050042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; The zeros on my inbox page taunt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;0 new messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;0 messages from your contacts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;0 junk mail messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;an hour later - zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;two hours later - zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;three hours later - zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;zero, you get the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;then I remember I'm a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a girl who likes boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;boys aren't like girls at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;boys don't check their e-mail every hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;so I wouldn't have to wait and check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;the zeros taunting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;every step of the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh man i have been up way too long writing a paper for my communications studies class. It's going to be a good one though, it's on the song "Nothing Better" by The Postal Service and the reason it's taking me so long is that i have SO much to say about it. We're supposed to pick one aspect of the text and analyze it for this paper but it's so hard to narrow it down to one. I start talking about the audience of the text and move to talking about the credibility of the band and end up talking about Jen Wood and how she came to sing Ben Gibbard's lyrics. It is now 5:44am. I have been working on this since 5:00pm yesterday, and i'm still not bored. Not at all. This is why it's nice to be able to pick your own topic for a paper :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Still not going to bed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;must prepare my presentation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But i will say goodnight to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-114162959095394870?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/114162959095394870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=114162959095394870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114162959095394870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114162959095394870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/03/poetry-in-motion.html' title='poetry in motion'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-114091308622463299</id><published>2006-02-25T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:01:56.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cowboys, cowboys everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So last weekend we went to Ranchman's. It was quite the struggle to actually get there, Steph and I decided to go and got ALL dressed up, then we thought everyone else had left already so we changed back into comfy clothing to stay in and watch a movie and drink bellinis, and then turns out they HADNT left and were leaving in like 10 min and forced us to go, so we had to change back into nice clothes and i had to do something with the half made bellinis and it was just altogether very hectic. BUT we drank the bellinis out of a waterbottle in the van, got there around 11 and had a great time - evidence as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/100_6624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/100_6624.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/Edward%2040%20hands%2017.2.06%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/Edward%2040%20hands%2017.2.06%20025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/Edward%2040%20hands%2017.2.06%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/Edward%2040%20hands%2017.2.06%20030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We danced up a storm, even Fabian who said he doesn't dance got caught in this comprimising position. He SAID they were just posing for the camera but i dont buy it for a minute. he dance and he LIKED it. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i said cowboys everywhere, and that is because mere days after going to Ranchman's, all the same people went to see "Brokeback Mountain". Meanwhile David had THIS picture as his msn picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/100_6615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/100_6615.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just a coincidence.. i'm sure. Hehehe. More Ranchman's pictures can be found in my photo albums on facebook (see link on right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so that is 2 activities full of cowboys, what.. you ask.. could be next? howabout COWBOYS! yes, we did venture off to Cowboy's for a little thursday night action, but first a lovely dinner at Open Sesame and some gettin ready with the girls at Lindsay's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P2230001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P2230001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P2230003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P2230003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the right is Pam, Beth, Lindsay, Maren and I - we all went to elementary school together so we had to get in this shot! 10 yrs later and we're still all hanging out. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/n94802389_30123905_653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/n94802389_30123905_653.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/n94802389_30123854_1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/n94802389_30123854_1021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.. escorted out by the cops?? Naw, just posing for a typical drunken Colleen picture! And on the right .. the obligatory COWBOY picture!! i told you this post was full of cowboys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this link for the rest of mine and stef's pics from that night, there are some GREAT (and scandalous) ones:&lt;br /&gt;http://ucalgary.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2000919&amp;l=b2b01&amp;amp;id=120600792&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that is ENOUGH, i have so much to catch up on before all my midterms this week. I obviously was too busy with cow-folk to get any homework done. Can you blame me? no, no you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx a bunch to Lindsay for our great day together and Stef for our wonderful night together! Love you guys so much and it was so nice to have you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-114091308622463299?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/114091308622463299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=114091308622463299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114091308622463299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/114091308622463299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/02/cowboys-cowboys-everywhere.html' title='cowboys, cowboys everywhere'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113980546150852594</id><published>2006-02-12T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:01:56.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SRTs with wine and cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright it was about time for another brain dump with SRTs (scattered random thoughts), where Colleen just writes everything she thinks of, even if it is ridiculously stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1) WHEN are Meredith and Dr. Shepherd going to realize that they need to be together? They keep taunting us with longing looks at each other and thinking of each other when they think they might die... BUT REALLY.. they never freaking DO anything about it. WE, as single people of the world, need to believe that love really does exist and we need to see it happen on our favorite hit show, so goddammit! STOP DEPRIVING US!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2) i made risotto last night. It's part of my new program to learn how to cook something new learn how to use a strange new ingredient each week. Last week was orzo, the week before was shallots. This week is risotto, and in particular chicken risotto with fontina and asiago cheese. (That is where the CHEESE part of my name comes in) It wasn't perfect - from what i hear risotto is a tough dish to get 'just right' - but it was dee-lish and i will definitely be trying it again. Here it is in all it's glory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P2110037%20Standard%20e-mail%20view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/P2110037%20Standard%20e-mail%20view.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;yes, i do take pictures of food. not all food, just food i make that is new or interesting or i'm just particularly proud of making. If you have any negative thoughts towards me about this, such as ridicule or mocking .. you're wrong.. you are really just covering up for your jealousy. BUT if you're nice to me, i just might make YOU a meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3) i chipped my tooth. One of my front bottom teeth, just at the very side. I have no clue how or when all i know is that today when i took a drink of water it really hurt cause it was cold, and i looked at my tooth and sure enough it was chipped. darn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4) speaking of teeth i'm going to the orthodontist tomorrow for what i HOPE is my last check-up. If all goes well, at this appointment they will schedule the grand OFF-COMING of my braces, which would probably be a month or so after tomorrow. SO, everyone cross your fingers for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5) I had the most random and FUN weekend. Click on the "My Albums" link on the side if you want to see pics from around rez and at the den, and you should.. cause they're funny. I'll give you a little preview:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/4%20cascade%20saurday%20night%20adventure%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/4%20cascade%20saurday%20night%20adventure%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P2110040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P2110040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;On the left is me doing a little acrobatics in the service elevator, and on the right is where the WINE part of this blog comes in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6) i am addicted to cookie dough. why don't they have a support group for that? CDA - Cookie Doughaholics Anonymous, for all the people addiced to cookie doughahol. We could use some help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7) I don't miss the c-train. I don't miss getting up deathly early to take a busy crowded bus to the ctrain station and then wait for 10 min in the cold and then get on the even more crowded ctrain and not get a seat and then ride half the way to the university standing up while trying to balance my backpack so that it doesn't fall over into the mud on the ground, until finally we let off enough business people and highschool students that i can find that one seat next to a strange person who is most likely going to ask me for money or try and start some conversation about the weather in which i have no interest in participating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No, i don't miss that. But i do miss having the time each day to just sit, and not have to do anything. Yes there was that hellish month when i was in English 231 and i had to read Frankenstein in 2 weeks and then Jane Eyre the next 2 weeks, so i HAD to read on the train otherwise i'd never have finished. BUT other than that, i took that time on the train for myself. The thing i miss the most is listening to my mp3 player and knitting. Knitting on the train. How awesome. I don't even KNIT anymore cause i feel like i can't afford to. Anytime i'm sitting around i feel liike i should be doing homework, i don't usually do it, but i also don't start knitting cause that would be obvious disregard for the fact that there is homework to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So yes, i miss that one thing about the c-train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8) cooookie douuuuugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;9) this semester is going by SO fast. especially compared to last semester, i mean this is just insane. It's almost reading week. That is just nutty. Before i know it i'll be getting my tonsils out, well.. i hope i know it before i get them out cause it'd be a little scary waking up from THAT nap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;10) I am going to have to get SO much work done this week if i want to spend some time in reading week with my friends who will be home from university. I have 1 big presentation and 3 midterms the week after reading week. Those 3 midterms are my 3 hardest, they're all 3 hours long, and they're all within 22 hours. Three tests in 22 hours. NOT .. FAIR. To add insult to injury, those 22 hours span friday afternoon, night, and saturday morning. MY GOD, tests on a friday night and a saturday morning should be illegal. OUTLAWED even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;11) On our way to the Den on thursday night we went through the kinesiology building so that we wouldn't have to brave the cold winter weather. We saw, what is PROBABLY the craziest, most ridiculous sport i have ever been a witness to.. i present to you: Crazy Final Fantasy Fighting Man:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P2090028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/400/P2090028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(you NEED to click on the picture and enlarge it as much as you can to see exactly what we were dealing with)  Needless to say the picture isn't GREAT cause i was a little scared of taking a picture of someone who looked like this. There was a whole fleet of them.. i could have been DEAD right after that flash went off. So i tried to conceal it the best i could and then we ran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;After discussing what sport this could possibly be, we only had one conclusion - it's not fencing cause they sure don't wear crazy black cloaks. Other than that we have no clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright that's it for SRTs this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'll get you  next time gadget... nexxxttttt tiiiiime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113980546150852594?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113980546150852594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113980546150852594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113980546150852594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113980546150852594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/02/srts-with-wine-and-cheese.html' title='SRTs with wine and cheese'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113929294186185669</id><published>2006-02-06T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:11:55.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Alright before i forget, i added a link on the RIGHT ---&gt; that you can click on to access ALL of my photo albums on Facebook. I should also not forget to thank STEF for introducing me to facebook :) Keep checking on those albums cause i'll keep adding to them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Now onto my new project. I haven't knit/crocheted anything since Lisa's mittens (which i'm still waiting on a picture of, i forgot to get one at x-mas, in the midst of the big red-wine fiasco, oh dear!).. so i need to get knitting, i totally miss it! I found this gorgeous brown variegated yarn, and it was cheap too! Who cares that its acrylic, its pretty. So i'm going to make a tube top out of it, i want the bust of the tube top in a solid rib, but the rest of the body is going to be in this lace pattern:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/swatchsquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/400/swatchsquare.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The top is the pattern pic from the book "Stitch 'n Bitch Nation" and its super cute, but i don't have enough yarn OR patience to make the entire sweater, so yeah i'm just going with the tube top. The bottom pics are my actual yarn and a little swatch i knit up. Its too bad that it's so damn hard to get a good pic of a swatch. Oh well i'll keep you posted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend was fun, went to the den a few times, went to the Roadhouse one night, and then we had a little beach party over at Krystles (across the hall from me) and didn't QUITE make it to the Den as planned. BUT here is us in our beach attire ! Yay for Krystle my awesome neighbor who i just discovered is a wild party animal like myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P2050007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/400/P2050007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Krystle is the one beside me on the rightand the other two are her awesome friends from back home in Nova Scotia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In other news i'm still on the job hunt. I made Leanne make me promise to actually write up my first cover letter tonight, so THATS what i'm procrastinating doing RIGHT NOW!! If only cover letters were as easy to write as blog entries. Why oh why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Alright fine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i'll go do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113929294186185669?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113929294186185669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113929294186185669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113929294186185669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113929294186185669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-new-project.html' title='my new project'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113884485718674944</id><published>2006-02-01T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:20:26.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm officially in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;.. with Facebook!! What an awesome idea. This thing links everyone who goes to school together, or went to highschool together, or have common friends. Its neat-o. My favorite thing now is the fact that it takes like 5 minutes to upload an entire album of pictures.. you have to realize it takes me like half an hour just to get 10 pictures onto blogger. SO now i'm just going to post a little tease for you and then give you a link to go see a photo album in facebook (you can see the album even if you're not a member, but you'll have to become a member to go look at my profile or anything).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sooo this weekend we had a strange night in rez.. we had some random party to go to but we didn't really know anyone and ended up just wandering the halls a lot .. oh yeah and we had a little excursion down in the basement..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1290118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1290118.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1290127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1290127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;David and Carina drinking while pumping some iron in the basement gym in Cascade! And on the right: best face contest winner 2006 (david not me :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Okay so to see the full album just copy paste this link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;http://ucalgary.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2000597&amp;l=d5b3e&amp;amp;id=120600792&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;yaaaay facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Alright and wow, i had a super long weekend and did tons of things. Had a whole Heather day on thursday including lunch at the Santa Fé grill, 5 hours of shopping at southcentre, chocolate fondu at my parents house, and going to see 'Memoirs of a Geisha' with Stevey Walker. Oh my gosh it was so good. Not action filled or particularly emotional, but it was just a BEAUTIFUL movie. Funniest part, however, was right after the movie when Steve said : "The whole time i thought they were CHINESE! I was wondering what the war was doing in China!" .. ohhh boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Here is us all happy in the car: (man i love the dashboard/camera/timer thing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1280084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/P1280084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Well, i have a business law quiz tomorrow so i should probably stop procrastinating and start reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;You all have a lovely week :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113884485718674944?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113884485718674944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113884485718674944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113884485718674944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113884485718674944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-officially-in-love.html' title='i&apos;m officially in love'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113818043468540172</id><published>2006-01-25T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T02:18:46.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a lovely week</title><content type='html'>Well, just to make everyone else even more jealous, it has been above 0 degrees all week and for the most part the avg. has be 7 or 8 degrees. EAT THAT, eat it all with a giant spoon, especially you Akiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just to keep updated with my co-op program situation, i'm all registered now and set up, so now all i have left to do is apply my face off. Apparently the average is applying for about 15-20 jobs before you get one. GREAT. I really really have time for all of that. On top of that none of the jobs listed so far have been IBUS (international business) jobs, but hey-- if i was in accounting or finance i'd be SET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we went out last week for Brandi's 20th birthday! All grown up.. no longer a teenager. We went to Moxie's downtown for a little nosh and some great margaritas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1180053birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1180053birthday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1180054fix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1180054fix.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely at the pic on the right, the drink-cube box that Brandi just threw is actually in mid air. She swears that she planned it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for my artsy picture of the week: Andrea's reflection in the window of the c-train with the SAIT stop in the background. ooooh, aahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1180061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/P1180061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooh one new thing we've been doing is going skating at the Oval a lot. We went once last semester (which is where these pics are from) and then this semester i just decided it would be a fun thing to do and i guess so did the rest of our group... the other day we had 11 people from Cascade alone going all at the same time. BEAUTIFUL, we were like gangs-on-ice all walking there together and skating around and then walking home. Hah. Anyways it's great excercise and fun and i'm getting better.. plus i haven't fallen once, even when i try to skate backwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/100_6367.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/100_6367.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the gang.. don't we look tough? You'd hate to see THAT skating towards you at full speed.. but mainly because most of us have no clue how to stop on skates !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/100_6368.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/100_6368.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/100_6371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/100_6371.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me skating backwards and David skating forwards! Do you think our skating reflects our direction in life? i hope not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i should get to bed. HOWEVER this weekend is going to be fun because i now have no classes on fridays anymore! YAAAY 3 day weekend every weekend. Maybe i'll pick up some knitting again, i've been sorely neglecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113818043468540172?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113818043468540172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113818043468540172' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113818043468540172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113818043468540172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-lovely-week.html' title='what a lovely week'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113756765803113388</id><published>2006-01-17T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T01:00:41.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a lovely day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Today at one point when i checked the weather it was 7 degrees above!! EAT THAT everyone who doesn't live in calgary!! It was amazing. It was so nice and sunny and not cold out today that it was absolutely impossible to not be in a great-tacular mood. Normally after a 6:00am fire drill in rez. i would NOT be having a good day, but somehow i did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;One thing that was great about today was that after my business law class i toodled on over to my french class thinking it was going to be horrible. I even bought myself a huge slice of hawaiian pizza with ranch dressing and a diet pepsi from the sweet little cafeteria in the Education building just to make myself happy before french. BUT to my surprise when i got there.. half the students were gone! It was GREAT. Now you have to realize that last semester my french class had 9 students in it, my prof was AMAZING, and they moved us into this little janitor-closet-type room and we sat around a big conference table at comfy chairs. SO this semester when i walked into a class with a prof i didn't know and a full class of over 30 students all crammed into little tiny desks, i was NOT happy. For the first week none of us even got to speak french except if we were asking a question, so that sucked. I was all prepared to just hate this class until today, when it just suddenly turned good. So I sat down with my pizza and pop and had lunch while learning about prepositions. YAY -- lunch and learning ... the classic combo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright so i'm still not completely caught up with all my courses and the massive amounts of reading we have to do, but really.. who reads all the chapters they're sposed to every night anyways? Thats definitely something that is better left to the last week before the midterm. Mhmm, thats my story and i'm sticking to it. What is more important is watching the 2 hour season premiere of American Idol.. oh yeah!! SO classic. The only sad thing is i'm not living at home so i can't watch it every week with my mom like we used to do :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OH MY GOSH, so the germans, the scots and I went up to Edmonton last Saturday to go to the mall. We went to the University of Alberta for a little bit and i got to see Linday.. so sorry for the no shout out before homie, so here it is -- YO YO WASSUP MY L-DIZZLE in the E-DizTON i MISSIZZLE your NIZZLE and SIZZLE yeaaah. Anyhoo, i didn't take my camera up to Edmonton due to the fact that i got up 5 minutes before we were leaving so i was lucky to even have pants on when i was dragged out the door, but i got a few pics from David and hopefully i'll get some more from Carina or Anna later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/edmonton%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/edmonton%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So the 'tourists' decided they wanted to see the Alberta Legislature buildings. Me being super tired and also thinking i was too cool for all of that, decided to stay in the car. Well LOOK what i missed out on. SO choked. This picture is PRIME, especially since it's a bunch of foreigners with a giant Canadian flag. Apparently they just have those blazers there for you to put on and get a picture, how rad is that? Even if David did have to wear a women's jacket, hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And I like to call the next section "why the Germans are so strange":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/100_6498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/100_6498.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/100_6501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/100_6501.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;... yes, that is a belt around Frank's head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;THEN my dearest Lisa came to meet us at West Ed. and her and I shopped for a good 9 hours. I spent $400!!! AAAH, there goes all my christmas money and more. but it was so worth it, spending a whole day with my bestest girl and eating one of those banana chocolate coconut crepes, and eating at Taco Bell (we need a taco bell in OUR mall for god sakes), oh and eating at 'death by chocolate' .. good thing i worked off all that poundage by shopping. I can't wait to go back up there again to visit her and lindsay and maybe stay in rez with them? EEeee!! it'd be great cause i don't have classes on Fridays at all so i could go up thursday night and stay for 3 days! Yaay. It's really sweet having a long weekend EVERY weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHECK OUT lisa's awesome post about our Edmonton excursion on her blog: http://awakeislove.blogspot.com (or just click on *lisa* on the right hand side of this page)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ooh and now i have some pictures to show you. Last week we had our Moxie's staff party at Tantra, they had the whole place just for Moxie's staff from all the Moxie's around Calgary. Jeff and Lindsay came and picked me up, and since the theme was "Hollywood Holiday Party" they decided we should dress up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1090035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1090035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1090038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1090038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jeff was Tom Cruise in Top Gun and Lindsay and I went as Jessica and Ashlee Simpson. However, nobody else was really dressed up like a celebrity, so most people didn't even realize that I was supposed to be anyone, and they thought Lindsay was Paris Hilton. WHATEVER, we had fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1100046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1100046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1100050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1100050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dirty hookers!! .. oh wait.. the SHOT not US!