<?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-2106249</id><updated>2011-11-22T15:46:20.870Z</updated><title type='text'>pink*sugar/barbed wire</title><subtitle type='html'>people are from Uranus.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106863791258925928</id><published>2003-11-12T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-12T11:51:50.310Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm alive but I'm not well. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to scare you guys, so I'm just going to say that much for now.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your concern, though, I really do appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106863791258925928?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106863791258925928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106863791258925928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106863791258925928' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106786827408832299</id><published>2003-11-03T14:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-03T14:04:32.866Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can say for certain that I won't be posting anything here for a while. You might as well go elsewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106786827408832299?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106786827408832299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106786827408832299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106786827408832299' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106749052014622731</id><published>2003-10-30T05:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-30T05:08:35.200Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone have any good advice when it comes to not being able to sleep..? This is getting harder and harder, and I can't *function* properly at work without a full night's sleep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106749052014622731?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106749052014622731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106749052014622731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106749052014622731' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106696791415752367</id><published>2003-10-24T04:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T04:58:34.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the award for doofus of the year goes to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I did today?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got out of bed, got dressed, chatted a bit with John and Doug, brushed teeth, got backpack and went to work. Only.. when I got to the bus stop, it seemed really desolate. After standing there for five minutes, wondering if there was a bus strike or something, I take a look at my watch. Which says 5:30. Which means I've somehow gotten up at 4:30. Which means that I was an hour *early*. *shakes head* How I've managed to do this, I don't know. But oh well. *Someone* is taking a nap when she gets back from work..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106696791415752367?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106696791415752367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106696791415752367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106696791415752367' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106676593456931713</id><published>2003-10-21T20:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T20:52:14.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to the new Buffy soundtrack makes me remember all the things I love so much about this show. And it makes me horribly sad that it's over, even though I technically have two more seasons to go.. I've grown so much with this show, it's ridiculous. And I won't say anymore, cos I'll get rambly and boring. I'll save it for one of the nights I'm drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106676593456931713?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106676593456931713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106676593456931713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106676593456931713' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106675024055092933</id><published>2003-10-21T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:30:40.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"So, you know what people are expecting us to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee! &lt;a href="http://www.worldofbritney.com/n/17_14-16_halle_s_and_britney_s_snl_commercial.html" target="_blank"&gt;Britney and Halle Berry's SNL commercial [2 megs]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106675024055092933?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106675024055092933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106675024055092933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106675024055092933' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106641805858703192</id><published>2003-10-17T20:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T20:14:18.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The immensly interesting Friday Five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name five things in your refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-packaged Caesar salad&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;Low-fat milk (Lord, that's going to waste..)&lt;br /&gt;Barbecue sauce&lt;br /&gt;Mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name five things in your freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetable lasagna&lt;br /&gt;French Fries&lt;br /&gt;Jalapeno pizza&lt;br /&gt;Corn&lt;br /&gt;Quiche&lt;br /&gt;(Man, I have a *well stocked* freezer! I should start eating something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Name five things under your kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way too much cardboard&lt;br /&gt;Way too many glass jars&lt;br /&gt;Way too much other trash&lt;br /&gt;Floor soap&lt;br /&gt;Stovetop cleanser foam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name five things around your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiley glass&lt;br /&gt;Cold cloth&lt;br /&gt;Buffy action figure&lt;br /&gt;Half empty packet of throat lozenges&lt;br /&gt;My net bank code generator thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Name five things in your medicine cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a medicine cabinet, so let's just change this to&lt;br /&gt;'Little plastic basket I put things in', ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponds facial cleansing cloths&lt;br /&gt;Clean and Clear moisturizer&lt;br /&gt;Maybelline Blackest Black mascara&lt;br /&gt;Hairbrush&lt;br /&gt;hair goop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106641805858703192?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106641805858703192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106641805858703192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106641805858703192' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106631422966204400</id><published>2003-10-16T15:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T15:23:49.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/1844540073/qid=1066314140/sr=1-16/ref=sr_1_2_16/202-5880991-5554247" target="_blank"&gt;Oh, that's not very *nice*, is it?&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106631422966204400?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106631422966204400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106631422966204400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106631422966204400' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106615573744036233</id><published>2003-10-14T19:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T19:22:17.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>John asked what I've been up to, so I thought I'd might as well tell you all. &lt;br /&gt;I've gone and gotten myself sick again - yes, it's another one of those pesky colds and I am currently sniffling, sneezing, coughing and nose spray-ing myself through the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No work yesterday and today the temp agency called and asked if, since it's been so quiet on the hospital front lately, they could hire me for other things. I told them I was ok with that, but that I also needed a day or two to re-couperate.. (word?) or something like that. I feel so off, though - I'm so used to *doing stuff* during the day, this lying around and getting better thing takes some getting used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my boy bought me books, and I also ordered a couple myself, and they all arrived yesterday -- yes, simultaneously, imagine that -- so I have plenty to read, and today I watched my official 'in-sick' movie, 'Labyrinth', so I'll be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, wish me a snot-free future ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106615573744036233?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106615573744036233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106615573744036233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106615573744036233' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106546110074883174</id><published>2003-10-06T18:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T18:25:00.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh.. &lt;a href="http://www.hottopic.com/store/nodePage.asp?LS=0&amp;M=884889722&amp;RN=343" target="_blank"&gt;When your kid's just too hardcore for Baby GAP..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106546110074883174?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106546110074883174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106546110074883174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106546110074883174' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106545869426474046</id><published>2003-10-06T17:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T17:44:53.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Simply being loved' - BT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argghhhh.. I just sat down to enjoy the Buffy episode I *thought* I taped last night.. Only to realize that the SCART cable hadn't been hooked up the the VCR.. *bangs head on desk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I *really* want that season 5 box set..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106545869426474046?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106545869426474046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106545869426474046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106545869426474046' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106528087675512775</id><published>2003-10-04T16:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T20:22:30.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Liquid Diamonds' - Tori&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another * to add to the goodness of yesterday: after the movie (which I'll say more about later), Anne Marie and I was asked to take a survey about commercials, which we got free movie passes for :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the movie was *brilliant*. Very, very funny. At several points the audience was *roaring* with laughter, especially at the bit with Cage at the drug store prescription counter. His best role yet. And the music was *so* excellent. I recommend. [edit: read the &lt;a href="http://www.suntimes.com/ebert/ebert_reviews/2003/09/091202.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ebert review&lt;/a&gt; if you don't wanna believe in me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm gonna try and see if I can remember this whole "relaxing" thing, and watch 'Equilibrium' and generally not give a damn until I go to schleep :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106528087675512775?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106528087675512775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106528087675512775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106528087675512775' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106519154656042692</id><published>2003-10-03T15:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T15:32:26.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Life for rent' - Dido&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how much better than yesterday today is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the agency called this morning and I got to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my supervisor asked if I could work all next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my first issue of 'Self' magazine came in the mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* .. as did my Dido and Heather Nova cds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm seeing Nicolas Cage in 'Matchstick Men' in 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yippieeee!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106519154656042692?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106519154656042692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106519154656042692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106519154656042692' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106512696131639848</id><published>2003-10-02T21:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T21:36:00.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Invisible' - Clay Aiken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God *help* me, I actually like this song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded a whole bunch of songs off of &lt;a href="http://www.mp3sfinder.com" target="_blank"&gt;www.mp3sfinder.com&lt;/a&gt; today, and I was disappointed with most of them. New Pink - boring. New Kylie - boring. New Texas - eh? New Alicia Keys - double eh? What's going on? At least they had 'Re-offender'. And no one has yet been able to top 'Hole in the head'. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106512696131639848?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106512696131639848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106512696131639848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106512696131639848' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106508461856749840</id><published>2003-10-02T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T09:50:18.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No call today. Oh well, I'll just spend the day doing stuff that I've needed to do for quite some time.. Like return those overdue library cds.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106508461856749840?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106508461856749840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106508461856749840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106508461856749840' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106501951515324569</id><published>2003-10-01T15:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T15:45:14.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much for another full work week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We won't be needing you tomorrow. Thanks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was more than half expecting it and still it makes me sad. It doesen't help that I'm in sadness limbo right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They might still call tomorrow, who knows.. I still need to give this optimism stuff a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106501951515324569?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106501951515324569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106501951515324569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106501951515324569' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106494670605866598</id><published>2003-09-30T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T19:31:45.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Hole in the head' - Sugababes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the day got a lot better after I finally found this mp3... I've been singing along to this at work (at a decent volume, mind), since it's been playing on the radios some people are lucky to have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found an mp3 of Britney's new song.. I can't wait for that album *giddy giddiness*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106494670605866598?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106494670605866598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106494670605866598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106494670605866598' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106493546021316849</id><published>2003-09-30T16:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T16:24:20.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, this is weird. &lt;br /&gt;I was just putting my eyebrow barbell back in after work, when I lost the gem end part. &lt;br /&gt;Great, I thought, *that's* going to be easy to find. I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;Tired and frustrated after a bloody stupid workday, I decided to go for a walk. Just as I was putting on my shoes, I saw the gem end lying on the floor. And just as I picked it up, it started raining like crazy outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106493546021316849?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106493546021316849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106493546021316849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106493546021316849' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106474957684116506</id><published>2003-09-28T12:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T12:46:16.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Just let me cry' - Ashlee Simpson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is essentially just a rehash of 'Ex-girlfriend' by No Doubt, but damnit, I like it. Makes me want to paint my nails in funky colours, only to take it off, cos, well, no nail polish allowed at work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why yes, Claire, my head is feeling better, thank you for asking. I've had an insane amount of sleep this weekend and that feels great. I've woken up a few times, but it's not like it matters when you get to sleep in as much as you want. Tomorrow is back to the same ol', tho.. but that's cool, cos essentially, it's just another five days left till another weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented a couple of movies last night, but it looks like I'll have to return them both after watching just one - I've got too much to do today to be able to finish it :/ Oh well, I'll just rent it some other time, I guess.. I have a bathroom and kitchen that needs to be cleaned, and then Anne Marie and I are going for a walk - to get a caffeine fix, we just need to find a cafe that's far away enough for us to be able to call it a walk ;P - and then I have a date with my boy, *who*, I can reveal, is braving the Norwegian winter yet again this year.. brave, isn't he? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to get dressed and get stuff done..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106474957684116506?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106474957684116506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106474957684116506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106474957684116506' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106459225576213592</id><published>2003-09-26T17:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T17:04:15.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Stupid' - Sarah McLachlan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get a new Sarah song I play it and play it and play it and I play it loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a shitty end to a good workweek. I woke up with a really bad headache, and when I came to work, I decided to take things easy, as stress would just aggrevate my head even more.. Well, around 8 am, I basically got told that I had to finish at lunch, because I was to clean another ward after that. Lunch. That's 11:30. So my work time got cut in half. So I hurried to finish up, only to be told later that the time had been changed to 1 pm. Yeah, and I was almost finished. When I got to the other ward, it turned out I had 3 rooms to clean. God. If it wasn't Friday, I'd be looking for someone to *beat up* by now.