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yay we all had so much fun dancing and boozing it up and i got to see Maria and Luke and Erin and all the great people that trained us at southport. Then on the way home we stopped for pizza and Lindsay got in a bit of a catfight with some random guy at the pizza place.. classic! So much fun! Thanks so much to Jeff for picking me up AND waiting for me at the end so he could get me home safe. Good friends, i'm going to miss that place :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright final thoughts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1) I have like 50 million things to do in the next 2 months to get all set up for co-op, eww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2) I have SO much laundry to take home this weekend !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3) STEF! I hope your allergies are getting better and i can't remember whose turn it is to email, so maybe i'll just take a leap and email you soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4) Carina, Thomas, Frank -- thank you so much for taking me to Edmonton with you. I had a great time with you guys and Anna and David.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113756765803113388?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113756765803113388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113756765803113388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113756765803113388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113756765803113388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-lovely-day.html' title='what a lovely day'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113695732659509974</id><published>2006-01-10T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T00:16:34.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to everything.. turn turn turn</title><content type='html'>Alright, a new season of learning. 2 days into classes and i'm still a mess... well lets clarify that, my room is a mess, i haven't bought any textbooks yet, i don't have many groceries, i'm tired and haven't unpacked much of my stuff. BUT it's a new year and i have many things to look forward to, so i had better get my ass in gear and get organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the Co-op program in the Haskayne School of Business at UofC so i'm really stoked about that. What it means for me is that the business career centre will help me with my resume and interview skills and that jazz, then they provide me with a list of companies that have jobs for co-op students that they're affiliated with, i apply for a work term at several of the companies, and then i hopefully find one that i want to work for and that wants me. The first term they suggest is a summer term of 4 months, so that would mean i wouldn't have to work at Moxie's as a summer job!! YAAAY. Then they suggest you find a different company to do an 8 month work term with, that way you can get a taste of a few different things and see what you'd like to do for a career. This means taking a year off of school, so my degree will actually take me 5 years, but i will graduate with a 'co-op' designation. This is SO important to me and something that anyone who knew me last semester should know that i wanted SO much. I feel like i have been working so hard for so long and finally some pieces of my life are falling into place. VERY happy girl right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i should start with some pictures taken before the end of the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;It was Akiva's last 'official' night in Calgary before going back to T.O for school, so we thought we'd have a little night out. We were really bored, as you can see, so we did what any normal kids our age would do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1080109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1080109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1080108fix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1080108fix.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retro boogie dance party in the car!! I came up with a little photo-collage to show you just how much fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/filmstrip.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/400/filmstrip.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank the lord for the timer function on my camera. What would i do without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, first monday night back in rez.. of course we have to go for wings!! It was a very messy ordeal let me tell you, resulting in me getting honey garlic sauce on my face, in my hair, and on my cell phone... well worth it though, i might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1090004crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/P1090004crop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you saw this gang walking down the street you'd be shaking in your boots... okay well maybe not cause of the big grin on Carina's face, but everyone else sure looks scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1090011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1090011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1090016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1090016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh they just get scarier and scarier... those aren't chicken bones, they're real human bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1090024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1090024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1090008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1090008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of my left eye, and 3 guys i don't know. This is why I should stick to taking the pictures guys. It was so nice to see everyone again though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i think i might be going up to Edmonton this weekend with the Germans. YAY that would mean i'd get to hang out with my Lisa ! Other than that i guess i just have to make it through this week and try and get my act together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113695732659509974?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113695732659509974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113695732659509974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113695732659509974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113695732659509974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-everything-turn-turn-turn.html' title='to everything.. turn turn turn'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113628594738654218</id><published>2006-01-03T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T01:54:11.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disclaimer: some words may be fabricated, though they should be understandable</title><content type='html'>I don't know how anyone ever wrote with a pencil and paper. I think so fast that i can't even type everything i'm thinking before it slips away.. but a pencil and paper? Someone should do the math, but not me, so i'll just roughly estimate that you're losing 90% of the total thoughts you think and only really recording the remaining 10%. Can you imagine how much important, interesting, or even just humorous ponderage people miss out on when a pencil and paper are the method of recordation? (thats the fabricated word thing coming in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of outdated technology, how did anyone ever take pictures with regular film cameras? I really don't think i'd be the person i am today without my digital camera by my side at all times. It allows me to capture things i'd never find if i was using a regular camera and had to worry about using up film, or wasn't able to see exactly how my pictures looked when i took them. When you take zillions of pictures everywhere you go you're bound to get a few good ones for sure. Lets see what i can dig up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC280201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/PC280201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akiva and I downtown. It was going to be a lovely picture until Akiva turned to tell me there was a lady right behind me trying to get by. I took the picture anyways (take that lady), and it turned out really neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC280204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/PC280204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While downtown Akiva noticed this big metal door reading "Fire Exit", that is not attached to a building. Click on the picture and then look at it closely, not attached! So, i guess if there's a fire and you need to escape out of the wire-fenced-in area, you'll have to first open the door and then run out. Anyways, makes for a great picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC220127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/PC220127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what happens when you shout "guys look at me" and only one person hears you in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC220140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/PC220140.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heather looks so serene in this picture, although there is something odd shaped in her mouth. Funny thing is i realized after that there are actually 2 people in this picture named heather (the picture on the shelf behind is Mosley's sister Heather).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC250171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/PC250171.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my brother, my grampa, and I in his hospital room. There is nothing more priceless than a grandfather in a santa hat.. unless its a grandfather in a santa hat singing to jingle bells. When i told my grandma that my grampa sang part of jingle bells with me, she said "I have never heard him sing one word in his life". It was just so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC250178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/PC250178.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our christmas tree, taken at night in a dark room with no flash. The christmas lights are the only light in this picture, amazing. Also the first time we've had a christmas tree in 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC250190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/PC250190.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what you would see if you were a bowl of mashed potatoes at christmas dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC250192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/PC250192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what your mom looks like when she is crying over a christmas gift you make her with a bunch of pictures of you as a baby with her. I found a book called "My Mom is Excellent" and then found pictures from my childhood that went with the story in the book and pasted them in. I even cried when looking through our family photo albums, i love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC270199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/PC270199.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally.. we thought Lindsay had the same color of hair as her dog. Turns out her hair is a bit darker, but Monty DOES look great with pigtails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope everyone had a great newyears, and check back in a few days for my newyears eve pictures from Beth  &amp;amp; Jane's. Plus, if you have any pictures from that night you should definitely send them to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113628594738654218?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113628594738654218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113628594738654218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113628594738654218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113628594738654218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2006/01/disclaimer-some-words-may-be.html' title='Disclaimer: some words may be fabricated, though they should be understandable'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113572851985765017</id><published>2005-12-27T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T17:24:34.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas break!</title><content type='html'>Yaaaay, i'm done exams and i'm not dead and i'm  having a rather large amount of fun this christmas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, anyone who is anyone was at the Point last weekend when everyone got back from their various universiti (why can't that be the plural for university?). Actually come to think of it, Lisa and I were at the point 3 nights in a row! Sheesh. That place is to Oakridge what the Den is to UofC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC210104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC210104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC210109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC210109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was little Stevey Walkers birthday on the 19th but we celebrated the 21st. YAAAY my little boy is all grown up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC210110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC210110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC210111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC210111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me who the girl is on the left who's face is almost completely covered by Matt's massive embrace? Oh man and look in the pic on the right, Matt and I tried SO hard to get into that picture and, well, we succeeded big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC220124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC220124.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC220126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC220126.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the girls that were on the pubcrawl came to the point to join us, then we went back to Beth &amp; Jane's. As you can see in the pic on the right, Lindsay was a little bit slammered, and she wasn't ashamed to admit it. aww i love you guys i'm go glad you're all home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the Point the next night we saw lots more people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC230143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC230143.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC230148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC230148.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen and Sarah!! And on the right we have Matt, Brian(Bryan?), and Mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, I saw Mark again (with Dave and Jared) last night when Lisa and I went out for our christmas dinner together at Earls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC260198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC260198.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC260193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC260193.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the picture on the right, we had a little incident with the waitress spilling red wine ALL over Lisa. Poor dear had to use white wine to clean the red wine off of all her clothes for a good 15 minutes during our dinner. We did get our dinner for free, but we were too caught up in the wine everywhere to take full advantage of it. What we should have done was order all the alcohol in the world and just drink it until we forgot all about the wine incident. Funny thing was even after the spillage, Lisa still ordered another glass of red wine.. she was damn well gonna have her wine and nothing was going to stop her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i'm going to stop here cause this might be photograph overload. Hope everyone is having a great holiday so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113572851985765017?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113572851985765017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113572851985765017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113572851985765017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113572851985765017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-break.html' title='christmas break!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113463967343319249</id><published>2005-12-15T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T03:02:56.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it is my firm belief that all trail mix should have more m&amp;ms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Man, i'm at my parents house now because it's somewhat easier to study here, plus i can work some shifts and see my friends coming home from university... BUT.. there is NO good snack food here. I totally forgot that about this place because i'm used to buying my own groceries now and so my apartment is always filled with chips and chocolate and cookies and the occasional brownie batch or frozen cookie dough tube. THIS SUCKS! trail mix.. i'm reduced to trail mix :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just thought i'd update so anyone who cares will know that i'm still alive. I've just been trying to study a lot lately (trying being the operative word) and even though i had a bit of time to blog, what would i blog about.. all my.. studying? Eww. Well i did do a few fun things in the past few days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- Matt came home and we went to Moxie's for lunch and to surprise Lisa and lets just say she got in trouble with our manager for screaming so loud in the restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- I worked a shift in moxie's lounge yesterday, it was really really nice to be back, but i forgot how hard working is, especially after being gone so long i almost forgot how to do things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;- ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i thought there was more but that's about it, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Well lets see if i can dig up a few pictures... i have none from our lunch at moxie's because my camera was BROKEN.. turns out the batteries were just dead, thank the lord. But lets see what else i've got:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB120164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB120164.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB120155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB120155.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Here's when the debonair Steven Walker came home for the weekend to find an internship job and he brought Roger and Ryan over!! Heather and I made them watch half of Crybaby (with Johnny Depp, oh yeah baby) because we rented it and we liked it and we were damn well gonna watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC060042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC060042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC060043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC060043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lisa came over to my dorm room the other day! Yaaay lisa trekked all the way to me in the freezing cold, i love that girl!! PS: look at my poster on the left .. pretty nice eh? Class all the way baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB250263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB250263.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB250262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB250262.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jill and I went to visit the amazing people at summerstock one night and then went to the bar. I didn't think it was possible but she just keeps getting even more gorgeous, that red hair is just hot! We ended up meeting the owner of the bar and got free drinks all night.. how.. fun! That guy's actually not in any of these pics, and we don't know the guys on the left, but the guy on the right was the owners friend and we were trying to look cute by drinking out of the same drink.. u know.. like on the Archie comics. I dunno, it's sorta cute, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright that's enough for tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i need to get back to reading anthropology which to my great dismay has now turned into freaking WORLD HISTORY and i hate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;goodnight to you all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PS: 1 week to freedom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113463967343319249?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113463967343319249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113463967343319249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113463967343319249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113463967343319249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-is-my-firm-belief-that-all-trail.html' title='it is my firm belief that all trail mix should have more m&amp;ms'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113377050383334355</id><published>2005-12-05T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T01:26:32.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddle me this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What is better than a Spongebob party hat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC020004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC020004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Elmo party hats of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC020007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC020007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this one is a bit harder... what is better than 2 Elmo party hats??&lt;br /&gt;Three Elmo party hats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC020005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC020005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But nothing can beat the granddaddy of all ...&lt;br /&gt;Two Elmo party hats and a Spongebob party hat on the same head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC020009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC020009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovely, just lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming in a close second is this,&lt;br /&gt;an Elmo party hat on each breast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC020010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC020010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But here's one i don't get -&lt;br /&gt;how can you be so sad when surrounded by so many party hats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC020016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC020016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thank you to Chad and David for the party and thanks to whoever supplied the party hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: is anyone still out there? leave me a goddamn comment that's all a girl really wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113377050383334355?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113377050383334355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113377050383334355' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113377050383334355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113377050383334355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/12/riddle-me-this.html' title='Riddle me this...'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113325454007999432</id><published>2005-11-29T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T01:55:40.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa's coming home!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;In just days my baby will be home!!! Here's a pic of us when we went to visit Jeff at Moxies Chinook. Lisa's starting back at moxies on thursday, and by christmas i will probably be back there too. Yay it'll be like the summer all over again.. except colder.. and with more christmas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/last%20days%20095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/400/last%20days%20095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, this is my 2nd last week of classes and theres just over 3 weeks until i'm all done exams!! Can't wait till everyone comes home for the holidays. Akiva and I have so much to get done, including watching crazy french movies, watching me get a tattoo, making a webisode, and lots of skipping and handholding (that was his idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Colleen  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113325454007999432?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113325454007999432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113325454007999432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113325454007999432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113325454007999432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/11/lisas-coming-home.html' title='Lisa&apos;s coming home!!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113316547448655221</id><published>2005-11-28T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T23:07:02.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>family ties</title><content type='html'>I said i would post this, and i think i'm finally strong enough to type it up without crying, so here goes. Last weekend my parents and I went up to visit my grandfather who is in the hospital suffering from cancer. This is just me getting out some of my feelings the night after I first saw him in the hospital:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so hard. It was all I could do to hold my tears until i was outside in the hospital hallway with my dad. I hate that he can't be himself anymore, I hate that he's cooped up in that little room all by himself, I hate that he is too weark &amp; tired to seem to care when i know he does, and I hate that my grandparents can't live together anymore. As my eyes get blurry with tears i just pray that I can get out all of my tears tonight so that I can be strong tomorrow. Much More Music is killing me right now playing the saddest songs one right after another. First of all - Nickelback - Photograph, sad cause it's filmed in Hanna where i'm sitting right now, then Coldplay - Fix You, and then the Tea Party - Heaven Coming Down. Maybe it just all seems sad to me because i'm sitting in my Grampa's room at the retirement lodge, alone. Here because my grandparent's house no longer belongs to them as of this month, alone because my parents are staying at my uncle's, and sad because this room is filled with pictures and memories but no grampa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture from earlier this year when everyone was still back in that old house, you can even see one of his cowboy pictures on the wall in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5070672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/P5070672.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently found this article in the Hanna Herald about my grampa (Albert Galarneau), i thought it would be nice to save:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http:///"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hanna Herald&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; — Hanna’s Albert Galarneau and Elwood Tolton received lifetime achievement awards at the Canadian Finals Rodeo this year.&lt;br /&gt;Galarneau’s son, David, accepted the award for him because he was in the Hanna Hospital and unable to make the ceremony and accept the award in person.&lt;br /&gt;Tolton, who attended, said he was treated very, very well.&lt;br /&gt;“They gave us rooms, box seats at the rodeo and even limo service down to Northlands.”&lt;br /&gt;“I felt honoured that the Professional Cowboy’s Association was honouring us old fellows,” Tolton said.&lt;br /&gt;Both Galarneau and Tolton became involved in rodeo life before the Professional Organization of Cowboy’s was formed, in 1945. [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galarneau entered his first Rodeo in 1931 at Calgary under boys Steer Riding but it was not until 1936 that he won his first trophy, a silver buckle from the Sundre Rodeo.&lt;br /&gt;The next year he and his horse, Ireland, won the North American calf roping championship.&lt;br /&gt;He had bought Ireland for $17 but lost the horse the year after the rodeo to sleeping sickness.&lt;br /&gt;“I have owned thousands of horses over the years,” Galarneau once told the Hanna Herald, “he was the only one I ever lost to brain sickness.”&lt;br /&gt;His bad luck with horses flared up again when another horse was struck by lightning after being put in the pasture.&lt;br /&gt;Galarneau began to borrow horses from his son, David, from then on, he said.&lt;br /&gt;David Galarneau said he was always proud of his father and can remember accompanying his father to the rodeo in 1962, at 13 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In 1978, Galarneau accepted a silver and gold belt buckle and the honour of being called Pioneer of Rodeo at the Calgary Stampede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Galarneau also remembers his father’s excitement after having been inducted into the Canadian Rodeo Hall of Fame in 1986.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.hannaherald.com/index.php?id=427)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5070671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5070671.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so proud of my gramma and my mom too, being so strong through all of this. Look at us, 3 generations of Galarneau women. My grandparents have been married for almost 70 years now, since my gramma was 17! My grampa is her life, without him .. oh i don't even want to think about it. When we were visiting him in the hospital, he wasn't having a very good day and he was so tired, so we were about to leave and my mom gave him a hug goodbye, and he (the tough guy that he is) said to my mom "you can give me a kiss". It was the most special moment, i just want to record all of this here so that i will be able to look back and remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll leave this post at that. From all of this i think i've learned to cherish my family more, and always say i love you because you never know what can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113316547448655221?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113316547448655221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113316547448655221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113316547448655221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113316547448655221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/11/family-ties.html' title='family ties'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113301003122949126</id><published>2005-11-26T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T13:47:25.