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to work on Monday.. I hope it'll continue.. God.. I need work. Even after today ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106459225576213592?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106459225576213592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106459225576213592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106459225576213592' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106433869415269360</id><published>2003-09-23T18:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T18:38:13.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Re-offender' - Travis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*le sigh* Too much good music coming out these days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106433869415269360?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106433869415269360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106433869415269360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106433869415269360' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106428984583207488</id><published>2003-09-23T05:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T05:04:05.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooofff.. today is one of those days where it's oh-so tempting to just stay in bed.. I've been plagued by headaches for past couple of days, I'm wondering if I could be stressing too much at work.. gotta take it a little bit easy.. I feel like taking a nap whenever I get home, but then I worry that it'll have an effect on my getting a good night's sleep afterwards.. Only *counts on fingers* 10 hours until I'm back home.. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106428984583207488?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106428984583207488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106428984583207488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106428984583207488' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106425092323429425</id><published>2003-09-22T18:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T18:15:23.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Isobel' - Dido&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to the new Dido album.. Only another week to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah yes, so I keep getting more work, which means that my schedule these days kind of looks like this: get up, go to work, come home, read e-mails/blogs/, eat something, watch some tv, shower, go to bed again, repeat. Yes, my life is a bundle of excitement.. ;) But at least I'm making money. I'm very, very happy about that. Only four more days till Friday.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sat down and replied to a bunch of e-mails.. egads! Though that would never happen..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106425092323429425?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106425092323429425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106425092323429425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106425092323429425' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106400600893538712</id><published>2003-09-19T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T22:13:28.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'I know' - Sarah Slean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/journal/2003_09_14_archive.asp#106398105508786105" target="_blank"&gt;Oh well, so he's not coming to Bergen this time&lt;/a&gt;.. at least I still have the &lt;a href="http://pic1.picturetrail.com/VOL123/1330981/2530498/30700023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;memories&lt;/a&gt;.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106400600893538712?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106400600893538712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106400600893538712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106400600893538712' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106399841883878342</id><published>2003-09-19T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T20:06:58.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Crawling' - Linkin Park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank effing Jebus that it's Friday.&lt;br /&gt;80% of me wants to go to bed and schleep, the remaining 20% doesen't quite know.&lt;br /&gt;Must decide ("can't decide, brain aneurysm!").&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've looked forward to the weekend with such joy. Working your ass off (altho not quite literally, mind) and being damn nice for five days straight makes two days off freedom look pretty peachy :) Am I complaining? It's payday next Friday. So no, I'm not complaining ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to do something fun, but I am beyond broke, and fun usually costs money. Except the fun you make yourself (ask Willow). Hmm, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here, before the coherency does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106399841883878342?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106399841883878342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106399841883878342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106399841883878342' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106389380817535296</id><published>2003-09-18T15:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T15:03:28.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2003/WEATHER/09/18/hurricane.isabel/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Funny enough, Isabel is my Starbucks name..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106389380817535296?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106389380817535296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106389380817535296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106389380817535296' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106373441001793192</id><published>2003-09-16T18:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T18:46:49.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Bizarre love triangle' - Stabbing Westward&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0141380470/ref=ed_ec_h_cs_6_5/026-3227272-9850028" target="_blank"&gt;Hmm, and here I thought it was going to be called 'The little slut that could' ;)&lt;/a&gt; - no, that's just what David Letterman said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy beyond belief. I'm already looking forward to the weekend :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106373441001793192?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106373441001793192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106373441001793192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106373441001793192' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106363594033878397</id><published>2003-09-15T15:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T15:25:40.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend Sarah sent me a yummy scan of one of the Britney shots in the new RS. I tried setting it as my desktop and it automatically turned out like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic1.picturetrail.com/VOL123/1330981/2777007/33834672.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I like it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was hectic today. I got called up at 8, and got to work at 9, since my supervisor urged me to 'take my time to get ready, eat a good breakfast and all that'. Anyways, I thought it'd be no big deal, as I'm usually placed in a nice ward, where 8 hours is a *lot* more than plenty. But I *wasn't* placed in a nice ward today. Today I *really* had to do 8 hours worth of work during the course of 6. My lunch break was short ;)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm pretty sore and tired right now. I'm toying with the idea of baking something yummy, treat myself to something good, I dunno.. we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106363594033878397?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106363594033878397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106363594033878397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106363594033878397' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106339394040239955</id><published>2003-09-12T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T20:12:20.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I survived my day at work (altho I don't recommend 2.5 hours of sleep before you go and have a full work day..), and now I'm beyond tired. I had big plans of making a nice dinner and watching the fun filled Friday night tv entertainment, but it looks more like I'll fall asleep in a bowl of spaghetti while Kurt plays his new single..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106339394040239955?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106339394040239955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106339394040239955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106339394040239955' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106331041953334898</id><published>2003-09-11T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T23:21:47.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A live action 'Last Unicorn'?    &lt;br /&gt;Looks like it's going to happen [&lt;a href="http://www.the-last-unicorn.net/" target="_blank"&gt;website here&lt;/a&gt;].. And Jonathan Rhys Meyers is going to be Schmendrick.. wow.. wow wow wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Last Unicorn' was my first favourite film. I saw it when I was 6 or so, I believe, in the local theatre. A friend of mine sent me a VHS copy of it a few years ago, but now I'm stuck without a NTSC compatible video player. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm sort of back, as you can see. Turns out that my sore throat was an infection. Yeah. So I've spent most of my time since Sunday in bed. Tomorrow I'm going back to work. I'm feeling somewhat ok now, so I think it should be fine. And I'm going to a par-tay on Saturday! :) Really looking forward to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106331041953334898?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106331041953334898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106331041953334898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106331041953334898' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106322102424302372</id><published>2003-09-10T20:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T20:10:24.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Years in the making..:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Neil for coffee&lt;br /&gt;in an imaginary place&lt;br /&gt;been years since we talked&lt;br /&gt;or met face to face&lt;br /&gt;And through the chatter,&lt;br /&gt;the voices and the dim&lt;br /&gt;he puts two sugars in his coffee&lt;br /&gt;and asks me how I've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him things are different now&lt;br /&gt;that I hardly read&lt;br /&gt;and never write&lt;br /&gt;stopped smearing black around my eyes&lt;br /&gt;that I almost smile&lt;br /&gt;that I sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked where I seek solace&lt;br /&gt;I say that I feel trapped&lt;br /&gt;No idea where to find myself&lt;br /&gt;a new self&lt;br /&gt;Or how to get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wanting to be something perfect&lt;br /&gt;someone who gets ahead&lt;br /&gt;and is liked&lt;br /&gt;someone put together&lt;br /&gt;by what is perfect&lt;br /&gt;in everyone's sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Neil says:&lt;br /&gt;if we make our own perfection&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't we be making it to be&lt;br /&gt;a little more like ourselves&lt;br /&gt;not like everything else&lt;br /&gt;we see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare into my coffee&lt;br /&gt;and realizes he's right again&lt;br /&gt;I gather my things&lt;br /&gt;and walk out into reality&lt;br /&gt;armed with advice&lt;br /&gt;from my imaginary friend. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106322102424302372?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106322102424302372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106322102424302372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106322102424302372' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106296691862193178</id><published>2003-09-07T21:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T21:35:18.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ananova.com/entertainment/story/sm_816303.html" target="_blank"&gt;"Join us next week as we premiere 'Kylie's Behind: The Full Story'. But for now, we bring you.."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106296691862193178?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106296691862193178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106296691862193178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106296691862193178' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106294360680524224</id><published>2003-09-07T15:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T15:06:46.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;'I wish u heaven' - Prince&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the comments have been down for so long, I have no idea if anyone's got an interest in my drivel here - altho I keep getting hits, it might still be people looking for 'Barb Wire' movie photos ;) Anyways, it's been a while since I wrote anything mildly substantial, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waking up with a sore throat every day now for about two weeks. This morning it was a different story. Now I have a *permanent* sore throat, a nose full of snot and the urge to sneeze every five seconds. Urgh. Not good. I hate going to work sick - especially since I'm in a *hospital*. It just looks *wrong* doesen't it - you're in a place where people are supposed to cure you of whatever illness it is you're suffering from and the cleaning lady walks around and coughs at you. Ok, so I try not to cough at people ;) Hopefully it'll clear up by the morning; I'm just going to take it easy today, read books, watch tv (Buffy!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt is having a mini-gig/signing thing at a nearby record store (when I say nearby I mean three minutes away from my house), and I kinda wanted to go and get a signed cd for my mom (and myself!), but it's at midnight and I have to be up early Monday for work. I guess mom will just have to do with the plain cd. Not that she *knows* that I was going to get it.. I just wanted to surprise her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of funny, really, this March I went to said record store for a midnight release sale they had, and Kurt was in line. Less than half a year later, he's the one appearing *inside* the record store, and everyone else is standing in line to see him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented a couple of movies yesterday - 'The Ring', which I paid for, and 'The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood', which was my free rental ;) I was going to watch the both in one night, but I started watching 'The Ring' and decided after ten minutes that this was not something to watch at this time of night (it was around 11 pm or so.. dark. Nobody else was home.) So I watched the other one instead. It wasn't bad. Lisa J gave me the book for my birthday and that was better, but I thought the movie was a good supplement to the book. And Ashley Judd is a darling, she really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I watched 'The Ring' when I got out of bed this morning, still in my pajamas, with blanket and throat drops and tissue paper at the ready. It was really, really good, I liked it a lot. Scary, yes, but I can't even begin to imagine just how scary it would be if I'd watched it last night instead. &lt;br /&gt;Daveigh Chase is what, thirteen years old, and she's been in so many cool movies already.. this, 'Donnie Darko, 'Spirited Away', 'Lilo &amp; Stitch' (which is a fun, fun movie which you should see if you haven't already). She's either going to grow up to be a super cool person or just really, really, *really* disturbed ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, look at that, I managed to write a somewhat lenghty post afterall.. I'm going to go and make myself some.. er.. it's 4 pm.. lunch..? And then spend the rest of the evening on the couch, again with the blanket and Kleenex. I hope you'll have a good Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106294360680524224?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106294360680524224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106294360680524224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106294360680524224' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106268351566102006</id><published>2003-09-04T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T14:51:55.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNN: have you ever kissed a woman before?&lt;br /&gt;Britney: no, I've never kissed a woman before.&lt;br /&gt;CNN: would you do it again?&lt;br /&gt;Britney: would I again? AHH! NO! *shrieks* I'd do it again with Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*le sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106268351566102006?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106268351566102006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106268351566102006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106268351566102006' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106260052468194762</id><published>2003-09-03T15:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T15:48:44.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cancel all complaints!! I'm working tomorrow! And possibly Friday!! Woop woop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106260052468194762?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106260052468194762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106260052468194762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106260052468194762' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106258910932396046</id><published>2003-09-03T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T12:38:29.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I eat something that didn't agree with me.. god, I am *not* feeling good today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106258910932396046?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106258910932396046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106258910932396046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106258910932396046' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106251935720353057</id><published>2003-09-02T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T17:15:57.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Bugs' - Hepburn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YACCS is promising to get their comment service up and back online sometime within the next 48 hours. Not that I'm writing much to comment on these days anyways, eh? I've been working on getting my photo gallery page in ship shape, including shots from this summer. I'm also toying with the idea of buying a domain and some server space. A Danish company is now offering 100 megs for a dollar fiddy a month (plus 14 bucks for buying the domain itself). It's not a bad offer. I'll have to think about it once I get some work/cashola, which I'm guessing will be *any day now*!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a gray day, but I'm missing rain..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106251935720353057?