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dyed my hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back in brown and lovin' it... see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB260290full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/PB260290full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to show you cause i'm so happy with how it turned out! Excuse the Pjs, i was all ready for bed, that's my bedtime pose.. clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; So many more pictures to show you from our night of completely rez-typical events, but they'll have to wait cause it's now 6am and i'm TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113301003122949126?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113301003122949126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113301003122949126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113301003122949126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113301003122949126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dyed-my-hair.html' title='I dyed my hair!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113264262272139716</id><published>2005-11-21T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T00:41:45.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i should be studying i should be studying i shouldn't be blogging i should be studying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Now that that's out of the way, i will blog even though i should be studying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My fingers hurt from attempting to learn a new song on the guitar. I never play guitar for enough weeks in a row to build up callouses on my fingers so they allllways hurt when i pick it up again. Dammit! the piano doesn't hurt when you play it.. the saxophone doesn't hurt when you play it.. why does the guitar have to hurt when you play it? oh well it was the only rez-friendly instrument i had and i want to learn it so i'm going to no matter how much it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We went to Aussie Rules on friday night.. what fun!! Yay pianos and loud music and singing along to everything so loud that even now (monday night) my voice is still hoarse. K tell me it isn't way too cool that we took up the entire back half of the bus on the way there (note the beer in peoples' hands):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB180180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB180180.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB180185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB180185.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And i'm not lying i swear.. we had EVEN MORE FUN when we got there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;There was dancing &amp; singing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB180211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB180211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB180223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB180223.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Secret telling &amp; posing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB180219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB180219.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB180214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB180214.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;stage dancing &amp; girl carrying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB190253.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB190253.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB180240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB180240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And winning this free drink card from the gorgeous piano player man (ahem) for singing the loudest!! Wooohooo, no wonder my voice is dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB180227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB180227.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB180231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB180231.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all there was just tons of standing on our chairs singing really loud, and spilling beer. Okay mostly just the first part, but there was a good amount of beer spilling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB180241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB180241.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB180235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB180235.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just when you thought that was the end... after, there was a bunch of cab riding and pizza ordering and waiting and pizza eating with ranch dressing. But.. i didn't get pictures of that, i was too busy eating pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next morning i got up at 8:00 to go to a group meeting for Operations Management. I wasn't impressed. Then i went out to visit my grandparents in Hanna. My grampa is in the hospital and this was my first time out since my grandparents sold their house and moved into the lodge, so it was a really tough trip for me. It was also hard on my mom seeing her dad in the hospital and it was all just so emotional. My grampa has cancer and it spread to his bones and then throughout his entire body so he won't be getting better, but once he's stabilized and there's room for him he'll probably move to the nursing home wing of the hospital. Since we had no grandparents house to stay in anymore, i spent the night in my grampas unoccupied room at the lodge (the room is right across from my grammas room) and my parents stayed at my uncles. At one point i had to get all my emotions out on paper, so i wrote a few paragraphs and cried all over the paper and smeared the ink. Maybe i'll type it up and post it sometime, if only just because i want to be able to look back on it some day in the future when it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats enough depressing for one entry, maybe all the fun and all the sadness balanced out into lukewarm feelings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113264262272139716?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113264262272139716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113264262272139716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113264262272139716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113264262272139716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-should-be-studying-i-should-be.html' title='i should be studying i should be studying i shouldn&apos;t be blogging i should be studying'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113212698614425074</id><published>2005-11-16T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T01:51:59.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooh shopping spree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;yay, i love the feeling after a shopping spree when you're like "holy crap i love all this shit i bought!!". Danielle and I went to market mall and both bought a good amount of stuff. I got the cutest argyle print sweater, a pair of nice dressy jeans, 2 really good casual shirts, 5 of the cutest undies ever, a pair of earrings, and then i got some big black poster boards to make a picture collage for my wall, and we got these big crayola window markers and i drew a huge mural on the main window of our apartment. Its so neat these markers dry like that window paint that you see in store windows. I couldn't take a pic cause it's so dark out right now but i'll take one during the day tomorrow and show you all.. i can't wait to see what it looks like in the daylight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh, devastated am i.. cute boy that sits in front of me in class has a GIRLFRIEND. Ahhhh. All. the. good. ones. are. taken. At least i found out before i embarassed myself by asking him for coffee or something. Time to move on i guess, now theres no reason to even GO to accounting. Oh, well i guess LEARNING could still be a reason.. pffft who am i kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;So, I had my last midterm on monday. I am officially free now... until finals start. Oh but before that i have my oral french exam, so i guess i'm free till then. Except i do still have an accounting quiz that i have to do good on, but until then i'm free as a bird. Oh wait, next week i do have a french test and dictation. But i mean.. that means for the rest of the week i'm free. WHO AM I KIDDING, i'll never be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eeeep, Dec 1st is the deadline for 2 things i want to apply for. The first is the co-op program for my business school. You have to apply for the program and they accept you based on GPA and other extracurricular things, and then once you're actually accepted (you find that out in january) then you apply for specific jobs/work terms. So really that's a whole other process within itself since the average person applies for over 10 work terms at a time. EEk, i'm scared. But it's something i really want to do.. make decent money while gaining experience.. it's something that is really worth postponing my graduation for. And hey.. i'd still graduate at the same time as Ryan who only takes 4 classes a semester!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The second is the buddy program for the international business students association. I would be applying to be a buddy for an international student coming to study business at Haskayne for next semester. I think that'd be awesome and not only would i gain the experience to put on a resume, but i'd get to take her/him to see a bunch of neat things in calgary that i haven't even seen in a long time (zoo, calgary tower, etc). Plus, with living in rez it's awesome cause chances are that student will be living in rez too, but having my parents in calgary means they could always pick us up to take us somewhere or lend me the car for a while to show the student around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Man, all of that would make me REALLY busy. That is probably a good thing considering at the rate i'm going this semester i watch like 3 hours of TV every night. And 2 during the day. Oh lord i watch a total of 5 hours of TV a day. SAAAAVE MEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I spose i could dig up some pictures considering all i really talked about today was what i did TODAY, and i didn't take any pictures TODAY so i will have to dig up pictures and tell you about what i did some other DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/somersetalbum2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/400/somersetalbum2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On thursday some of us from rez went to Cowboys, now i won't get started on my night cause i felt terribly ill (hadn't even drinken) and tried to have fun but.. well i won't get into it. But before we got there was fun! Now, being on the train and taking pictures, i thought it seemed like we were taking pictures for an album cover. SO i wittily named our band "Somerset" and our other friends who were sitting across the aisle were "Bridlewood" because that's the train we were on! Then of course it had to have some sort of J.LO inspired title .. what better than "On the Train" (beause 'on the c' doesn't have the same kinda ring.. u know.. her album 'on the 6' as in the 6 train? no? oh god).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The night before we went to the Den to celebrate our first night of freedom. YAA first day of "reading days". What fun! Much more fun than stupid crowded Cowboys.. less stabbings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB090090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB090090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB090093.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB090093.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we ate the most amazing cupcakes in the world (www.cravecookies.com) that Scott brought over, drank martinis (very strong martinis), and waited for Danielle to get ready (Danielle: Heyyyy! Jerk!! I can't believe you took a picture!). Then it was on to the Den, gotta love that 4 minute walk to the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB100126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB100126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB100113.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB100113.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;On the left is my friendly neighborhood Reza, superawesome guy. Look Reza.. you're on the blog!! On the right are my homegirls Brandi and Lindsay, we had so much fun that night after the den eating pasta and talking about how stupid boys are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB090106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB090106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB100121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB100121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I guess it's true what they say: you get what you give! I'm sorry Fabian! Now i know what it feels like when someone plays with your face.. look at the fear in my eyes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright blogger is being CRAZY and it took way too long to make this post cause firefox shut down on me 9 times!! So, this is where it ends, and i will come back and fix all the formatting later because right now blogger seriously won't let me move some of these things into alignment. How frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB100121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB100121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB100121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113212698614425074?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113212698614425074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113212698614425074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113212698614425074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113212698614425074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/11/ooooh-shopping-spree.html' title='ooooh shopping spree'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113187914060008100</id><published>2005-11-13T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T03:52:20.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>question for the commenter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;If you, the "cute boy who sits in front of me", read my blog and therefore know that i have a crush on you... then why do i have to be the one to talk to you? Why can't you say something now that you know? Or better yet why can't we strike up a conversation on the computer instead? Why do you insist that I talk to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;RIDDLE ME THAT MR. COMMENTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PS: i don't think you're scary, i just like to take my time with matters of the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PPS: you're really cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113187914060008100?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113187914060008100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113187914060008100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113187914060008100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113187914060008100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/11/question-for-commenter.html' title='question for the commenter...'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113157004290508495</id><published>2005-11-09T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:40:26.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>winter knits</title><content type='html'>Alright so remember the toque i made as my first fair-isle knitting project? Well now i'm attempting mittens to match. Now yes, i have made mittens before, but those were crochet. This is knitting, and fair-isle at that, so it's going to be much more difficult. They could end up looking like crap -- rather, ONE could end up looking like crap, if it does i surely won't make the other one. Hahah. I dont have a pattern cause they're all too complicated to follow, so i'm going to just make it up as i go along.. how hard could mitts be? It's just a tube with an extra tube hanging off the side for the thumb. Well, i'm sure i could find many ways to screw it up so keep your fingers crossed for me. Here's a picture of my progress so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PA230028.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PA230028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB090080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB090080.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures annoy me a bit because the purple is actually much more purple and not blue at all. Anyhow that mitten so far just took me one long night of t.v. watching, so i'm hoping they'll be done before my hands get too cold in this arctic climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad that i drink diet Pepsi like it's water? I would actually like to know how much it will diminish my quality of life or shorten my life span if i keep drinking 1 or 2 cans a day. Sometimes you have to weigh the dangers with the happiness it gives you and see if it's worth quitting. I'm a pepsiholic.... i'm addicted to PEPSIHOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright thats enough for now, short and sweet (to give you extra time to read my previous post the size of alaska).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with a pic of us girls when we went to the Den a few weeks ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PA210017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PA210017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113157004290508495?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113157004290508495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113157004290508495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113157004290508495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113157004290508495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/11/winter-knits.html' title='winter knits'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113132737599864542</id><published>2005-11-06T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:01:40.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's just the good mood talking...</title><content type='html'>but everything is so wonderful. I am currently dancing to the poppiest songs EVER in my dorm room. Good thing nobody else is in the apartment right now, hehe. Yesterday i was cleaning my room and listening to michael jackson, which quickly turned into dancing to MJ and occasionally picking up something off the floor and putting it somewhere else. Finally i had to ask Akiva for some songs because i had used up all my good room cleaning songs while dancing.. so he told me to get the Pussycat Dolls song "Beep" which turned out to be GREAT and i danced that away too. Needless to say, as soon as i started talking great pop-dance songs with Akiva, the room stopped being cleaned. Oh well, some things are just more important than others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the point is.. following that pop excitement, i started looking up more songs today and found this blog: &lt;a href="http://poptastic.blogspot.com"&gt; poptastic.blospot.com &lt;/a&gt; which is just a big list of a bunch of awesome poppy songs and links to download the songs right from the page. Man it was awesome. So thats what brings me to my present state of euphoria and i thought i had better blog now while i'm in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another topic of discussion today is school. Those of you who talk to me on somewhat of a regular basis know that i've been totally swamped with studying lately cause i have had a torrent of midterms and projects and tests lately. The situation was made worse when i got sick and had to miss a midterm, therefore deferring it to the only other date which was yesterday (saturday) right after my regularly scheduled accounting midterm. SO yesterday was the day i had been working up to for 2 weeks, and it went good. It went good yes it did. It was odd cause i thought i would do SO good at OPMA and i pretty much was worried i'd fail Accounting, but coming out of the exams i think i probably did just about the same at both. So.. maybe i won't fail accounting after all! YAY. This also contributes to my good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, recently when i've been telling people about all this school stuff, the topic of University in general comes up. Now i know that UofC doesn't have the greatest reputation from the student satisfaction point of view. I think we're something like dead LAST on the students rating in the McLeans magazine. But i feel the need to explain to people that for me and all the rest of the BComm students it's different. The business faculty is named the Haskayne School of Business for Mr. Haskayne who donated a whole CRAPLOAD of money (something like 7 million i believe, i don't have the urge to check these facts however) to the faculty a few years ago. That being said.. we're probably the most funded faculty in the University ... go figure, the business grads from UofC end up making lots of money that they like to donate back to the school, and company's like sponsering stuff so that they get their names out to all the students that they hope will come work for them. Plus we have a great CO-OP program that links students to companies for work terms that give the students great experience in a real company plus real salaries and give the companies good labour for cheaper and in some cases future employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so aside from all the financial stuff that makes Haskayne look pretty good compared to the rest of the UofC, there are also social aspects that make me happy. I was trying to explain this to my friends and to my parents and i don't know if they actually understand, so i'll try and explain it once more. Haskayne is not like the other faculties. First of all, at UofC 101, before the year even started in 1st year, you get arranged into your 'houses'. Yes, it's like harry potter, there are 4 houses in haskayne, 3 of them are named after sponsors and one isnt sponsored yet so it's called 'haskayne house'. We all got tee-shirts that corresponded with our houses. OK i'll admit, apart from that first day, we haven't really done anything house-related yet. But still.. what other faculty would DO that? None i say, none.. cept maybe engineering, they're as crazy as us. Here's a pic of us at uofc 101 in our house shirts - we had a scavenger hunt AND a BBQ that day, kickaSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/orientation2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/orientation2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So anyhow, that was us last year at the beginning of our first year of university. That year i met lots of great people like Ryan, Katrina, Nikki, Kendall, Chinese Ryan, Jackie, and many more. (Also i continued to hang out with friends i knew from before from highschool and summerstock and work and such, but thats another topic.) Anyhow, so i met all those people in my various classes, most of which had 200 or so people in them. I became really close with Ryan and Katrina and also hung out more with some highschool people that were in Haskayne too like Josh Chow, Reid Heskes, Mike Sandst, and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i'm in second year, things are changing. We find ourselves in at least 2 haskayne courses per semester (instead of the measly one we had all year last yr) and those classes have a maximum of around 40 students. So, now we're in smaller classes, but we recognize almost everyone from at least one of our larger classes from last year. Now, just because we recognize them doesn't mean we talk to them. It's so odd, take my accounting class for example.. i recognize TONS of people that i've either had class with before or met through other haskayners during the year last year or at BSD (which was awesome and i met so many people that i had seen all year but never talked to, great time to meet.. at the END of the year). So yeah, i recognize all these people, but my friend Ryan is in that class, so automatically at the start of the year i went to sit with him. So my regular spot is with Ryan in the second row on the right... and accounting doesn't have a group project and u can't really talk during that class... so i haven't even really met any of the other people in the class. Therefore i will spend an entire semester in class with people i recognize but not get ANY closer to knowing them. CRAZY its crazy and dumb.. i wish we were all friends (and not only because i have a crush on the guy who sits in front of me, but that is one reason). But i figure, at the rate things are going, if the same people are in my class again next semester we might get a bit closer to meeting and maybe by 3rd year i'll start talking to more people. If this progresses as such every year.. by fourth year i should pretty much be able to talk to almost everyone that has been in my class, which makes for a lot of acquantances. What other faculty (again, other than engineering) would be able to do that? I don't think that by your 4th year in social sciences you recognize almost every other social sciences student in your year and could potentially have a conversation with them. SO THERE. We're different, and i like it, and i look forward to being friends with EVERYONE.. and more than friends with the guy that sits in front of me in accounting. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, congratulations to everyone who sat through that discussion. I won't even get into my analysis of residence because that would be 4 times as long as this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for listening..&lt;br /&gt;and even if nobody is listening, at least in 4th year i can look back at this post and see if any of this is true... and if i am, indeed, engaged to the cute boy who sits in front of me in accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1260123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1260123.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ps: oh giant paperclip, how i love thee&lt;br /&gt;I spose i should get a picture of a Haskayne thing not a science theatres thing. Perhaps i'll snap some photos of me in front of the stock ticker or something. Yeah that sounds great. Look forward to that, k? hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113132737599864542?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113132737599864542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113132737599864542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113132737599864542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113132737599864542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/11/maybe-its-just-good-mood-talking_06.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s just the good mood talking...'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113114027966799377</id><published>2005-11-04T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T14:37:59.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog is worth...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 0pt 0pt 10px; background-color: white; width: 115px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/25822676_789bf55448_t.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://colleensays.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$564.54&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/" style="border: 0px none ;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" style="border: 0px none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this while surfing someone else's blog and their blog was apparently worth 0$ so i guess i'm doing okay. Although i have NO clue how this dollar value is calculated. Maybe i'll put some research into that. I'd like to think my blog is priceless but if someone gave me 564.54$ for the time and effort i put into my blog i wouldn't complain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113114027966799377?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113114027966799377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113114027966799377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113114027966799377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113114027966799377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-blog-is-worth.html' title='My blog is worth...'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113066153098011183</id><published>2005-10-30T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T23:50:16.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the Lord!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hah, Scott and I just spent the night listening to the christian music i have on my comp. and downloading christian songs that he likes onto my comp. Sometimes you just need some good clean fun to light up a day full of studying. So, now i can officially say that instead of going out for halloween i stayed home studying and listening to christian music. WOW that sounds sad. But really it was fun, and i didn't miss halloween at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright moving on... "You're 19 now Colleen, do you feel any different?".. Why YES, yes i do. If you had asked me that when i turned 18 i'd say no, not really, but i can't wait to go to the bar! But now that you ask me a whole year later this is what i have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;older&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;wiser&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;stronger&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;less naive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;less cocky, yet..