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106251935720353057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106251935720353057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106251935720353057' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106233323898302477</id><published>2003-08-31T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T13:33:59.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm happy that he's happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vg.no/bilder/bildarkiv/1062272884.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Beckham! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106233323898302477?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106233323898302477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106233323898302477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106233323898302477' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106215481720405691</id><published>2003-08-29T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T12:00:17.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like the VMA's were the equivelent of a Jerry Bruckheimer movie this year.. 'oh my gosh, Madonna is feeling me up..' &lt;a href="http://www.worldofbritney.com" target="_blank"&gt;Worldofbritney.com&lt;/a&gt; has the video of course. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106215481720405691?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106215481720405691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106215481720405691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106215481720405691' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106209863284769924</id><published>2003-08-28T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T20:23:52.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Fallen' - Sarah McLachlan (!!!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Stipp, I have an mp3 of it.. and I can't stop playing it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106209863284769924?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106209863284769924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106209863284769924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106209863284769924' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106208168243832282</id><published>2003-08-28T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T15:41:22.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Painful day - period pain and headache day. Retaining water day. I'm off to fill a hot water bottle and drink some tea..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106208168243832282?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106208168243832282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106208168243832282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106208168243832282' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106202320591221244</id><published>2003-08-27T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T23:26:45.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Mad world (Donnie Darko mix)' - Gary Jules&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had the frickin' worst leg cramp I've ever experienced.. and I've experienced a *lot' of leg cramps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teclo.pitas.com" target="_blank"&gt;Dru&lt;/a&gt; and I went to see 'Prozac Nation' today. It was better than I hoped - yes, I had low expectations too, just to, you know, not get completely disappointed. I liked it a lot, but I was disappointed that it ended so abrubtly. I also think people who've read the book first benefit more from it - that you have a bit more insight into what's going on. I think a subject like that is hard to get across on film. Any which way, I thought Christina Ricci did a tremendous job. She and miss Elizabeth even look a lot alike..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went to have coffee, which was nice - all in all it was a fun evening (ok, so the movie wasn't exactly fun, but you know what I mean ;P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last episode of 'White Teeth' tonight - bloody brilliant. I'm sad that it's over; I really need to read the book.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, more 'Angel'... wheeeee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106202320591221244?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106202320591221244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106202320591221244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106202320591221244' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106199237851502138</id><published>2003-08-27T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T14:52:58.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I really like the new Dido video; it stars mr.Boreanaz - watch it &lt;a href="http://de.click2music.co.uk/bmgacts/dido/www/video/whiteflag_dido_high.swf" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; in Flash format.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106199237851502138?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106199237851502138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106199237851502138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106199237851502138' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106189772897977434</id><published>2003-08-26T12:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T12:35:28.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Neil Gaiman's &lt;a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/journal/2003_08_24_archive.asp#106188354266932888" target="_blank"&gt;journal entry today&lt;/a&gt; made me laugh. This is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106189772897977434?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106189772897977434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106189772897977434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106189772897977434' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106176271067190315</id><published>2003-08-24T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T23:05:10.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Monk Main Title' - Jeff Beal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mageirocophobia - Fear of cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was staying with my parents, I started watching the tv series 'Monk', which I found to be a lot more enjoyable than I first thought it'd be. It's about a former police detective, Adrian Monk, who still helps the SFPD on hard-to-crack murder cases. And he's got Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Which is why the show was so much fun. I know that's a bit cruel, considering that it's a very serious disorder, but that really *does* make the show. Anyways, I miss it. The jangly guitar tones of the opening theme put me in a good mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show's website has a lot of random facts about germs.. which are horrifying. And I'm learning a lot about phobias. Which is.. fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a tough weekend, and I'm still not done with all the stuff I have to do. But I need to go out and sign up at the temp agency again. And do work I actually get paid for too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106176271067190315?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106176271067190315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106176271067190315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106176271067190315' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106164687856522644</id><published>2003-08-23T14:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T14:54:38.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Crazy' - Dream ft.Loon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now everything is out of the bags, now I just need to find somewhere to *place it*.. Looks like I can't walk around this one, it's going to be full-on drag-everything-out-of-the-drawers.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I figured it out: my tv is way old, thus it can't handle the NTSC. I should have figured that, but I never tried watching NTSC tapes on my old tv anyways. So anyone wanna give me a new tv?? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106164687856522644?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106164687856522644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106164687856522644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106164687856522644' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106156918345123448</id><published>2003-08-22T17:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T18:05:31.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh.. just tried out my region 1 dvds on my dvd player.. I can get a picture, alright, but not colours. Wondering if that's the player or the tv's fault.. seem to recall that Espen could get colours fine.. &lt;br /&gt;Also having the mother of all migraines..&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not halfway through unpacking yet..&lt;br /&gt;Gah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106156918345123448?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106156918345123448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106156918345123448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106156918345123448' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106154847388545234</id><published>2003-08-22T11:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T11:34:33.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Cry me a river' - Justin Timberlake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, yeah, at least this is a good way to get out of bed at.. erm, noon.. *turns the volume up* If my room wasn't so chock full of bags and stuff, I'd dance around. Oh well, later, later. I have a long weekend ahead of me; I need to get everything out of the bags and back in their place, I need to buy groceries *yawn* - cos the fridge is empty, as it would be after 4 months (well, it could be full, but that'd be kind of disgusting), buy bath stuff - it's the same old, same old, 'yeah, I'll just buy a new one when I get back' - clean my room.. yes, a long weekend indeed. Aaah, but see, the thing is, I'm going to feel really good about it when I'm done :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, a girl in our livingroom. Hoping she won't be staying long and this isn't a case of people being afraid of throwing her out. I've had that going on once before and that was NO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'Angel' last night (yay! Angel!), and had little flashbacks here and there cos I'd watched the episode before, many years ago. 4 to be exact. Wow. Time.. it flies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of, I better get dressed and start crossing off things on my to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106154847388545234?