&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;more confident&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;more respect for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;more respect for my family&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;more respect for my dear friends&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;more faithful&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I've learned not to be so trusting so quickly. Usually i meet someone and feel a connection and i just go with it because i think that connection is beatiful and means something. Well, turns out not everyone feels that way, and i just can't have myself fall into that trap again. I spose that's something we all learn as we grow up, which may or may not be good, maybe that's why grown ups tend to be harder on the outside. Do i want to be like that? Well, no matter, i am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've also come to realize that above all i have to look out for myself because nobody else is going to. I have great friends and great families but in the end they'll go away and it'll just be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Warning.. TANGENT) Imagine me getting married.. some guy i haven't known all that long compared to how long i've been living, his family who i know even less.. then starting a new family built on top of that. There is SO much trust that has to go into that, where on earth is that going to come from? That scares me. And then those things can fall apart. Heather and I keep talking about finding amazing guys and settling down and having kids and cooking and knitting and going to yoga and taking care of the family. It would be amazing, i really think so. But what happens if that perfect picture doesn't happen quite as i wanted it to.. what if i have to fend for myself? Well that is precisely why i am in school right now and i have to make a career for myself because no matter how much love and trust goes into a relationship.. that may not be what i come out with. Now, just remind me of that when i don't feel like studying for a test or doing a project!! (Tangent END)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhow yeah, for my birthday a few of us went to Moxie's. It was sposed to be a big fun deal, but i wasn't feeling good because of this weeks events, so we just went for a nice dinner and then came back here and i was in bed by 12 if you can believe it. Anyhow, stupid moxie's who i am STILL mad at, just somehow GAVE AWAY my reservation for the Velvet room, and then DIDNT have another table for us, so we had to wait forever just to end up sharing this long table in the bar with some random middle agers we didn't know. GREAT. So my little group of friends kinda got divided into two halfs for the whole night cause one side couldn't even hear the other side over the loud noise of the bar (hence why i wanted the private room and why i BOOKED IT a month in advance). Halfway through the night i suggested we all switch spots so we could talk to other people and get to know them too.. but that didn't go over so well. I spose i seemed to much like the elementary school teacher trying to get all the students to meet each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At any rate it was a nice low-key dinner and i was grateful to get out of the house and have some fun. I got the cutest present from the Germans and my roommates put together: A martini set, a bottle of mango malibu, a real live mango, and some mango pineapple juice. PERFECT! Who knew i liked malibu?? Heheh. And Carlee stopped by and brought me a precious pink sparkly star spangled chain-type purse accessory deal. I clipped it onto my zipper and it definitely adds a little 'zing' to my black leather purse. Awww and SURPRISE .. LANA showed up!! Kelly was sposed to come too but we couldn't locate her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PA280017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PA280017.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PA280011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PA280011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some of the group  --- Lana and I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PA280015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PA280015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PA280020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PA280020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The obligatory shot ---- Look how excited i am!! That was when Frank presented me with the gift the Germans got me, he made a whole speech and everything, it was priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, this is turning into quite the long entry so i'll end it here. Stay tuned for the 2nd half of my birthday weekend, which consisted of 99% studying, 0% halloween, and 1% birthday festivities with roommates on sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113066153098011183?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113066153098011183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113066153098011183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113066153098011183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113066153098011183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/10/praise-lord.html' title='Praise the Lord!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113038213417827957</id><published>2005-10-26T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:06:18.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May i take this moment to complain please,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i am sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;really sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i spent 12 hours at the hospital (ER) yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;turns out i was dehydrated and my tonsils were and still are huge, i hadn't eaten anything, so they put me on an IV (ask to see my bruise, it's pretty sweet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;, they took a bunch of my blood, from 4 different spots on my arms, two of which were SO painful i was bawling my eyes out and the nurse had the nerve to tell me that "you're going to have to be a brave girl", SHUTTUP, you're not the one who just got stuck in the wrong spot on her arm puncturing a vein and giving her a huge freaking bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the doc. gave me morphine, gravol, and tylenol.. i was so drugged up that i was pretty much in love with the purple popsicle my mom brought me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i missed my midterm today because of being on bedrest all day, the midterm i was least dreading too. what luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i have now missed 2 days of school and will miss more tomorrow because of an appointment with a specialist which will PROBABLY still not fix me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i will probably suck at my other midterms if i keep missing school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the doctor said i have to stay home for a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i can't stay home for a week are you kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;MY STUPID BIRTHDAY will  no doubt be cancelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Even if i get better by friday, which i won't, my mom still wouldn't let me go out, and if i'm at all conscious i'll probably be studying like a madwoman, on my BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The drugs the doctor prescribed me are narcotics.. great.. so i might not be in so much pain but i'll be SLEEPING all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at my parents house last night, but tonight i'm back in rez. and NOBODY is here. Woulda been nice to see my roommates, but maybe it's better. i should just go to sleep, considering i sleep for like 20 hours a day now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;OHHH well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;could be worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love you all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I'll update you on the tonsil/specialist situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113038213417827957?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113038213417827957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113038213417827957' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113038213417827957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113038213417827957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/10/may-i-take-this-moment-to-complain.html' title='May i take this moment to complain please,'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-113006310396242412</id><published>2005-10-23T04:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T01:11:39.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATED - The evolution of colleen's toques</title><content type='html'>**UPDATED to add: I just found a couple more pictures of other people actually wearing the things i made for them, so i put them in. Take a look, they're precious.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i was just putting the pictures of my new toque into my 'knitting projects' picture folder on my computer (YES i have a knitting projects folder), and i found the pictures of my previous toques so i thought i would enlighten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all let me introduce you to my new baby, my first attempt at the fair-isle knitting technique (that's the pattern technique that makes it all stripey and dotted for you non-knitters):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PA230022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PA230022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PA230029crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PA230029crop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit small, i should have learned my lesson this time, and i did cast on more stitches to start out but i guess fair-isle takes up more space therefore making it thicker and warmer but .. hurts my head a tad. Oh well.. it matches my glasses! What more could i a girl ask for. Plus it was super fun to make, fair-isle is my new favorite thing now! I will definitely be making more, with fun patterns, and i might even try making some sort of a cardigan/shrug/somethingelse with the same kind of patterning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let go backwards time to Colleen's first toque knit in the round, the london beanie:&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/londonbeanie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/londonbeanie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute, simple, fun to make.. but too small! what is WITH that. I guess i just underestimate the size of my own brain. But look how well it matched my roots scarf, and look at my cute black short pigtails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the evolution i'm talking about.. my hair has been so many different ways over the past few years, and every time i look at another picture i get nostalgic and remember the times i had with that hair and want it back!! This toque and this hair remind me of last fall when i first started university and i didn't know anyone, and then i met Katrina and Ryan and hung out with Josh Chow all the time. THAT'S back when i kicked ass at school.. because i was 17 and wasn't going out to the bars all the time like everyone else&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fast forward a few months...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC2400241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC2400241.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PB200106crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PB200106crop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my chrocheted toque with the flaps and the strings and the pom-pom! Love it!! It wasn't too small, it was perfect. In fact i'd wear it all the time, except i gave it to Lindsay :) Then i made a blue one and a matching scarf for Robyn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC250044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC250044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think these are my favorite things i've ever made, they were so cute and cuddly and it took me a long time to make that scarf too. I gave them to Robface for christmas, and now i have no idea if she wears them at all. So after that i started to make a light purple one to go with one of my winter coats, and i was gonna keep it for myself. However, i forgot the # of stitches i had used for the previous hats and since i didn't have the other 2 anymore i couldn't count them, so it ended up way too big half way through so i gave up. I brought that yarn with me to Rez though so perhaps i'll get the courage to try again so that i can have a comfy hat for winter too. MAN seriously, most comfy hat ever cause it's made out of doubled up BABY YARN! mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh while we're on the subject of winter wear i'll remind you of my fabulous mittens on a string.. which i definitely plan on making more of this winter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC250036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC250036.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PC160048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PC160048.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left is the pair i made for Heather for christmas (and the flappy toque i made for her as well) and on the right is the  pair i made for Janine for the summerstock christmas gift exchange (i was really busy knitting/crocheting last christmas come to think of it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to talking about my hair, thought i'd remind you of the hot pink phase i went through.. totally loved that, there were pink streaks in the front and the whole back was feathered with hot pink at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4230617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4230617.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P4130550crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P4130550crop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that is quite possibly enough of my hair for one post. I can't believe i never posted THESE glorious pics from Pam's 80s party!!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PA080296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PA080296.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PA080297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PA080297.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this pic of Jane &amp;amp; I, it's artsy yet whimsicle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay thats enough for one night, i have to go to bed. Really i'm going to either start blogging more or stop taking so many pictures cause i just CANT KEEP UP!! I already have pics to show you from last night and the night before but this post is too long anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my bday, i hope all my friends can make it out cause i miss them all. But this week leading up to my bday is going to be hell because i have 2 midterms and 2 doctors appointments. I just don't have TIME for this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-113006310396242412?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/113006310396242412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=113006310396242412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113006310396242412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/113006310396242412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/10/updated-evolution-of-colleens-toques.html' title='UPDATED - The evolution of colleen&apos;s toques'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112969551527261139</id><published>2005-10-18T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:18:35.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone is 19 today! I'll give you one clue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/lisabirthday2-7.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/400/lisabirthday2-7.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112969551527261139?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112969551527261139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112969551527261139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112969551527261139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112969551527261139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/10/someone-is-19-today-ill-give-you-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112909421110159440</id><published>2005-10-11T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:21:19.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THAT is art!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/friends11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/400/friends11.jpg" border="0" height="94" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This says "FRIENDS" ... you just have to look real hard. Heather, Stef and I are SO talented (okay, i'll admit, i took the easy letters).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112909421110159440?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112909421110159440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112909421110159440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112909421110159440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112909421110159440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/10/now-that-is-art.html' title='Now THAT is art!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112811232147997575</id><published>2005-10-06T18:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T20:14:13.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Galore!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'M SO ANGERED. Just as i was about to save this post incase my computer craps out -- MY COMPUTER CRAPPED OUT. AAAAAAAH. firefox just died on me so i am starting again from scratch. That being said.. this post will not be as funny, original, or witty as originally planned. [-- EDITED TO ADD -- it is now 5 days after i was originally going to post this and blogger is still going CRAZY on me so this is REALLY hard. But i'm doing it anyways just for you guys.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Basically what i had SAID was that we go out way too much here on 4 Cascade. Everyone else has spend 3 straight nights at the Den with afterparties following at someone's apartment. Now since i'm a good girl i stayed home on tuesday night -- but i ended up watching sin city and staying up until everyone got home anyways! So, with no further ado here are some pictures from this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P92801732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P92801731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/IMG_2922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/IMG_2922.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen is ready to GO! - - - Nothing better than mixing your own drinks at the bar (cheaper AND tastier, muahaha!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P92801791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P92801791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P92801802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P92801802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Frank builds a tower - - - tower falls down and goes boom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Colleen's Photo awards:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P92801841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P92801841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9290188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9290188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Best dancing action-shot:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Frank&lt;/span&gt; - - - Best Hugh Hefner impression: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Now when you get too drunk and spill ice cubes on the floor there's bound to be some consequences:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P92901901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P92901901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P92901914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P92901914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Danielle cuts her foot on a piece of ice but NEVER FEAR.. John to the rescue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P92801861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P92801861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/IMG_2831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/IMG_2831.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Satanic Ben ruins an other wise nice picture -- Right: QUICK! Pouty face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9290208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/P9290208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I call this picture "All for one", i think it's very artsy and i'm proud of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;10 points for the first person to comment and tell me which foot is MINE! (ooooh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The following are a few pics from the lovely Brandi &amp; Caitlin's party last weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9300229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9300229.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9300228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9300228.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Danielle, Me --- Me, Scott (what's with the kissy face Colleen?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9300234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9300234.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9300240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9300240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I said "Do charlie's angels" and THAT is what they came up with... Lame-O!! Maybe it's cause they were drinking THAT... and no it's not water, can't you tell by his face??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9300231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9300231.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9300247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9300247.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Brandi and Me --- Jeremy and me with somewhat of a double chin going on (Freshman 15 anyone?? haha jk, i think i'm losing weight cause it's too much trouble to do dishes after making food so its easier not to have any food! oh boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PA010252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PA010252.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PA010251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PA010251.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Karen and Justin series:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9300232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9300232.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9300244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9300244.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9300242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9300242.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9300243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9300243.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PA010253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PA010253.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/PA010254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/PA010254.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes there WAS a piggy back race back to Cascade (ahem i believe Jeremy and I won thank you very much).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright that's about all the pictures i got for now (that's a lie i have So many more but it would take me forever to post them at the rate blogger is going). Now that it is past 6am i think i will go to bed... after i finish looking at Rielle's online photos and talking to the darling girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love &amp; miss you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112811232147997575?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112811232147997575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112811232147997575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112811232147997575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112811232147997575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/10/pictures-galore.html' title='Pictures Galore!!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112778507169094520</id><published>2005-09-26T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:35:19.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>S. R. T...PEE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;As i sat here with my diet coke from McDonalds all ready to blog, i realized that i had nothing in particular to blog about. That is where the Scattered Random Thoughts come in. Plus these posts seem to be somewhat popular with the masses (masses being mainly Lisa, Akiva, Alex... whoever else reads this and doesn't comment), so i thought why not give it another go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SRT #1) Sometimes i wish i had a bigger stomach. Danielle and I went to McDonalds tonight for dinner, and i REALLY wanted one of those Rolo Milkshakes (considering they only have them for a short while each year.. and it brings back memories of McDonalds on spare with Lindsay, Pam, Laura, Rudy and the rest of the gang). However, i couldn't bear the thought of not getting diet coke to go with my chicken mcnugget meal, so i decided i would have the milkshake for dessert. Well what do you know, after 1 pop and medium fries and 6 measly nuggets.. i was PLUMB FULL. Goddammit! Some may see it as a blessing but i feel CURSED!! (okay i'm overreacting a little, and it's probably good that i didn't have that whole meal and a milkshake but i'm allowed to indulge every once in a while)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9260168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/P9260168.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Since when did it become cool again to wear hot pink sweatbands out in public to play bball?? Cause PRAISE THE LORD that's my favorite trend from the 80s. Well not just the sweatbands either but the NEON oh baby the neon. Anyhow that's John about 10 min ago in his gear ready to go ballin'. Crazy kids, what will they roll out with next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3) I really have got to start knitting again. I definitely miss it, but there always seems to be something more interesting to do around here. On second thought that's not true i spend way too much time watching tv. Alright new prerogative - more knit less sit (ting in front of the tv.. but that ruins the rhyme). Any ideas on what i should knit next??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4) So today my french class got moved into a different room... this room is seriously the size of a janitorial closet. I spose it was inevitable cause there are NINE people in my entire french class, so now we all sit around this huge conference table in comfy chairs and our prof sits at the head of the table. It's really quite hilarious. Today she made us sing this song in french. It wasn't even a cutesy little tune to learn words or anything.. it sounded like a french pop song from perhaps the 80s. Très embarrassant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5) I miss MattE. He just disappeared off the face of the planet. I should have expected that since he did the same thing last year when he went to Ryerson for the first time, and i don't blame him too much cause i know he's busy with his new place and his 2nd year and all (as am i), but i guess i just thought it might be different because we had such a fun summer. We really revived our friendship this summer - working together all the time and then going to Summerstock rehearsals and being together some more and then hanging out with Lisa and being together EVEN MORE... and now we're just completely separate again. Sad. Gah sometimes i hate how much things change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9240163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9240163.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Best way to cheer up a roommate who's pissed off about stupid boys??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9240164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9240164.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;COCKTAILS!! hooray for my giant bottle of peach schnapps and the martini glasses Robyn gave me for my b-day last yr. Oh Karen and her boys.. okay you could probably say that about any one of us here in  # 425.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;7) Akiva remembered what SRT stands for without even looking at my blog! So proud am i. I have coined a new term!! Alright well maybe it's not going to catch on anytime soon but you just wait.. youuuu jusssst WAIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;8) I just looked out my window to watch Carina, Ben, Frank, Thomas and John playing bball and was VERY surprised.. it is SO windy outside that it looks like it's snowing leaves!! There are yellow leaves ALL over campus. Insane. It's kind of beautiful in a crazy way. Much better than actual snow at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;9) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9250167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9250167.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;We hung some christmas lights i brought home from my grandparents house this weekend. Our living room is SO boring, so this is the first step in spicing it up a bit. Hopefully it's not too long until the poster sale cause that'd be a good way to decorate. (For those of you who don't know, they have this big "Imaginus" poster sale in Mac Hall for a week where u can get some awesome posters). Anyone else have ideas for decorating??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;10) I'm feeling better today. My throat barely hurts at all, but my jaw is still ridiculously jammed. What is WITH that. I look retarded when i try and eat anything wider than a chicken nugget.. like a sandwich.. that just DOESNT work, i have to rip it into little pieces and put it in my mouth. SO sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;11) I don't know what to do about my job. I don't need one, but i do want to work at Market Mall when that moxie's opens up. For now they're just not going to schedule me until i tell them to cause really.. i have way too much work to do right now with school and all.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;12) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/hardcoreakiva1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/hardcoreakiva1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;AKIVA GOT A NEW FRIEND!! First the grocery store and now THIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Meet Herbert.. Akiva's eyebrow barbell!! YAAAY. I am such a fan of piercings and i'm a fan of Akiva .. put the 2 together and well.. you deserve a picture on my Blog!! How hardcore badass does he look now? Especially with the black hat. Oh Akiva my little oxjewhardass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;No but seriously, I think it suits him SO well and as soon as he told me he wanted a piercing i was all for the eyebrow so i'm glad that is what he picked. Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;13) My birthday is in a month and 2 days!! The the glorious part of the year when i catch up to the rest of the people in my "grade" (not like we have those anymore) and don't seem so young anymore. Yeah sure i still LOOK like i'm 12, but that's not what the documents say!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;14) Lisa is making me very jealous with her photo-ipod ownership. Now I'm trying to think of good birthday presents.. i was thinking a TV and DVD player for my room.. but really my computer is just fine for watching DVDs on and i don't really NEED to watch mindless TV in my room when we have a TV in the living room. Any ideas?? Help a woman out here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;15) Okay so the other day Heather and I wanted to go do Karaoke but since i live in the NW now we had to find a new place to go to. We looked it up on the internet and found out that the Point and Feather in Ranchlands has karaoke on Sat. nights so off we went. Much to our dismay we got there, ordered our MINI PITCHERS of drinks, and realized it wasn't karaoke so much as.. name that TUNE. WELLL .. did we wuss out? did we sulk away? did we give up and go home?? NO!! we were really late so we joined teams with these 2 girls who had been there since the start and had a decent amount of points.. and ended up WINNING THE WHOLE GODDAMN THING!! Yeaaaah we did. You shoulda seen me grab the mike and scream "WAKE ME UP BEFORE YOU GO GO BY WHAM!!!" .. ooh and us dancing to "hey ya" with the middle agers at the table next to us - classic. Just goes to show that Heather and I can make the best of any situation and have fun no matter what. We won a 25$ bar tab but we were leaving anyways so we just left it with the other 2 girls. I only got one pic cause i didn't take my cam. to the bar, i got Karen to take this before we left cause Heather looked so goddamn hot. She got a cute new coat too which i am jealous of cause i can't find my winter coat.. but it's not in this pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9240165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/400/P9240165.