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106154847388545234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106154847388545234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106154847388545234' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106148913319818891</id><published>2003-08-21T19:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T19:05:33.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Just missed the train' - Kelly Clarkson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does it well, I think. I still prefer the original, tho, it reminds me of actually *missing* the train :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm back in Rain Central, and it's a little weird, but I'll get used to it eventually. I actually didn't get to take the flight I wanted, thus I came into Seagull City at 7 am, and I couldn't leave until 3 pm. Wheee, right.. ;) But I made it, so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, yeah, I have a ton of un-packing to do and um.. there's a girl.. living in my livingroom.. good lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106148913319818891?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106148913319818891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106148913319818891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106148913319818891' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106141765937895511</id><published>2003-08-20T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T23:14:19.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh sheesh, I thought I heard this weird noise and it turns out to be my stomach. Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm all set to go - packed my things, with a lot of help from mum, who is a packing goddess. After crossing the Atlantic ten times, I have yet to master that fine art. But I'm working on it!&lt;br /&gt;The weather is absolutely horrible, but I'm hoping that it'll be an un-bumpy ride.. anywhich way, I have travel sickness pills which Mark was smart enough to get me before I left California. So see you on the other side, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[And Mark, dunno if you're reading this, but my last three e-mails to you have bounced. I sent the last one to your hotmail address.]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106141765937895511?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106141765937895511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106141765937895511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106141765937895511' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106132509749738103</id><published>2003-08-19T21:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T21:31:37.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know those sandbags that you hang from the ceiling, the ones boxers and the like use for training? I think I feel like one of those right now. I say think, because obviously I cannot *really* know how those things feel.. ;) Today was my last trip into Seagull City, and it sucked more than little life out of me, I think, physically and mentally. I've set a date for my return to Rain Central; Thursday morning, the weather looks set to be traditionally wet, as a matter of fact, as I am typing this, the rain is drumming on the roof. Summer is certainly over then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been without a computer for three days, as my dad needed to re-licence the XP on this machine. Quite an interesting experience when you've been so used to sitting up before bedtime writing e-mails, reading blogs and chatting with the odd person online. "Huh..? You mean I'm going straight to bed?" I am back online for the full remainder of my stay here, which means that *you* can reach me for the next, oh, 26 hours or so. Then I'll be online in RC, of course, granted that my computer hasn't been blown up or similar.. Anyways, it took me 10 minutes to download my e-mail and another 5 to wade through it all (it was mostly spam). 3 viruses. 3. Thank Lordy for virus programs, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take it easy here - watch a 'Friends' rerun and 'White Teeth' and head to bed where I more than certain I will be able to fall asleep approx. instantly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106132509749738103?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106132509749738103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106132509749738103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106132509749738103' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106105471693459750</id><published>2003-08-16T18:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T18:25:16.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.doddingtondairy.co.uk/brownale.htm" target="_blank"&gt;That's it.. I'm going to England..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106105471693459750?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106105471693459750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106105471693459750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106105471693459750' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-106038114167996386</id><published>2003-08-08T23:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T23:19:01.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Then they put a big coat on me and stood me in front of a high-powered fan to make the coat billow, and took more photos. I now looked like a James Bond villain who had been cast in The Matrix."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, poor, poor &lt;a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/journal/2003_08_03_archive.asp#106032199878652529" target="_blank"&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in the country is great - the only thing holding me back are the continuous headaches, which seem to come mostly around the time I'm reading in the sun.. hmmm... Not reading anything at the mo', as I am anxiously awaiting my next batch of books. I go through them like *snaps* that, it seems. Got the new SFX yesterday and I finished it in one big gulp (if I was eating it.. I wasn't.. I was reading it.. it was a metaphor.. oh, nevermind..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say that I'm hard at work on my website, but I'm not. I've been lazy. Gawd damnit, I know.. But I've made this great list of things that I'll be doing in my last week here, and it's right up there, along with filling out this stack of postcards (that's for you, Steve), and making someone a belated birthday present..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-106038114167996386?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106038114167996386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/106038114167996386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106038114167996386' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-105985434078147600</id><published>2003-08-02T20:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T20:59:00.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Lonestar' - Emm Gryner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been bloody-stupid-headache-day, like the kind I used to have back in high school, where it felt like my eyes were bleeding (but they weren't, not really..) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-105985434078147600?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105985434078147600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105985434078147600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105985434078147600' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-105968477982757465</id><published>2003-07-31T21:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T21:57:20.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;np: 'She's so high' - Kurt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On request from several people I'm posting a few pictures from this summer, mainly ones from the Con, in a small image gallery. More to come when I get my photo website together! :) Go &lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/gallery/view?uid=1330981" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-105968477982757465?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105968477982757465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105968477982757465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105968477982757465' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-105947939388096698</id><published>2003-07-29T12:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T12:50:33.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;'I just can't wait' - D'Sound&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd damnit! I've been trying my darndest to do screencaps of these beautiful stills on the '28 days later' DVD, and it just won't work.. There has to be *some* way of figuring it out.. Anyways, it's hot over here, I need a shower.. and some grub..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've signed up for free web space at anycities.com and as soon as they get their stuff together (-- no idea when this will happen --) I will show off all the photos from the Comic-Con and more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-105947939388096698?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105947939388096698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105947939388096698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105947939388096698' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-105926388736965811</id><published>2003-07-27T00:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T00:58:07.