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BAh! She's still so nice and tanned. You can hold all your jokes about my ghostliness.. i know i'm white and i'm okay with it. I've really heard enough about it in the past few months (especially from my managers at moxies.. gah). If you were really my friend you would rather me be white than sit in a cancer box and slowly kill myself to fit society's picture of 'beautiful'. If we lived in Cleopatra's day and age we would all be painting our skin to make it whiter so maybe i was just born in the wrong century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Alright thats just about the right amount of rambling for one night, my typing muscles are starting to hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Love you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112778507169094520?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112778507169094520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112778507169094520' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112778507169094520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112778507169094520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/09/s-r-tpee.html' title='S. R. T...PEE?'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112719402576846114</id><published>2005-09-19T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:53:52.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My camera works! Oh glorious day it works. I don't know how and i don't know why it wouldn't before.. but i didn't get it fixed and i went to pick it up from the stupid people who were going to charge me way too much.. and it just WORKED. It's a little screwy every now and then and i still haven't figured out if it knows how to zoom properly anymore but I DON'T CARE . my baby works and i'm no longer camera-less. WHICH IS WHY i am now able to present to you my 4th roommate!! I just snapped this picture tonight before blogging cause i knew you were all in suspense:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9190156crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/P9190156crop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Everyone meet Danielle (on the right) and re-meet Carina (left). Danielle is from Camrose, so not too far at all (anyone remember going to band camp in Camrose?? well I sure do and it was buckets of fun). Anyhow Danielle is the lovely provider of our tv and vcr and a great deal of our dishes and pots and pans. Wonderful. So now you've met everyone. But Karen just got a brand new laptop and is acting like a kid on christmas right now so i just might go snap another shot of her and post it before i'm even done writing this post!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Alright so Monday nights are wing night at Kilkenny which is a 20 min walk from our place. Since i missed last monday because of work, i was definitely in tonight. Here's the crew and all of our many many wings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P91901531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P91901531.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P91901521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P91901521.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;From Left: Me, Matt, Brandi, Sophie (on x-change from France), John, John, Lindsay, Sheldon, Ben, and Sammie (x-change from Britain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;There are 2 Johns cause we were at 2 consecutive tables in a circle and i was taking a pic of each half of the circle so he happened to be in both.. cause i know you were wondering what kind of parents name their twin boys both John.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9190154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9190154.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P91901551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P91901551.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mmm, honey garlic. Too bad my jaw has been locked and only opens halfway all day so i had to tear apart all the wings with my hands and then shove tiny pieces into my half-open mouth. BOO. Still they were tasty and i will do that again any time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Alright here's a couple more pics from our apartment that i just took:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9190158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9190158.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P91901571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P91901571.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Karen &amp; her room &amp;amp; her new laptop!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Alright now there is absolutely no doubt that Karen has the most stuff i've ever seen anyone our age own ever EVER ever. She has 4 bottles of every kind of lotion/perfume/hair stuff and she has candles and pictures and clothes and blankets and FOOD so much canned food. Anyhow, i'm not criticizing cause i'm not the neatest person myself.. but just take a look at our bathroom and our storage room.. KEEP IN MIND: this is only mine and Karen's, the other 2 girls have their own bathroom and storage room which are pretty much completely empty. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9190160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9190160.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P9190161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P9190161.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Alright on the left you have our bathroom, and if you go back in the archives you'll see a picture i posted of the bathroom when i came to look at the apartment a few months ago. It now looks as though an entire village landed on our counter. LOVE IT! Finally nobody to yell at me about having all my stuff on the counter, the left half is mine and the right half is Karen's stuff. Beautiful i say. -- NOW, take a close look at all the stuff in the storage room - about 1/3 of Karen's packaged and canned goods (the rest of which are in the kitchen cupboards) and ALL of those laundry detergents are HERS. not a one belongs to me. How many different detergents does one little girl really need?? I dare you to count them all and leave me the # in my comments!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Alright well i should head to bed as class starts WAY too early every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Love you all &amp; miss you too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112719402576846114?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112719402576846114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112719402576846114' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112719402576846114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112719402576846114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/09/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112674307826563651</id><published>2005-09-14T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T17:21:22.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;MY ROOMMATES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/1.Woche0471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/400/1.Woche047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Alright, so the girl in the middle is Karen who is an International Relations major, and on the right is Carina - a German exchange engineering student. The last roommate is Danielle, a Sociology student, but i don't have any pictures of her yet because YES i am still borrowing pictures from everyone and these happen to be ones Carina took last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So, best part about having a German exchange student roommate?... hanging out with her and her german exchange student friends!! Man these kids know how to drink, although according to them "It is so expensive to get drunk here in Canada". I will now introduce you to the 3 guys that came here on the same program as Carina who are also all in engineering and come from the same university as Carina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/1.Woche051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/1.Woche051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This is Frank. Frank is a passionate capricorn who studies civil engineering, likes pink slippers and walks outdoors in spandex shorts. Alright i made the capricorn part up and the slippers are mine, but the rest is true. Plus he makes a mean spaghetti with tomato sauce.. even if it is out of a jar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/1.Woche0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/1.Woche0481.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Next we have Thomas (with the emphasis on the last syllable mind you). He frequently drinks TNT (as you can see if you enlarge the pictures) because it's cheap beer with 6% alcohol, and according to the germans "it is so expensive to get drunk here".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/1.Woche053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/1.Woche053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And last but not least we have Fabian who, when this picture was taken, was fascinated with my hair straightener. Apparently they aren't too mainstream in Germany, he'd never seen one before. Anyhow, Fabian is the mastermind behind the best quote of the week: "I just made wee wee into my trousers." In his defence we were talking about the fact that you can say "pissed" to mean drunk or to mean peeing. Well either way, he's crazy and has a very loud high pitched laugh and feels like a criminal in this country when he goes for a cigarette.. which is at least 10 times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So there you have it.. the german crew. Carina has them over all the time and they make dinner together pretty much every day. Ooh and they taught me how to swear in german.. but i wouldn't be able to spell what they taught me for the life of me. In english it's "shut up you asshole", so that should prove to be very useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Alright i better go do some dishes, we're actually doing a good job of keeping our living area decent but my bedroom is already a mess-ola. Surprise surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112674307826563651?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112674307826563651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112674307826563651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112674307826563651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112674307826563651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/09/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112673961660883281</id><published>2005-09-14T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T17:51:28.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright i'm all moved in. ALLLL moooooved IN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Now since my camera is wrecked, i'm just going to be borrowing pictures from everyone to show you all what things are like. These first one's are from Lisa when she came over on my FIRST DAY here (Saturday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/colleenmoxies%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/colleenmoxies%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/colleenmoxies%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/colleenmoxies%20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright here we have my bedroom (note the picture frames that match the bedspread!! me and my mom found them and they weren't even made to match the comforter). And on the right is our kitchen, how quaint.. lets just hope it stays that clean forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/colleenmoxies%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/colleenmoxies%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So, being the gourmet chef that i am, i fired up the microwave (after some help from Lisa - give me a break, the microwave we had at my house had 1 knob and you turned it and then pressed start, how am i to know what all these crazy buttons mean) and made some delicious 3 cheese spaghetti from a bag, which started out a little rough but ended up delicious!! I didn't have a lot of dishware and didn't want to wash it after, so Lisa and I ate out of.. well.. here i'll show you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/colleenmoxies%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/colleenmoxies%20018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/colleenmoxies%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/colleenmoxies%20021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But don't listen to what Lisa says, i don't have the bigger dish because i'm selfish... she told me she had just eaten!! She said she wasn't hungry!! Ohh whatever, i give up, im just a selfish spaghetti eating biatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright, my computer for some reason won't work so i will post pictures of my roommates and new friends as soon as it does!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112673961660883281?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112673961660883281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112673961660883281' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112673961660883281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112673961660883281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/09/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home!!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112625052429846680</id><published>2005-09-09T01:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T01:24:34.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is officially over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Well maybe not according to the weather man, but for all intents and purposes.. my summer is over. Today was my last day of full-time type work, i'm taking 9 days off to get settled in to my new place and my new schedule, and then only working 2 days a week. So really, that along with the massive amounts of packing i've been doing are sort of my signal that summer is drawing to an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I don't know if i ever posted this before, but here are a couple pics we took at the very beginning of the summer when Matt, Lindsay and Laura came home and we all got together:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5030656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5030656.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5030657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5030657.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hehe i love how it turns from nice picture into demonic crazies.. except that laura just looks tired in both of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Man so here's an update on the camera situation, cause i know you're all wondering how the heck i'm going to survive my first week of res without my freaking CAMERA. I took the damn thing in to the place to show them that it was broken and hopefully get it fixed, and they took it and told me that they'd check to see if the work is on warrantee or not and if it isn't then i'll have to pay them to fix it. If i don't want them to fix it (it could be more expensive to fix than to just get a new one) then i have to pay them $16.00 just to give the damn thing back to me. GAH. So i'm leaving the camera fixy place and am walking down the street and realize that i've gone too far and haven't come across my car yet. I walk back down the street and up it once more, before i find the meter where i parked my car and look at the sign and realize i had parked in a goddamned loading zone. That stupid sign was so confusing, i read that i could park there at that hour, but what i hadn't read was that i couldn't STOP there at that time. SOOOOOOO.. i then had to wait downtown for 45 min by myself so my mom could come pick me up. I was on the phone with Lisa, when some guy came up a flight of stairs right behind me and kindly told me that i was standing right in front of a gay bar. Interesting. Well, the story ends sadly - i had to pay $104.00 to get my car back, so dammit it just wasn't a good day at all. I spose the moral of the story is that i won't have a camera to take pics of all of our crazy boozing and the place and everything, which makes me sad. Maybe my mom can bring her digital cam when i move in and take a few pics for me to post.. or maybe someone ELSE will have a cam that i can steal pictures from!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;EVERYONE PRAY FOR ME THAT I HAVE KICKASS RAD ROOMMATES.. do it.. now! EEeeeEEeEeEEEE!! i am SOOO excited, i have been waiting to move into res ever since my first day of university when i realized that everyone that lived in res was having way more fun than me and not having to ride on the train for 2 hrs a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;AKIVA AKIVA.... i saw the commercial for Alex's episode of Much911 (to everyone that doesn't know, our friend Alex is going to be on Much911, he got to meet a bunch of kickass rad bands and they are putting it on tv!). The episode airs this monday.. as in 3 days from now. Annnnnd in the episode he's wearing that navy and white stripey shirt that he has been known to wear to summerstock. I feel like i almost know someone famous. Hahaha. oh my but he has gorgeous hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Alright that's it for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Love you all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;PS: if everyone sends me 5$ in the mail maybe i can pay back my stupid ticket. good plan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112625052429846680?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112625052429846680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112625052429846680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112625052429846680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112625052429846680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/09/summer-is-officially-over.html' title='Summer is officially over'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112598069581056624</id><published>2005-09-05T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:24:55.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one letter words..</title><content type='html'>I found this napkin when i was packing my stuff ..&lt;br /&gt;One night Robyn, Dionne, Matt E and I were out for dinner together. While waiting for the food we starting making up one letter words (everyone adds a letter until you make up a really long new word, and then everyone adds a word until you come up with a definition for that word). Anyhow the point is that i am about to throw out this napkin cause i have no use for it, but first i will post the 2 words we made up and their meanings so that we can remember them always! Plus i have some funny ones we made up in class in gr 12 that i'll post later if i come across them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berringsupdoopefuc&lt;br /&gt;definition: Verb - The best thing a person ca ndo when harvesting a pickle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malazzotazpiqlhertifucky&lt;br /&gt;definition: Adjective -  When you are really hungry and thirsty and you need some pee to drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i'm probably not done blogging for the night especially cause my camera is SORT of working for now, but for now i'm going to keep packing cause this is going to take me forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days!!&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112598069581056624?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112598069581056624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112598069581056624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112598069581056624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112598069581056624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-letter-words.html' title='one letter words..'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112564653250472990</id><published>2005-09-02T00:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T02:07:56.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stefanie's Last Hurrah!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Alright!! Stefanie was the photographer for the evening so i DO have new pictures to show you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Attention*:&lt;/span&gt; The following is a story about some girls who did some things and found it somewhat interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nce upon a time there was a girl named Stef who was leaving to go to Dalhousie University. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So, her friends strapped themselves into a car and they all went out for a night on the town. First they had to say some goodbyes to some friends at a local "taphouse". They said hi, gave out some hugs, and looked around for somewhere to sit. The girls quickly realized that they were outcasts and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;would never be welcome there, that and there were no seats left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; in the entire place, so they cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; their losses, said goodbye, and left the building in pursuit of more entertaining and less crowded places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/Nightoutwithfriends008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/Nightoutwithfriends008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/Nightoutwithfriends0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/Nightoutwithfriends0102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Exhibit A: Strapped In                  -------- Exhibit B: Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ell, what the girls found was a completely different.. crowded place. However, this crowded place had a live band and a Sean (def: Sean (Noun) - a middle aged married man found in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;crowded bars who thinks that you are "cool" and wants to buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; everyone drinks, but not in a creepy way) who bought us pizza from across the street, mmmm. The girls stayed a while longer in this place because even though it was crowded, the people there made room for them and let them into their circle of friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/Nightoutwithfriends020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/Nightoutwithfriends020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/Nightoutwithfriends012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/Nightoutwithfriends012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Exhibit C: Sean                     ------- Exhibit D:Pizza Eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ll of a sudden their friend Heather showed up out of nowhere and reminded them of their mission to find an un-crowded place. Once again the girls said their goodbyes followed by their patented goodbye dance by the boys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/Nightoutwithfriends025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/Nightoutwithfriends025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/Nightoutwithfriends023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/Nightoutwithfriends023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Exhibit E: Goodbye #2 ---        Exhibit F: Patented Goodbye Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;y that time, there were only the three strongest, most resilient girls left: Stef, Heather and Colleen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;These brave few made the long trek back to Stef's side of town, but on the way stopped to hunt some wild Quarter Pounders with Cheese and Chicken McNuggets for nourishment. They ended up getting a free apple pie too, but one girl didn't get a smartie's bar and she was sad.. but that's beside the point. They took the fresh carcuses (aka takeout bags) back to Stef's where they watched, talked, and ultimately slept through "The Phantom of the Opera".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/Nightoutwithfriends034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/Nightoutwithfriends034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/Nightoutwithfriends035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/Nightoutwithfriends035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Exhibit G: Wild Quarter Pounder ---                  Exhibit H: Wild French Fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;t one point Colleen arose and promply informed Heather that there was a large bug on her hand. Heather waved her hands around and squirmed for a bit but never did see a bug. It was never determined whether a bug actually existed or whether Colleen was still dreaming at that point, but perhaps it is better that they never actually knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ell, many lightyears later, the clock struck 2:00am and Colleen realized she had to get up early to spend the entire day at work, so the night quickly drew to an end and they all said their goodbyes for the last time. Our story ends 20 minutes later when Colleen opens an email containing all of the pictures taken merely hours before by Stefanie. This night will go down in history as "Stefanie's Last Hurrah".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/Nightoutwithfriends0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/Nightoutwithfriends027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Exhibit I: Final Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nd they all lived scrappily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~The End!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Alright that's it for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: 9 days!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PPS: .I bought pj pants that have little cartoon cows all over them and say "I LOVE MOO". To die for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112564653250472990?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112564653250472990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112564653250472990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112564653250472990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112564653250472990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/09/stefanies-last-hurrah.html' title='Stefanie&apos;s Last Hurrah!!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112543458544287562</id><published>2005-08-30T14:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T14:43:05.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>11 DAYS!</title><content type='html'>I think i'm going to start packing today, seeing as i have the whole day off from work. But that will have to wait until i finish this entry. You will even get to see some pictures because Lisa sent me some she took on Austin's last night out with us (he is going back to school at McGill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went out to moxie's Shaughnessy to see Kelly (who works at both moxie's's.. umm.. moxi?? what on earth is the plural? i'm going with Moxi) and then after we went to Boomtown for some karaoke but we only ended up singing a song or two cause we got there late and there were already so many people lined up to sing. Definitely not a stellar karaoke night but it was a fun night with friends: Kelly, Lana, Lana's roommate, MattE, Akiva, Lisa, and Austin. Lisa went camera crazy as usual and had us pose all sorts of crazy ways:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/austinslastnight%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/austinslastnight%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/austinslastnight%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/austinslastnight%20033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it's not fair that Lisa looks seductive and i look like a deer in the headlights.&lt;br /&gt;And on the right.. Lemon Face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/austinslastnight%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/austinslastnight%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/austinslastnight%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/austinslastnight%20037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is Akiva and I playing dead, or maybe we're playing movie versions of someone pretending they're dead when really they're just trying not to get killed by a maniacal murderer by tricking him into thinking they're already dead. Yeaa, thats it.&lt;br /&gt;The one on the right i call: "Akiva smells bad, ostracize him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/austinslastnight%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/austinslastnight%20053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/austinslastnight%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/austinslastnight%20038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what direction we were getting when we posed for that first pic, but i think it might have been something like: "Colleen, act like you think the fact that Lisa is constipated is just too scandalous for television." That must have been it. And on the right, a completely nice picture of Austin and Lana. It's lana's birthday today too!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! hopefully we do something fun tonight, too bad i won't be able to document it on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now i found some pictures on the summerstock page that are cute so i'm going to post some of those too, since my Gala post was definitely not extensive enough, and i'm already misisng summerstock people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/DSCF0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/DSCF0325.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/DSCF0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/DSCF0345.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caley and MattE getting a little wild at after-gala. They should have stood together, what with their color coordinating outfits and similar uggo-faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this picture is so cool that i'm going to make it big so you can see it, but u can always click on it to make it evvvven bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/DSCF03301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/400/DSCF0330.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's sort of just a snapshot of everyone out in the middle of Ryan's living room dancing and drinking, and if you look to the left you can see Joelle looking like an angel from heaven with her glowing skin and beautiful golden hair. Craaazzzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i just realized when looking at my pics that i have so many more from the actual Gala that are blog-worthy, so i'm going to save those for another day when i'm again pictureless but want to post pictures. It'll work out perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i spose i should start on my packing/cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 daaaays!