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, hi - I'm back - in Norway, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the countryside, my parents' house, trying to unpack stuff for the umpteenth time. It's that time of night during late July where it's actually dark. It stays like this for a few hours, and then, suddenly, it goes back to being dusky, twilighty. Earlier on in the summer, it'll stay dusky until morning. No darkness. That's just the way it works over here, in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the US. &lt;br /&gt;I miss Trader Joe's, I miss the cheap beer and watching Simpsons on the couch after work, I miss that clerks are actually polite in stores and that people know how to form a decent line ;) But most of all I miss my baby, especially at night. But I know that I'll be back again, and most people know that I'll become one of those Norwegian-Americans one day, you know, the ones who talk about lutefisk and rømmegrøt and all that. Even though I actually don't like any of those things :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing fine, tho, no worries, I've realized that the best thing to do is just relax and find something fun to do. And that's what I'm going to do here. Spend the late summer here. I hope you've all had a great summer - leave me a comment, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night or good afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-105926388736965811?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105926388736965811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105926388736965811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105926388736965811' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-105837648529889561</id><published>2003-07-16T18:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T18:28:05.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok - Mark and I are off to San Diego.. to see Neil and others.. and then to ship me back home.. see you on the other side of the pond, then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-105837648529889561?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105837648529889561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105837648529889561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105837648529889561' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-105807161927393743</id><published>2003-07-13T05:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T05:46:59.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Groundskeeper Willie voice* "Achh! Zombies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I went to see '28 days later' today - I missed it when it was out in theatres in Norway, mainly because no one wanted to see it with me and I was too 'afwaid to go see it on my own, something I'm pretty happy about now - and dear oh dear, was it scary. Really good movie, tho, probably one of the best ones I've seen this year. I might get it on dee-vee-dee later, it's already released in Europe.. Go see it if you can, it's much much better than all the summer blockbusters out there (except 'Finding Nemo', of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and now I'm really dizzy, so I think I need some water.. it's hot.. dehydration bad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-105807161927393743?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105807161927393743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105807161927393743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105807161927393743' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-105771224902411208</id><published>2003-07-09T01:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T04:01:32.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear oh dear.. &lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=564&amp;ncid=564&amp;e=11&amp;u=/nm/20030708/ts_nm/un_development_index_dc_2" target="_blank"&gt;Norway Heads Quality of Life Index; Canada Miffed&lt;/a&gt;... and more shocking revelations: &lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com/s/95665" target="_blank"&gt;Britney Spears says she's not a virgin&lt;/a&gt;.. Well, that's what the rest of us have been saying for a while now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-105771224902411208?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105771224902411208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105771224902411208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105771224902411208' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-105751151738462987</id><published>2003-07-06T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T18:11:57.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, well, well, I certainly haven't posted in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's mostly due to the fact that Mark and I have been in Seattle and Portland, like I talked about before, hanging out with some fumblers, some of which I have never met before :) When we came back, we celebrated fourth of July with some *more* fumblers I'd never met before; Heather, Patrick and Rhonda. We went to a very nice restaurant on the waterfront in Sausalito and watched money being spent in the sky into the wee hours.. well, at least until ten pm or so ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Heather held a barbecue at her house, and we were the same people meeting up + Paul. Again, a lot of fun, and you can see a photo of me and Heather taken there &lt;a href="http://www.betterthings.org/pics/7503/IMG_0127.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; [courtsey of &lt;a href="http://www.betterthings.org/journal/" target="_blank"&gt;Heather's blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd write more, but I am being called out for breakfast.. woohoo.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-105751151738462987?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105751151738462987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105751151738462987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105751151738462987' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-105674658599602713</id><published>2003-06-27T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T21:43:05.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: "Ne Ver, Ne Boisya, Ne Prosi" - Tatu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a high suicide rate among web designers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'm working on re-modelling the Neometal website with Mark and right now I'm tearing my hair out at these itty bitty details that-just won't-work.. it's going to be pretty tripendicular in the end, tho, I'm sure of it, as soon as I can work out all these little kinks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're heading to Seattle tonight, staying there for the weekend, and going to Portland after that, to meet up with some fumblers, and hopefully we'll be able to catch &lt;a href="http://www.betterthings.org/journal" target="_blank"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; when we get back. Should be fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a total Tatu trip these days - I just ordered their Russian album. They just make great pop music, I think, and I'll just overlook the whole 'two thousand pairs of striped tube socks' thing at their MTV Movie Awards performance ;)&lt;br /&gt;Their Russians songs are best, tho, it sounds more sincere, especially since I have no idea what they're singing about. I've wanted to learn Russian, but I doubt it'll happen in the nearest future.. I mean, good Lord, have you seen the Russian alphabet...? Yes, there you go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, be seeing you soon, then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed:&lt;br /&gt;Leaving 97 degree weather behind for the North.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-105674658599602713?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105674658599602713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105674658599602713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105674658599602713' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-105665292026652968</id><published>2003-06-26T19:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T19:43:37.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will write something soon.. for now I urge you to head over to &lt;a href="http://matrixessays.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Matrix Essays&lt;/a&gt; and check out Matrix:Reloaded as Rewritten by dr.Seuss... so funny..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-105665292026652968?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105665292026652968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105665292026652968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105665292026652968' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-105606152889369301</id><published>2003-06-19T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T23:25:28.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No wonder everyone were so quiet - my comments were completely out of whack. I believe I've fixed it now, along with the rogue edit link that wasn't supposed to look like that.. yeah, let me know if you experience any trouble.&lt;br /&gt;I've been quiet too, haven't I.. But yes, last time I posted I was talking about the MTV Movie Awards, and they turned out to be pretty funny indeed - if you haven't seen it yet, you should go online and look for Gollum's acceptance speech video. I was splitting a side watching that. And the Matrix Reloaded parody at the beginning was more than chuckle-worthy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, um, Mark and I are heading north next week, going to Seattle and Portland. Should be fun, fun, and it wouldn't surprise me one bit if these places were warmer than the Bay Area at the moment.. good lord, I miss swimming and splashing around in the pool. What kind of disappointing summer weather is this? Oh well, I guess we just have to deal with it in one way or another..