&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i had a dream last night that i was at camp, and Lisa and Matt Molyneux were there with me, and they were both being mean to me and i couldn't find any nice clothes to wear and it wasn't fun at all. What does it all meannn??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112543458544287562?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112543458544287562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112543458544287562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112543458544287562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112543458544287562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/08/11-days.html' title='11 DAYS!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112521121295282860</id><published>2005-08-28T00:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T00:40:12.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no pictures :(</title><content type='html'>My poor little baby camera is sick :( I don't know what's wrong with it but when i turn it on the zoom goes out, and then back in, and then out and in again and then it turns back off. it's not the batteries so now i'm hooped. I guess i'll have to take it to a camera hospital somewhere, but in the meantime there will be no new pictures :(  This is even sadder cause i have so many new things to show you :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;new crocheting&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;new amazing things for my bedroom in res&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;new shoes (2 pairs!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;new hair cut!! yeaaa&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Well anyhow, those will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;For now i'll just say that it is exactly 2 weeks until i'll be all moved into my new place!!! So excited. In the meantime i have been and will be working every single day mostly double shifts because everyone has either quit or taken time off to get back to school, and i'm one of the few whose school doesn't start till the 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, to continue my countdown to freedom: 14 DAYYYYYSSSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112521121295282860?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112521121295282860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112521121295282860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112521121295282860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112521121295282860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-pictures.html' title='no pictures :('/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112491799733094810</id><published>2005-08-24T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T15:18:43.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A poetic ode to a vowel-chime sonnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by Akiva and Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;the blanket street lover&lt;br /&gt;covers my brother&lt;br /&gt;leaves me cold but filled with anal retentive resentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consecrate&lt;br /&gt;defecate&lt;br /&gt;elimidate&lt;br /&gt;poop is great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit alone today&lt;br /&gt;no-one to play&lt;br /&gt;perhaps because of cadaverous tinctures surrounding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coverlet&lt;br /&gt;cover it&lt;br /&gt;oven mitt&lt;br /&gt;i love shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when you see&lt;br /&gt;me on t.v.&lt;br /&gt;turn it to a different channel cause survivor is on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seaweed&lt;br /&gt;kiwi&lt;br /&gt;pee wee&lt;br /&gt;pee pee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually i eminate emerging exhibitions everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112491799733094810?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112491799733094810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112491799733094810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112491799733094810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112491799733094810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/08/poetic-ode-to-vowel-chime-sonnet.html' title='A poetic ode to a vowel-chime sonnet'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112478363504137327</id><published>2005-08-23T01:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T02:02:13.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>19 DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Well technically 18 cause it's 1:43am on Tuesday now, but i haven't been to bed yet so still.. 19 days till i move out!! Oh man this is going to be the most painful 19 days EVER just waiting and waiting and waiting till the day that i am free. Right now Akiva is helping me make a list of all the things i'm going to need to move out and he reminded me of "alarm clock" and "phone", man i'd be so out of touch without those. While i was thinking of things i remembered i never showed you all what my new bedding looks like so here is a picture i found on the internet of the whole thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/my%20bedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/400/my%20bedding1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So yes, it is zebra patterned BUT it's not black and white, it's black and a beatiful brownish/copper color. It's GORGEOUS in real life i promise. And the sheets are this gorgeous stripe pattern, they're all black but the striping is in a slightly shinier finish they are over 300 thread count and just really really nice. But, if you really want to see it all then you'll just have to come visit me in residence after i get all settled in! YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I bought new shoes today too YAY. Man i'm pretty sure all my days off from Moxie's in the next 3 weeks will be spent shopping, which i don't have a problem with at all. I need a new pair of jeans and i know exactly what i want which might make it kind of hard to find them. Speaking of Moxie's, i'm fine now. Other than sometimes work gets to be long hours and lots of running your ass off for ungrateful customers, i still love it and i would be so bored if i didn't work there.. and so often too. I don't know what to do when i go back to school though cause everyone tells me i just won't have the time and won't want to be working at all when i go back. I guess i'll try it out for a few weeks and if it doesn't work i can always quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Lisa, Lana and I saw "The Aristocrats" tonight. Man that is one dirty movie. Dirty yet really very funny. Too bad Lana fell asleep halfway through. I need to watch more movies i've decided. Maybe that's a good way to pass the time between now and September 10th. I am going to watch more by myself too, it's fun to unwind and crochet and watch a movie that everyone else has seen and doesn't want to see again with you, hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Alright thats about all for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;By the way i'm thinking of putting even more blonde into my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Thoughts??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i hope you noticed that my blog has gone blue. Some of the archived pages refuse to make the changeover, which is funny and odd. What do you think about the new look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112478363504137327?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112478363504137327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112478363504137327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112478363504137327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112478363504137327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/08/19-days.html' title='19 DAYS'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112443292822124094</id><published>2005-08-19T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T00:57:31.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i promised myself..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;that i would never cry about work. Well at least i didn't cry AT work. but soon as i walked out the back door to start the long trek to my car i felt a tear roll down my cheek, and a few more came after that.. by the time i got into my car i was bawling like a little baby. A baby i say. As i sit at my computer, still all stuffed up from crying too much, I just have to laugh a bit. I read some posts on the summerstock callboard and realized that there ARE people out there that don't judge me and don't care how much money i make for their company. And i love those people and things really aren't as bad as they seem. Sometimes you just need a good cry and something upsetting to happen, so you can appreciate the good people in your life. So now my tears are gone, i promise. I love work and the people at work. I was just a little frustrated i guess and annoyed at myself for letting something so dumb get to me. I try to be tough i really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;On a more cheerful note, Gala was fun times. Here are a few pics, but really it would take me too long to post them all (cause lord knows i take too many pictures).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8130028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8130028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P1010072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P1010072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8130022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8130022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8140088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8140088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8130073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8130073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;That was at Gala, sort of like our graduation from the program so everyone gets all dressed up (even the statues.. thanx to Quinn!). And then after we have after-gala.. sort of like after-grad when everyone gets drunk and dances around and sings to crazy music and many people spoon in a hide-a-bed and then go hay-bale jumping at 6am.. WAIT what?? That didn't happen at your after-grad? Well then maybe it's not quite like that, but fun none-the-less. Here's some pics to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; prove it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8140092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8140092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8140095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8140095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8140098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8140098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8140091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8140091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And then of course, there's CLEANUP, which turns Gala into a 2 day event. After after-gala we all get to go back to the school and put away the entire set including HUGE piles of wood scraps that get to be moved not ONCE but TWICE from one place to another. Now cleanup itself.. not so much fun.. but going to Rielle's after cleanup to watch Babe and make the biggest pot of KD in the planet.. MUCHO EXCELLENTE. Again.. pictures to prove it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8140102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8140102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8140101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8140101.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Put these together with 2 superb chefs and you get:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8140105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8140105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8140107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8140107.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"At'll do pig, at'll do" - Farmer Hoggett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love you all (especially lisa who talked me out of the blubbery whiny mess i was in earlier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PS: 22 days until i move out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PPS: thanx for the nice comment on my last post Quinn. Nice to see that someone reads my crazy ramblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112443292822124094?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112443292822124094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112443292822124094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112443292822124094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112443292822124094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-promised-myself.html' title='i promised myself..'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112374752648432132</id><published>2005-08-11T01:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T02:05:26.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>at the end of the day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I feel that this will end up as somewhat of an SRT post, so maybe i'll start with the numbers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Scattered Random Thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1) i love how music can completely enhance a mood i'm in . If i'm upset i put on some mellow music and it just brings me to a place.. a place that is still upset but in a much more comforting way. And of course happy music makes happy times much better too.. but happiness is not what promted this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2) my hand hurts. I got stung by a wasp today. For the first time ever. I've never been stung by a bee or a wasp or anything like that before. It really hurt and now it's all puffy. Worst part: the wasp showed up in my purse.. STILL ALIVE... a couple hours later. Best part: Heather actually showed some sympathy for me, and some vengeance against the wasp. Love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3) I am having the hardest time EVER waiting for September to come. I know its bad cause summer is beautiful and a time to be free and enjoy everything.. but i really just want to go back to school. Nont only do i feel like i'm wasting my mind, but i am also just excited to move out, and get back in the groove of school. Ooh here's pictures of the living room and kitchen of the apartment in residence that i'll be living in :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P80509611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8050961.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8050962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8050962.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4) I still don't have a dress for Gala. It's sort of like a graduation that we have from the program of "summerstock" which is essentially the play that we're doing right now. We're supposed to wear ball gowns but i can't find anything good at the stores, so i might just end up wearing my grad dress. Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5) It's really hot in my room. Maybe cause i have the space heater right next to me on high. But when i turn it off i get freezing cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6) Yesterday CJ, Kayla, Akiva and I went to Eau Claire on an excursion before summerstock. We got chinese food and ice cream and then went to the dollar store on a search for 'friendship' somethings. After Akiva suggested we get 'friendship saltshakers' we actually ended up finding something BETTER (i know.. hard to do). We found these beaded bracelets where one says "best" and the other one says "friend". But the one CJ pointed to first didn't say "friend" it said "dneirf" and there is absolutely no possible way to wear it that makes it say 'friend' the right way around. It's genius. So we all bought those, although the rest of them were spelled the right way. Glorious day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/Project2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/Project2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7) I was trying to come up with a potential tattoo. This is the drawing i have so far. Feel free to comment on it or change it or tell me something else you think i should get ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8) I have an orthodontist appointment tomorrow. Lets hope he tells me i'm getting my braces off soon. Unless you're Cale and happen to like my braces for some odd reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;9) I miss Cale. I don't even know if he's in Alberta anymore. I'm afraid to call incase he's gone and then i'll be even sadder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;10) I also have an appointment with an internist tomorrow. Apparently they check out your...internal.. organs? Well. Could be an adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;11) Tomorrow is my last night performing with Akiva.. because it's Akiva's last night performing! It's going to be so much fun i know it. I also know that the old sap is going to cry like a baby after it's over. Good thing everyone isn't stone cold like me. I never cry at the right moments. Anyhow that's off topic.. Akiva i had so much fun performing with you this year and spending the entire summer with you all the time and forgetting to pick you up sometimes and pretending to be weird raptor.. things... ALL OF IT.. just fun times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;12) The baby blanket is NEVER going to be done. I feel like giving up so badly. It's about maybe half way right now and i have been working on it every second i get. How frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;13) A few candid moments behind the scenes of "Annie Get Your Gun".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8030923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8030923.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P5040659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P5040659.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I call them "Scott tries to be scary" and "Scott wears pink fur". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;14) Lisa and I just watched 'the Jacket'. What a crazy and amazing movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright it's bed time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112374752648432132?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112374752648432132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112374752648432132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112374752648432132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112374752648432132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/08/at-end-of-day.html' title='at the end of the day..'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112314724132770346</id><published>2005-08-04T02:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T03:28:32.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ravish me... i'm READY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;YAY! today was an amazing show. (Ps: "ravish me, i'm ready" is a line from the play.. i'm really not ready myself.. at all.. to be ravished) Anyhow, there was so much energy tonight and nothing major went wrong... in fact i can't think of anything that went wrong. It was the first time i got to perform with Akiva so that was really fun. It's really neat getting to perform opposite two different people, Akiva and Keith both play the part differently but they both fit with my character and both are great performers. Anyhow, Lisa, Kelly, Austin and Lana from work came to watch today which was nice, and Jill was there as well. I got Lisa to take some pictures and she took some really awesome ones, so i'll put them up here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;These first 4 pics are from opening night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/DSC01124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/DSC01124.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/DSC011391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/DSC01139.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/lisa%26colleen1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/lisa%26colleen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/DSC01164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/DSC01164.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And now here are some from tonight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8030941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8030941.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8030956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8030956.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Anyhow, i really should get to bed... but i have a knitting picture to post first! I finished my first off-white cabled wrist warmer &amp; it is so cute. Someday i might finish the second to match it. I plan on making tons of different styles of wristwarmers, they're so fun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you want a pair just let me know and someday i bet i'll make them for you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P8020941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P8020941.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Here it is pictured with my new skirt AND shoes i got on my shopping/restaurant-hopping/walking down 17th ave. date with Lisa yesterday. Thank you to Lisa AND her friend Bryan for helping me find a kickass rad new outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Alright bed time for me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112314724132770346?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112314724132770346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112314724132770346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112314724132770346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112314724132770346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/08/ravish-me-im-ready.html' title='Ravish me... i&apos;m READY!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112262228466819261</id><published>2005-07-29T01:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:55:56.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Alright so the show goes up (starts performances) on August 1st... and i have tonsils the size of texas. Seriously they're huge. Apparently i have a viral infection, thats why the tests said, but i go in to the doctor tomorrow morning so that she can tell me what i'm supposed to do about it. In the meantime i've been taking SO many vitamins and eating so many vegetables and drinking tons of water. I can still sing and talk and all that, my voice just sounds a little funny cause theres really only a tiny hole left in my throat for air to go through. YEAH that makes it really difficult to eat sometimes. Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;ANYWAYS so the show is called "Annie Get Your Gun" and i'm performing August 1, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10, 11, 12 &amp; 13 at 6:30pm. And for all of you who went to Wise Wood, if you come on Aug. 3, 4, 7, or 11 you will get to see Matt Eger, Rielle, Akiva and I perform all together! I know this is all very confusing so maybe just check with me before buying tickets and i can let you know if the day you want to come is going to be good. [PS: You can get the tickets from ticketmaster.. they're around 12 bucks i think... and all of the proceeds go to scholarships for the actors.] If you want you can also just come down to the plaza and sit on the grass and watch the show for free. I dont care.. as long as you come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with a few pictures from the show so you can get some sort of an idea of what it's about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/DSC01030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/320/DSC01030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/DSC01046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/DSC01046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/IMG_52791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/IMG_52791.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright time for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112262228466819261?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112262228466819261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112262228466819261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112262228466819261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112262228466819261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/07/sick-sucks.html' title='Sick Sucks'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112211076080159837</id><published>2005-07-23T03:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T03:58:51.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke QUEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Thats me alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Our staff party earlier this week was so much fun. We booked the top floor of the Bull and Finch and had Karaoke and drinks and food and pool and fuseball and FUN! I should really get to bed here cause it's almost 4 and i have to work tomorrow morning on the patio (hooray for short skirts and hooker boots at work).. but i want to post some pictures first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P71808431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180843.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;There's Matt shaving Icabodian the dinasauragatoradile (we're not sure what it is.. some sort of reptile) on the way to the party. For some reason Lisa has razors in her car and matt felt the need to groom the stuffed animal that they won at the Stampede. I just LOVE this picture, it really captures the 5 year old boy within Matt. Perfect !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright the rest of the pictures are of various party festivities including the karaoke. For the sake of just posting bunch of pics without having it take a zillion years.. i'm not going to write anything about them for now (except for maybe a few where i can't resist), i'll just post them all and you can click on them to enlarge them or right click to save them to your computer if you're in them and want a copy or whatnot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180844.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180846.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180847.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180849.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these pictures in a row are hurting my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180866.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180862.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180876.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180875.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Does anyone else feel the same way? Maybe i just take too many pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P71808591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P71808591.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180879.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180872.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180867.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Oh look how Lisa loves to be seranaded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She just deserves to be sung to all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180890.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180877.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180892.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180886.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180884.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7180883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7180883.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We ACTUALLY got Mike (our GM) to sing!! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ooh all of these pictures remind me that i have this roll of film on which 20 pictures were taken at some point between the summer and my birthday last year but were never developed because i never took the last 4 pictures on the roll after i got my digital camera and started using that all the time. Well tonight i used the last 4 pictures at rehearsal so i'm going to take it in to be developed tomorrow. i'm so excited to see what 9 month old pictures could be waiting for me! :) YAAAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm off to bed now. But before i let it go too long, EVERYONE better be coming to see the show i'm in .. Annie Get your Gun.. in Olympic Plaza the first 2 weeks of August. CALL ME and i'll tell you all about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love you all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112211076080159837?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112211076080159837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112211076080159837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112211076080159837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112211076080159837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/07/karaoke-queen.html' title='Karaoke QUEEN'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112124342548272091</id><published>2005-07-13T02:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T02:50:34.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stampede and other festivities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mmm stampede. I say that and i MEAN it cause the only reason i even LIKE stampede is because the food i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7100835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7100835.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;s so mmmm yummy. I ate SOOO much. Too bad they didn't have deep fried snickers bars this year, Matt and I were so ready. BUT they do have CHICKEN SCHNITZEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We started off our day at the stampede at around... 6:30pm because I worked until 3:30am the night/morning before, and Matt worked at 7am that same morning (if that makes ANY sense to you) sooo i slept all day and Matt needed some nappage before our big outing. Anyhow... THIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;is how happy Matt looked before some guy with really lowriding pants slapped him in the face. "LOVVVVE!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I also got a few rad-ass ride pictures, although i personally only went on one ride .. and by the way thank you Akiva and Tyne for the tickets to get me on that ride. You know, the appeal of the rides at the Stampede reallllly wears off after having lived in Calgary your whole life and therefore going to the stampede a few times every year for.. a lot of years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7100834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7100834.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7100836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7100836.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lets see, what else is new..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We're back to rehearsing every evening. However i wish that it was during the day because i never have any energy by night time plus how am i EVER going to get a good summer tan when i'm working all day and by the time we get to rehearsal the suns not tanning anymore :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh well, tonight I went to Boston Pizza for some pasta tuesday after rehearsal with Lisa and Matt, which reminded me to post my other pictures taken last tuesday when we all went to Moxies for Margaritas, and then down to 17th and i locked my keys in my car and then found the AMA guy on the street and then we went to Classic Jacks and THEN we went to Boston Pizza afterwards. YEP, thats how it happened. Right the pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P70508261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P70508261.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7050820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7050820.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww i love girls nights. We all got dressed up and shared a classic combo platter and some extra popcorn shrimp and bugged Colin and got Brendan to make us special margaritas PLUS Lindsay and Lisa got Mexican Bulldogs. WHYY didn't I take a picture of that??  (ps i have no clue why this is underlined, its just the way it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7050827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7050827.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/1600/P7050831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2070/632/200/P7050831.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright tell my that isn't the CUTEST cocktail drinking picture EVER!! MmmmMm! I've become QUITE the margarita/daquiri/bellini drinker this summer. I'm addicted to sugar and alcohol, whats wrong with that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Gah i don't feel like going to sleep but i'm pretty darn sleepy. Maybe i just should since i have an orthodontist appointment tomorrow that i have to get up for. Eww. BUT my braces should be coming off soon so that's a happy thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MANNN i can't wait till September when i get to go shopping for stuff for my new place!!! 2 months till school starts again :) I just want to LEAAAAARN. That sounds dumb. In 3 months when i'm already sick of school, remind me that i wanted to learn so badly before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;right okay i'm going to bed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'll post some knitting pics next time, the blanket is coming along.. slowly but surely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ALSO you need to see a picture of the boys in Summerstock dressed as acrobats OH MY LORD i have never seen 4 boys in tighter clothing before in my entire life. Dress rehearsal tomorrow.. i'll have to bring my camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112124342548272091?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112124342548272091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112124342548272091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112124342548272091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112124342548272091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/07/stampede-and-other-festivities.html' title='Stampede and other festivities'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-112054454079939804</id><published>2005-07-05T00:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T00:47:14.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 million</title><content type='html'>That is around how many knitting projects i have started and haven't finished yet. Lets make a list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- legwarmers&lt;br /&gt;- baby blanket&lt;br /&gt;- crocheted flower purse&lt;br /&gt;- crocheted afghan&lt;br /&gt;- cabled toque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's not 7 million but it's quite a few and now i have another to add to the list. i present to you 'wrist warmer':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/640/P7040814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P7040814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/640/P7040819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P7040819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a surprise for a very cute friend of mine who says her hands and wrists get cold when she's typing on her computer. I realized i had that problem too and that is how the wristwarmer came to be. I am only done one however, but perhaps i'll keep plugging and the partner will be done soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright last week me, Lisa, Leila, Kendra and her friend went to the Roadhouse. I took some super cute pics yet when i looked at them today, to my dismay, i realized that there was a freaking smudge on my lens that entire night !! You can definitely see it it pretty much blurs someones face (mostly mine) in every picture to follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/640/P6250810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P6250810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/640/P6250808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P6250808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/640/P6250812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P6250812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/640/P6250813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P6250813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and of course we saw Jill there beer-tubbing so i hopped up on her bench and got a pic with her. Plus it was D'Evan's Re-birthday so we saw her for a bit.. actually i believe i ran around the washroom screaming D'EVAAAAN while she was in the can because Lisa told me she saw her in there and i was.. well.. a little tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow here are some updates cause it's been a while:&lt;br /&gt; - back to summerstock in 1 week, i've been working SOOO much during this hiatus from rehearsals, holy man. for instance right now i'm in the middle of 9 days straight working no days off, and 4 of those days i'm working doubles.. like TODAY when i was at Moxies for 12 hours straight. WOW so glad i love all the people there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - our kitchen is finally done! there are a few finishing touches to put in.. like putting the new fridge back into the kitchen, but it looks really gorgeous and finally we got rid of that microwave from the 80s that had no buttons just a turny  knob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i got into res at UofC.. i found that out a while ago but i think i kept forgetting to write it here. I'm living in Cascade, the newest apartment style building. it's a NICCCE building! It even had a mini gym in the basement with workout machines and cross trainers and treadmills and a TV. Man i don't even have to make the 3 minute trek to the kinesiology building to go to the gym. I applied for a co-ed room so chances are i'll be living with one other girl and 2 guys, we share a common space and a kitchen, but there are 2 bathrooms in the apartment and everyone gets their own bedroom with a lock on it, so thats nice. MANNN the apartment is tiny, but get this... my closet will be HUGE they're all WALK IN closets. k the closet is like.. almost bigger than the actual room, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i can't think of anything else to update you on right now so i will wrap it up here by saying thank you Cale and Akiva for 1) reading my blog still and 2) supporting me. I love you guys so much you are awesome friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night:)&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-112054454079939804?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/112054454079939804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=112054454079939804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112054454079939804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/112054454079939804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/07/7-million.html' title='7 million'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-111890772763532338</id><published>2005-06-16T01:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T01:42:08.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't think anyone reads this anymore</title><content type='html'>which is why i think i'm safe to write about some more personal stuff. I finished the last page of my actual private real paper journal last night, and i didn't have a chance to buy a new one today, and i don't want to start another one on just some random piece of paper. so here i am writing about my teenage troubles on the world wide web. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion that i'm much too confrontational. Every time i sense a problem i talk about it with the person and usually they don't even realize anything is wrong and then they get mad at me for bringing up problems that 'don't even exist' and then i look like an emotional fool. Dammit! not cool colleen not cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rielle just apologized to me for not sticking up for me the other day. Aww. Love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm maybe there are some people out there who understand me and just don't get the chance to say it all the time. Perhaps i should stop being whiny and appreciate what i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to continue what i was saying earlier, i bring up problems so that we can work through them and so that they don't continue to grow and turn into really big problems. Yet most of the time i just get chewed out for fabricating problems out of thin air. And that makes me feel stupid at the time, and i apologize and  blame it on me being emotional and stupid..  but when i think about it.. maybe it's not my fault. I'm just trying to do what's best and if someone cares about me wouldn't they see that? I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... In other news....&lt;br /&gt;-Heather's home from Thailand.. yay&lt;br /&gt;-My kitchen is now completely useless and off-limits until it's done being renovated&lt;br /&gt;-I found a really gross spider in my room the other night&lt;br /&gt;-I'm really slacking on my baby blanket knitting which sucks cause Alison's not slacking on her baby-making which means the baby is still coming out in august whether or not the blanket is ready! &lt;br /&gt;-We have 3 more rehearsals until hiatus! That should be fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now i am going to get ready for bed like a normal person and get into bed like a normal person and then fall asleep like a normal person and TOMORROW i will do my best to pretend i'm a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-111890772763532338?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/111890772763532338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=111890772763532338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111890772763532338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111890772763532338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-dont-think-anyone-reads-this-anymore.html' title='i don&apos;t think anyone reads this anymore'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-111629155032929682</id><published>2005-05-16T18:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T19:38:34.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>KnitMANIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright well since it's the summer and up until yesterday i have been jobless, i have had lots of time to knit and knit and crochet and crochet to my hearts content. I currently have 2 projects i'm working on. One is my flower purse which you can see me working on in the middle of our Annie Get Your Gun rehearsal (we were running lines, but clearly i'm way too good to have to pay attention). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P5110675.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P5110675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here on the left is the picture in my K1 (knit one) magazine of what the finished purse is sposed to look like, and on the right are all of the flowers that i have crocheted so far. Yes, i have a long way to go! But they go by quick and its fun coming up with new color combinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P5160684.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P5160684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P5160689.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P5160689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;And next up we have my newest project and definitely the BIGGEST project i've undertook. This is a baby blanket for Alison, the wonderful music director at Summerstock. She isn't finding out what sex her baby is in advance, so i had to pick a neutral color. I figured this was such a pretty color that it would look good on either a boy or a girl plus it would go with whatever other colors Alison picks out for the baby. Holy man, i love the lacy pattern for this blanket but it takes SOOO long to do! The picture on the right is how much i have gotten done so far, and I've been working on it for 5 days straight. AND LOOK AT THE MONSTER BALL OF YARN. I have 2 of them, TWO OF THEM, for this blanket. I would say that they are bigger than an OSTRICH egg. Man. That is a lot of turqoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P5160683.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P5160683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P5160677.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P5160677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P5160684.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;EEEE I'm so excited to watch the finale of the bachelor tonight. Charlie had better pick Sarah B, she is way too cute to let go. Krisily just bugs me.. a lot (although ANYONE is better than Sarah W).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Incase anyone was wondering, i no longer work at BPs. I now work at the new Moxies that is opening in Southport. Right now we're in training every day and there are ZILLIONS of things for us to memorize. Holy MAN, plus we have tests every day and we have to get above 85% on all of them (or else?!). So thats what i'm up to lately, that AND i'm now discovering how much I like going on WALKS! So, if you feel like going on a walk with me, just gimme a call on a nice day and i'm THERE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright last but not least, i had to post this pic of my dear friend Ms. Stefanie Markle. This is a pic of her and some friends (from left, Jenny, Stef, girl i don't know, Joey) at the Big Rock&lt;br /&gt;"Eddies". Now look closely... at Stefanies dress.. and tell me it's not the cutest thing you ever saw. Now look closer and tell me she's not Carrie from Sex and the City. Alright she doesn't look EXACTLY like her or anything, but she's cute, short, blonde, and DRESSES JUST AS WELL AS CARRIE. I can only hope and pray that someday Stef will give me her leftover used clothing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/girls%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/girls%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;On that note, i think i will go knit some more, or read my millions of training manuals from moxies. Or hope and pray for Stefs clothing. And in half an hour watch the bachelor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: REALLY! Call me about WALKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-111629155032929682?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/111629155032929682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=111629155032929682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111629155032929682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111629155032929682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/05/knitmania.html' title='KnitMANIA'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-111580001411588656</id><published>2005-05-11T02:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T03:20:53.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather is OLLLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright well she might not even see this because she's halfway Across the WORLD, but i'm posting it anyways. A few weeks ago was Heather's 19th bday and oh what fun shenanigans ensued. First off we went out for dessert the night before her birthday at the Chocolate Bar, ohhh soooo good. I had a piece of chocolate sin cake and she had a piece of chocolate ecstacy. How can you pass up cake named like that?? You can't. Anyhow it was raining, so i made her stay outside the car a little longer just for that special touch. I did, however, give her my umbrella being the gentlewoman that i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then after dessert we went to James Browns new place and played some hilarious game where you put the cards on your head and try and figure out who has the highest cards. I dunno.. but it made for good picture taking (click on that one to see the full picture, their facial expressions are priceless).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4170594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 127px; height: 101px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4170594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P41705981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 111px; height: 101px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P41705981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4180602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px; width: 121px; height: 102px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4180602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the next day on her actual birthday, when she had to WORK, i took heather her b-day present to her work along with a giant butterfly balloon that was surprisingly expensive for plastic and helium, but she deserves the best. Anyhow, that is my tribute to Heat and i miss her so much right now. Every time something happens and i want to call her and tell her, i remember that i can't and now i have so many things just bottled up inside!!! Lol. Anyhow i hope you're having fun baby and i'll see you soon. (ps: i heard Semi-charmed Life today on the radio and thought of you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i better run,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: dammit, hunky renovation guy saw me in my gym shorts today, bah! they're going to be poking around my house for a while starting tomorrow morning. plus they're doing the bathroom first and its right next to my bedroom. there goes my sleep-in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-111580001411588656?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/111580001411588656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=111580001411588656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111580001411588656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111580001411588656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/05/heather-is-ollld.html' title='Heather is OLLLD'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-111508527294730404</id><published>2005-05-02T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T20:55:51.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody knows where they might end up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That's such a cute little ditty.. the theme song for Grey's Anatomy, my favorite new show for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes i realize i've been non-existant for a few weeks but.. thats not.. my fault. Ive been busy with exams and summerstock and finding a job and such. Anyhow now i have no excuse so here are some pics from a couple weeks ago when Nikki Kendal and I went to Cowboys for Ladies night.. Kendal has the hookups so we got a limo there for just the 3 of us haha. What fun.. plus we got a whack of free drinks when we got there.. just look at this bounty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4130533.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4130533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4130534.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4130534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lord! And we drank all that and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh and we lucked out cause it was 'strippercise' night so there was a chick there teaching it.. if you don't know what it is it's basically an aerobic/dance class with some racy moves, theres no actual STRIPPING involved. Sorry Guys.. but heres a pic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4130538.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4130538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you look real close on the right u can see me, you'll recognize me by my really hot jeans. Alright and all that excercise made us hungry so i present to you the UGLIEST EATING PICTURE EVER.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4130543.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4130543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4130550.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4130550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, love it. And on the right is Nikki and I with two of their ladies night friends Rhys and Spencer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Alright thats it for tonight. I just went out for a lovely dinner with my darling Cale, and later on i'm going to go see Blaine! Wow everyones home now it's awesome!! Except Akiva.. he's a slow one that boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-111508527294730404?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/111508527294730404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=111508527294730404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111508527294730404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111508527294730404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/05/nobody-knows-where-they-might-end-up.html' title='Nobody knows where they might end up...'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-111405875591300039</id><published>2005-04-20T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T23:50:44.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SO MUCH BSD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Okay, for those of you who are totally out of the loop and don't know what BSD is, it stands for "Bermuda Shorts Day" and takes place at the UofC on the last day of classes. There is a beer gardens at the school and we were lucky enough to have a beautiful sunny day so the beer gardens was outside this year, with plenty of booze and great bands and lots of fun. Here is a multitude of pictures cause i couldn't pick just a few.. and i have more so if you request more.. i will post them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well our day started normally enough.. Kats mom picked me up and drove us to school after a night of projecting with Carlee where we didn't sleep AT ALL. I'm talking like 40 hours of Colleen being awake and then just going straight to school in bermuda shorts!! Alright so i was definitely acting crazy and spent the entire morning laughing like a mad-woman and explaining to everyone that i wasn't drunk yet (as some people actually were) but i was just really overtired. [HAHA oh KAT - i'm TOTALLY lying to you, i'm lying RIGHT to your face. ehehe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, we went to get a bit to eat and HAD to call up Ryan and Ryan to celebrate with our best buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/BSD%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/BSD%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/BSD%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/BSD%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;On the right is a picture taken just after ryan said - "Quick Colleen, do a model pose, look over there!" Then we met up with Nikki, Kendall, Mo and.. that guy. They were all so cleverly looking at someone elses camera while i snapped my pic. Oh so creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4140551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4140551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4140556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4140556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright now on the right we have the "Wise Wood Crew" .. But thats not everyone from Wise Wood Colleen, where are the rest?? GOOD QUESTION.. here they are! (they're hard to round up in one space so i shutterbugged my way all around campus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4140557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4140557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4140559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4140559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nick with his sexy shaved head... Reid and his crazy hawaiian gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4140563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4140563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4140564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4140564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Whitney and Reid and random guy #2.... The girlz: Jill, Pam, Trish, Beth and I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4140566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4140566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4140567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4140567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Josh CHOW!! (i had a ton of classes with him actually) .... Scott CROWE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4140574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4140574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4140561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4140561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ADAM SNOW!!!! .... Thor and Adin starring in my fav. pic of the entire day (notice how they're pointing at ME? yep i'm just THAT important!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4140571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4140571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4140560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4140560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Adam starring in my 2nd fav. pic (is he trying to LICK me??).. and Mike Biggs (our friend who has been hiding in the Engg buildings all year, what are u afraid of Mike? The administration students?? Thats what i THOUGHT.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright well thats enough highschool friends howabout university friends? WELLL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/BSD%2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/BSD%2013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4140572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4140572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Here's Ryan and I, and Ryan and Ryan. 'Chinese Ryan' (yes we actually call him that all the time) got a litttttle tipsy which was awesome cause i've never seen him drunk before. He's a crazy man when u give him smirnoff in a can!! And other Ryan didn't drink at all and ditched out early on BSD to go out with Darlene. PSHA. Still love em both tho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4140577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4140577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4140580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4140580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And here we have Colleen with two handsome young gentlemen. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit A &lt;/span&gt;- Thomas McCute (disclaimer-not real last name), he promised to sit with me next year if we have any classes together, so i'm holding him to that, too bad we all meet each other on the LAST FRIGGIN DAY of classes. That was bad timing, why don't we have BSD at christmas time or something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hibit B&lt;/span&gt;- Sean Seanny Poo-Poo (a clever nickname i came up with one time at work while really bored), my friend from work who never ceases to amuse me on a boring saturday or sunday shift, he's been away for the past couple weeks so i was Tres-Excited to see him at BSD, work is NO GOOD without you Sean!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alright and for the last picture of the day i give you a CLASSIC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4140565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid rgb(102, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4140565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes, that is one of the guys holding up the arch on the lawn of Mac Hall, and YES that is Nikki and Kendall smacking his ass. Oh girls, what hilarious shenanigans will you come up with next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;WELL!! All in all it was a GREAT BSD and next time I just hope to take more pictures, see a little more of RYAN and see Darlene in the beer gardens cause she'll finally be 18 my lord, and see a little more of Kat being a little less sick! LOVE YOU GUYS!! Thanx for making my first year so much fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Good luck on exams guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-111405875591300039?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/111405875591300039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=111405875591300039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111405875591300039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111405875591300039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-much-bsd.html' title='SO MUCH BSD!!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-111268271170909547</id><published>2005-04-05T00:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T01:00:47.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tower Power!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Alright I'm just posting quickly before i go to bed.. in light of my poor health lately i've decided to make myself a 1:00am bed time EVERY NIGHT. So since my school schedule is KICKASS (meaning i don't start school till noon every day) that means i'll get a good 9 hours of sleep every night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[EDITED TO ADD:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OH my god!! I love my econ prof &lt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&gt; that much. I just went to my email inbox to find 3 emails from good ol Karl the econ prof. Two were identical.. so really only 2 actual emails. Anyhow this is how it went down:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1.  said that he added an extra point to everyones midterm scores cause only 8% of the class answered question 36 correctly (i happened to be one of this 8% of geniuses!muahha) so that bumped my score from a 90% to a 93%. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. said that our final will not be cumulative, it'll only be on 2 chapters. YES you heard me.. 2 chapters!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm soooo the happiest person right now... uh oh... almost 1:00 i better get to bed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So here are a couple of pictures i edited into perfect squares so they would fit perfectly in my msn picture window. I decided to post them however, so that they will forever live on in my blog archives. These pics are from Summerstock rehearsals (we're putting up 'Annie Get your Gun' this year, its going to be fantas-great). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/daisies.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/daisies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/towerpower.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/towerpower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In other news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- I have a big Spanish paper to write in-class tomorrow.. not open book either. EEEW, this might be really hard. I'll let you know on that one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Work was much better on Sunday and i made some decent money. I so don't know what i'm going to do for work this summer. Anyone have a parent or relative that has the hookups to a good office job? I'm really smart and good with computers (ahem.. obviously!).. hook it UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- It's 12:46 now, i have 14 minutes to floss, change, and get into bed. Now to you normal people that doesn't seem hard but NEWS FLASH.. i have &lt;strong&gt;braces&lt;/strong&gt;. It takes me at least 17 times longer than you to floss my teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I spose i should go now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanx for your comments on my SRT entry.. they make me warm and fuzzy on the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/hipband1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-111268271170909547?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/111268271170909547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=111268271170909547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111268271170909547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111268271170909547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/04/tower-power_05.html' title='Tower Power!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-111249239115836405</id><published>2005-04-02T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T19:53:36.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more SRT's please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright dudes, I was in a "fuck-off, world" sorta mood earlier but it has sort of mellowed out to an "you're cut, world" type thing, so perhaps these SRTs won't be as bitter as i originally thought they would be. Oh and if u just tuned in and don't know what an SRT is.. it stands for 'Scattered Random Thoughts' and pretty much i just ramble on saying what i think as soon as i think it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. work SUCKS, managers suck, weekends suck because i have to work every weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i feel like throwing a big glass jar across the room and letting it smash into a million pieces on my ugly white water-stained walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. kraft dinner with chedder cheese baked on top in the oven really does kick so much ass. I was worried that i only thought this was the best snack on earth because i had been drinking the night me and lindsay made it and you know how after u have drinken, most food tastes better? Well, officially that is not true. It really does kick ass ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why can't a girl just eat ice cream? NO SERIOUSLY!! When i buy ice cream at school, say.. perhaps a rolo cone to eat during econ class, the girls friend tells he she's morbidly obese and makes her feel shitty. And then when she has a freaking bad day at work and comes home to the small bit of rolo ice cream in her freezer leftover from last night when she really didn't even eat hardly any ice cream, and eats some of this rolo ice cream while she reads her book for english class.. her dad comes into her bedroom and gets mad at her for eating ice cream because she's supposed to be on a health diet. FUCK. LET THE GIRL EAT HER ICE CREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i lied. this is going to be just as bitter as i thought it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. why does it seem like all of my friends live in a hole? except for nikki, i haven't been able to get ahold of anyone, nor has anyone called me today. I would like to know, just for interests sake, if they all live in one big hole.. or if they all have their own separate holes. Since it's clear that these holes don't have electricity and telephone lines because my friends can't call me from there.. do they even have candles or a flashlight? Because in that case i'm sure they have written me snail mail and then i'll be sure to watch my mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. def leppard DOMINATES the power ballad, nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hmm, i find it odd that there's never enough time for me to finish all my homework and studying, yet i have plenty of time to sit and write bitter comments on my blog. Oh well, Darlene asked if i had blogged anything lately and i had to say no.. so i figured it was overdue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Random picture time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P3110380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P3110380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how symmetrical my friends are! Andie and Tyne make my day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Everyone MUST go see this video. I deem it the FUNNIEST THING ON THE NET. GO go goooo! don't waste a second! (but come back here after cause i'm not done!) &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php"&gt;http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. who else can't wait until school's over? I have exactly 24 days till my last exam is over. YAAAY!! Of course those 24 days will be hell, but at least there's a light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I need something new to knit. Then again i think i don't have time for knitting.. then again i spend tons of time watching tv so if i just converted that time into knitting time.. or did them BOTH at ONCE.. maybe it'd work out. Hmmm what to knit next??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Go to my computer science assignment website.. i a couple videos from one night when Evan, Jill, Akiva, and Sarah were over. Hilarious. I can't seem to get videos to work on here so i'll post more on that website and then u can go there and watch them. It'll be fun, i promise. &lt;a href="http://homepages.ucalgary.ca/~ccdaunce/random.html"&gt;http://homepages.ucalgary.ca/~ccdaunce/random.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. my mom can be so nice .. SO amazingly nice. Man, i love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. Ryan and I tied on our econ 2nd midterm.. 90%, not too shabby. hooray for studying econ together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Mr. Asparagus is such a boring man by himself. I'm so glad he married Miss Cheesesauce. They make beautiful music together. I can't wait till they make little baby cheesesparaguses. Mmm i will eat so many of their babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. We had a little dinner party last night. I made chicken teriyaki, fried rice, and caesar salad.. while Kevin wrote ALL over my whiteboard. Its some sort of story of his and ryans lives.. see for yourself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4010523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4010523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you look really closely in the right hand corner you can see a couple stickfigures. YES that is Ryan and Kevin holding hands. innnnteresting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then Ryan decided he NEEDED to shave his face at my house. Odd. What is even odder is that Kevin and Darlene watched while i took pictures for you all to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4010512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4010512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyhow Darlene and Ryan brought strawberry daquiri mix and bacardi so we made ourselves some drinks. We were going to play a boardgame but i couldn't find any of mine so we gave up and just listened to music instead. Here's some more pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4010506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4010506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4010504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4010504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4010514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P4010514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P40105101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah, you don't have to tell me twice that i have weird friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;18. Heather F and her friend Noelle made a blog! YESSS new bloggers to join my cult! Anyhow their blog is witty and cute and original and you should definitely go there - &lt;a href="http://www.noelleandheather.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.noelleandheather.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; Get this... they have a friend who writes haikus for their blog.. HAIKUS!!! that is KICKASS-RAD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;19. Kickass-rad is my new saying. just note that i started saying it first incase it blows up into the next 'Shizzle' or 'Biatch' or 'Ass-face'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alright well this looks like a great time to wrap up my SRTs. As you can see I got happier towards the end of this post. Looking back now it seems silly that i let work affect me so much that it ruined my day. NO MORE. I am happy now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Colleen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P4010506.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-111249239115836405?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/111249239115836405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=111249239115836405' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111249239115836405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111249239115836405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/04/more-srts-please.html' title='more SRT&apos;s please'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-111148352404435243</id><published>2005-03-22T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T02:27:53.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-Check it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ALRIGHT HERE'S WHATS UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i had to make a website for my Computer Science class at school, so i decided i'd dedicate my site mainly to my trip to edmonton. Its not quite done yet but if you want to see pics of me, Lindsay, Heather, and some others from up there.. then just head on over to that website. Here's the address..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepages.ucalgary.ca/~ccdaunce"&gt; http://homepages.ucalgary.ca/~ccdaunce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So go there even if you don't want to see those pics, cause i spent a LONG time to make this page pretty and cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Anyways i had a super fun weekend hanging out with Linds in her dorm and checkin out the clubs and Heathers apartment, and the giant piece of a tree inside some obscure building at UofA (picture on website). Thanx a ton Lindsay for having me :) It was so nice seeing you guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Now we only have 3 more days until LONG-WEEKEND-O-RAMA!! Yay! Plus everyone seems to be coming home for Easter so we have to all do something together. Oh and speaking of that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;AKIIIIVAAA you never did email me, i got your msg but i have no clue what your phone # is out there so you have to get in touch boy!! Are you coming back this weekend?? Well, drop me a line or leave me a msg!! Love ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-111148352404435243?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/111148352404435243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=111148352404435243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111148352404435243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111148352404435243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/03/ch-check-it-out.html' title='Ch-Check it out!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-111116478536123265</id><published>2005-03-18T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T10:20:06.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Día de San Patricio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Alright, i know it's been a while but i've been super busy with school so u can't hate me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I thought i'd post some pics from St. Patricks Day - see spanish translation above (oh i'm so good at spanish!). Ryan and I and the guys went to Woody's for a little while and Heather and Stef came and met up with us, then we headed over to the Point and Feather to meet up with Robyn &amp; just about everyone else that ever went to Wise Wood. Anyhow it was a fun night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P3170405-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P3170405-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P3170409-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P3170409-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Alright so Kevin and I got the bright idea of pulling up the couch (that usually sits in front of the fire at woody's) to our table, so we got a kickass rad comfy seat. Everyone was staring but i bet its cause they were just JEALOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P3170413-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P3170413-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P3170412-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P3170412-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Alright well they had a little bit of Irish karaoke going on and Dan, Pat, Robbie and.. that dude (who were all dressed nice and matching, i might add) got up and sang (at least i think that was supposed to be singing). Hehe, oh but it was entertaining as heck. And on the left we have Stef drinking a bottlecap, here are her actual words: "Colllleeeeeen aren't u going to take a PICCCTURE of me taking my SHOTTTT??!?!?". Needless to say.. she probably didn't NEED another shot, but oh well it's Saint Patricks Day - anything goes! (love you steffie!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Alright well thats it for pictures for right now cause I have to pack my bags - i'm leaving for edmonton in 1 hour!! YAAY for not going to school today and YAAAY for weekend with Lindsay and Heather! Too bad the weather is TERRIBLE. Lindsay why couldn't u go to school in Maui? I promise i'd visit u more if u went there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm sure i'll have tons of pics to post of my North-bound adventure when i get back so I'll talk to you all in a few days :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND RYAN! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PS: I CANT BELIEVE i forgot to mention the coolest thing i did all day - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At 12:00 in the afternoon Darlene, Ryan, Carlee, Jackie, Tiffany and I went to the Den for GREEN BEER!! Yes you heard me right, in the middle of the day, at school, i drank green beer. HOORAY! I just wanted to be able to say that i've done it- and now i can! Plus since i hadn't eaten much that morning the one beer i had actually got me pretty tipsy. Needless to say, Spanish class was REALLY interesting after that!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-111116478536123265?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/111116478536123265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=111116478536123265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111116478536123265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111116478536123265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/03/el-da-de-san-patricio.html' title='El Día de San Patricio!'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-111018641846815323</id><published>2005-03-07T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T02:34:06.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SRT's strike back</title><content type='html'>Alright i have a whole whack of new SRTs for you this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - the 'cousin it' look is definitely back in style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P2240323-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P2240323-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - breaking your MP3 player while running on the treadmill is absolutely no fun, but that just means i get to buy a new one now! wooohoo. those treadmills can be deadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - the grudge is not a very scary movie. I was LOOKING for one of those 'good thing i have a boy to grab on to cause this is freaking me out' movies, but this just didn't live up to expectations. it was okay though and i grabbed on anyhow ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - here's a tip for you: don't wear your pants on your head. OH and look what we made for heather to see when she came to collect the money from our table after being our super server at Red Lobster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P2240325-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P2240325-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for good measure here are 2 more pics from lunch with the girls. note the giant lobster mural on the wall behind us .. oh baby that's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P2240327cropped-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P2240327cropped-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P2240322-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P2240322-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - why do the hours from 5am to 11am even exist? does ANYONE like being awake during those hours? ... i didn't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 - DEATH WEEK IS OVER!!!!! i can't believe i waited until SRT #6 to tell you this. I SURVIVED IT - as of 2 hours ago my last assignment was handed in and i am HOME FREE baby yeah. Well, i'm sure this week will present its own problems but it can't be anything like death week, it just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - going to edmonton baby!! but Linds if u read this, i think we are only coming up 1 night .. either friday or saturday, and then staying till late afternoon the next day. so i'll talk to you about that later. Heather F i HAVE to see you too babe when come up k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 - I LOVE and MISS train rides home with Kat and Ryan!! We took the train home together this friday and took a couple pictures, train pictures RULE. Na na na na na na traaaain (theme song from train48, oh how terrible):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P3040333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P3040333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P3040330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P3040330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww i love Kat :) And Ryan loves... that guy.. OH MY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 - the weather has been SOO nice the past week, and we all know that good weather makes for cute outfits worn to school. Friday, Jackie and I were both wearing adorable outfits if i do say so myself so i made Ryan take pictures of us in front of the big tree in Science Theatres until we got a good one, he musta felt like an idiotic tourist. SORRY!! But look how cute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/jackieandcolleencropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/jackieandcolleencropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 - JANE EYRE IS TOO DAMN LONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 - i have tons of cute pics from summerstock this week so perhaps i'll post a few in my next post and ill put them on the callboard at some point if any of you stockers care to take a peek :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 - i'm going to bed, i'm going to bed, i am really really going to bed, i promise... would i lie to you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 - thanks SO much Stef and Heather for being super customers today at BPs. I love you and your buying appetizers and desserts from me - hooray for upsells. You made my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 - does anyone else think that the guy should usually pay for the dates, unless its a special thing that the girl is doing for some occasion or just to be randomly cute... please tell me i'm not the only one here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS ALL FOR NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night :)&lt;br /&gt;Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: #15 (i had to do it! sorry!) - i'm in LOVE with the band 'Keane' right now. mann they're just so good! the entire album - hopes and fears. GET IT! NOW!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-111018641846815323?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/111018641846815323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=111018641846815323' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111018641846815323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/111018641846815323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/03/srts-strike-back.html' title='SRT&apos;s strike back'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-110984035675776972</id><published>2005-03-03T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T02:01:07.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevator Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, I bet you're asking yourself 'i thought this was death week, how does Colleen have time to update her blog?'. Well, you're right it is death week, thanks for remembering, but there's always time for a quick update in the middle of the night just to let you guys know that i'm still alive and kickin. And BOY am i kickin. I'm now done 2 of the 5 death tasks, which are my stats and computer science tests. They both went really well but i guess we'll find out just how well in a week or so. ANYHOW, here are some pictures from last thursday (aka: crazybusymadhouse thursday) at Cowboys. I went there after work and met up with a plethora of people since EVERYONE WHO WAS ANYONE was there (ha lindsay, this means YOU SUCK). Anyways i didn't even have to pay for coat check cause my friend Raf the bouncer was there and he kept my coat for me, what a guy. Alright i'll try to get these pics in chronological order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P2240310.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P2240310.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P2240305.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P2240305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well the first person i saw was Carlee when she met me at the door and i got to skip the insanely long line that would have taken at least an hour to get through, so THANX babe! What an odd picture eh? I guess we're so angelic that our light just blinds people wherever we are, even in dirty busy noisy nightclubs! And then i saw Ann and Mooney and of course they had to show off a little for the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P2240315.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P2240315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P2240311.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P2240311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't remember who i found first but at any rate i hung out with Eammon (left) and Oli (far right) for a good portion of the night. That cowboy hat was kickin around and i'm not sure that anyone knew whos it was by the end of the night... ewwww. However Oli's friend did buy us shots of Yag so that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P2240308.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P2240308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/P2240316.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/200/P2240316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Screw the chronologicalness, i forget what order stuff happened in. I DO know this however... i saw Duncan N there and introduced him to Carlee and they ended up *ahem* "dancing" together all night. And by dancing... i mean sucking face (don't kill me .. either of you). And the pic on the right is from the cab ride home. OH LORD! it was hilarious. It was Maren, Laura, me and Robbie... and lets just say.. Robbie was right pissed. He was sitting in the front seat and kept turning up the cabbie's 2pac cd so loud that nobody could even THINK. So we'd yell at Robbie to turn it back down and he would.. for like a second and then the ADD would kick in again and UP the volume would go. Buuut he paid for the whole ride himself so i'm not complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks a ton to everyone who came out Thursday, that was SUPER FUN times! Oh and i realize i didn't mention that i saw Robyn and Tayler and Katie there but.. thats cause i saw them for like 1 second and then they disappeared therefore i didn't get to take any pictures of them therefore i couldn't include them in my chronological picture story telling time so THERE! Let that be a lesson.. next time make sure i get a picture of you... that goes for anyone who wants a pic of themselves on my blog.. i can't put one on unless i GET ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Alright, perhaps its time to call it a night, tomorrow i gotta go to school, then go to work then write my spanish paper and then try and study for my spanish midterm.. all the while attempting to not die from this week and my cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MOST IMPORTANT PART OF POST: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Edmontonians, i'm planning a road trip up with Carlee on the 18th.. so be ready for me cause i'm coming!!! WOOOHOOO! And Heather F.. this means you because i MISS YOU TOO!! We are going out baby!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PS: i have pictures from lunch with Lindsay and Beth at Red Lobster with Heather as our server... so stay tuned cause i'm saving them for my next post! they are SOOOOO cute you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;PPS: Carlee and Duncan are now... dating? I think so.. i mean who watches The Notebook at 10pm on a schoolnight with someone you're not dating?? Nobody thats who (unless you're Darlene and Heather on Valentines Day.. unless there's something they're not telling us.. oh boy i'm confused)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954193-110984035675776972?l=colleensays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/feeds/110984035675776972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8954193&amp;postID=110984035675776972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/110984035675776972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954193/posts/default/110984035675776972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleensays.blogspot.com/2005/03/elevator-love-letter.html' title='Elevator Love Letter'/><author><name>Colleen!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09686167264571481960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/89/2218/1024/Picture%2050.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954193.post-110958010743587832</id><published>2005-02-28T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T02:43:25.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SRT - Scattered Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I was just about to write some shiznit in my personal thoughts book (i refuse to say i keep a diary cause its not all this 'dear diary, i love matt damon' bullshit), when i realized i should really be writing this on here. Why not, that way at least the people who read it know i'm still alive, plus i can still write personal things because i know that hardly anyone DOES actually read it and the people that do.. well i trust most of you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright SRT #1 - i might just die this week, a quiz, a midterm, and an exam.. and an english paper. Plus i'm participating in this economics experiment at school tuesday night and i work thursday night and all weekend, and i'm sick as a dog on a bike eating ice cream on the moon. Mhmm, u heard me. And if i'm feeling okay i'll go to summerstock on friday night. Don't be surprised if you don't ever hear from me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRT #2 - i can't stand people that aren't motivated, that don't give a shit about anything except boozing and hooking up and getting by on what they are given. I spose thats what keeps me motivated in times like this when i feel like saying 'wtf, why don't i just take a year off and bum around like so many people'. NO way am i going to be that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - sometimes i can be really blunt. I love people that can handle that. People like Rielle and Carlee and Ryan.. where i can just say what i mean without having to sugar coat it. But i do feel bad when my bluntness comes out when talking to someone that doesn't understand me as well, because then it comes off as bitchyness and thats no good .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - watching tv is the biggest bloody waste of time EVER.. whyyyy do i get sucked innnnnn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - eating healthy makes my skin look better, mayyybe i shouldn't have had 5 chocolate chip cookies today .. and a piece of cheesecake... and a bunch of chocolate kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 - chocolate chip cookies are my weakness. If i was the hero in a novel my hamartia would be.. chocolate chip cookies... the chewy kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - why is it always so easy for people to guess how old i am... if i say i'm in university they say 'first year, right?' and if i'm at a bar they say 'you must be only 18, right?' .. mannn do i look like i'm 12? ... don't answer that. Whats going to happen next year or the year after.. they'll say 'first year right?' and i'll say 'no, actually i'm graduating next year'. Oh geez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#8 - is it weird that although i love meeting new people.. i don't so much like dating new people? i get all freaked out every time i have to go on a first date, and wonder why i don't just go back to one of the guys i actually know and trust and know what wavelength they're on. i mean clearly it didn't work out the first time so why should i even think about going back but.. it just seems easier than moving forward. MAYBE i'm just a slacker... a lazy goodfornothing slacker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#9 - i love JEANS! i have .. lets see.. over 10 pairs of jeans that i wear regularly and a few that i only wear on special occasions (such as the sparkly pair of jeans or the su