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-105606152889369301?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105606152889369301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105606152889369301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#105606152889369301' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-105486569401223691</id><published>2003-06-06T03:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T03:14:53.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey.. is anyone still reading this?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm not v.good with posting these days, and I'm not that great with e-mail either. So if you've e-mailed me in the past, oh, 2 weeks and still haven't gotten a reply, don't despair; I am by no means dead, just a lazy bastard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I have been holding down the fort this week, as the chiefs have been attending a piercing convention in Vegas. I on the other hand have propelled forward in an amazing way, adding anodizing and curving barbells to my already crammed repertoire. If you have absolutely no idea what these things are, let me remind you that Mark &amp; family runs a piercing jewelry place. If you still have no idea what I'm talking about, just, like, ask or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's making dinner right now. Have I just said how much I love that my boyfriend can cook? Because you're all fully aware of my limitations within the kitchen, right? I can clean, yes, and do dishes, and maybe even laundry on a stretch, but my spring dinners usually consisted of pre-packaged salad, and chicken breasts burnt to a crisp. No, I'll just load the dishwasher instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTV Movie Awards is on in a few.. I absolutely love that, but I haven't seen it for years. Way back in the day, it was always on a Friday, and I'd watch it at my parents' country house, with a big thing of popcorn and the 'record' button on the VCR pressed down. It was just so much fun. Wonder if it still is.. Mark's threatening to tell me who all the winners are (it actually took place last Saturday), but I refuse to listen. I wish Maggie would win... alas, that won't happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-105486569401223691?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105486569401223691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/105486569401223691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105486569401223691' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-95127265</id><published>2003-05-31T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T19:32:22.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm trying to call my parents but they just won't pick up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's everybody been doing? We've been splashing in the pool a lot lately, which has been great - the weather's been going between H-O-T and lukewarm/windy. Not quite sure what it is today, but all these Old Navy purchases have definitely been put to good use.&lt;br /&gt;Sing it with me now: "Old Naaaaaaaaaaaaaavy.. your destination for summer fun.." It just won't leave. It stays in your brain forever and ever. I think I heard it like, 10 times while I was in there trying to shop. Do they really think they'll keep customers this way..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some tidbits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Finally saw 'Donnie Darko'. Weird, wonderful movie. Maggie rocks. She needs more big roles like 'Secretary'. Also saw 'Adaptation' yesterday, which had another 5 minutes of Maggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dawson's Creek the final episode made me sob. Buffy didn't. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I really, really want to see 'Finding Nemo'. But I think that's going to happen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My hot pink Malibu Barbie nail polish makes me joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do indeed know who won 'Idol' and I am very, very happy about it :) I got my mom to tape all the shows that I'd miss, so I can at least try and *act* surprised when I get back. The best man won. No doubt about it. Now I'm just wondering what will happen to him in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some photos from our little LA outing that I'll post online sometime in the not-too-distant future. I have about one million e-mails that I need to reply to AND it looks like I'll be meeting up with some fumblers very soon. So colour me excited! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-95127265?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/95127265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/95127265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95127265' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-94713572</id><published>2003-05-22T02:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T02:28:40.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm eating a Joe Joe.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's an all-natural Oreo, according to the good people at Trader Joe's. I.e. it's not an Oreo that will kill you. Damnit. I like Oreos. But I like these things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been pretty busy with work over here - I've felt productive at times, which is good, I'd hate to just be in the way, you know. Bagging and labelling parts has become so much more fun after I got my Buffy DVD's, though, and I can reminisce about the good times, while watching classic episodes on Mark's laptop. I wasn't disappointed about the last ever Buffy episode. People have this thing where they just get their hopes up so high about something like that, like, say, Star Wars Episode I, like it's somehow going to be this orgasmic nirvana experience, and it's just not, you know. I thought it was a proper ending to all those years of watching Buffy fight evil. But I still think she looked so much better when she had more poundage on her body. She was just plain gorgeous back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger won't let me open my blog at the moment, so I'm typing this in Notepad. Thought you just wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's been heating up! Yay! :) These days it's been around 85 degrees {that's approx. 34 C for those of us who can't figure out the Fahrenheit system of things.. like myself..}. Big yay. I went to Old Navy and got lots of summer type sloafy clothes. Now I just need to get some sort of bathing suit. Oh.. joy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things are good. You know why? Diet Vanilla Coke, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm just kidding. There are other good things too :)&lt;br /&gt;But that is one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-94713572?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/94713572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/94713572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94713572' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-94474613</id><published>2003-05-17T00:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T00:02:40.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, you people, I'll tell you what I ordered - I got the second season of Buffy (my favourite season), 'Donnie Darko' and 'Secretary'. And apparently, my package has made it to Richmond now, so I should have it on... Monday, maybe? :) Woohoo! &lt;br /&gt;I'm at 'home' today, no worky for me, just hanging around the house here, and I just realized I haven't eaten since breakfast, egads! So I better make myself something or other. Actually the choice is pretty obvious - we went to &lt;a href="http://www.neovenator.com" target="_blank"&gt;John&lt;/a&gt;'s house last night, and ate Chinese take-out. And I've got leftover almond chicken. {"Chicken, good!"}. And speaking of DVD's - we watched 'Spirited away', which, without a doubt, must be top of my list for 'Most messed up movie I have ever seen ever'. It was great, tho, hysterically funny at times.. Bzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I came back from SoCal Monday night - the wedding was nice, a small and nice wedding, it was. And we got to go to LA and Malibu as well. So that was all cooh' :)&lt;br /&gt;We actually went to this marketplace/shopping centre type thing in LA, where we had lunch and I felt like I was in a cheerier version of 'Blade Runner'. Which was also cooh', cos I love 'Blade Runner'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Does *anyone* know when the new Delerium is coming out? Huh? Huh? Huh?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now, food..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-94474613?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/94474613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/94474613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94474613' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-94035341</id><published>2003-05-09T06:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T06:23:29.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just ordered a *bunch* of DVD's off Amazon.. dead cheap. Joy, joy, joy.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-94035341?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/94035341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/94035341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94035341' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-94034067</id><published>2003-05-09T05:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T05:53:17.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Mark and I are off to San Diego for the weekend: friends of us are getting married. Should be fun, altho I have very little experience with weddings.. &lt;br /&gt;Things are well here - I can't believe how cold it is for May, tho! It's about the same temperature as back home, and let's face it - Bergen ain't exactly California.. weird, huh? Oh well, it may still heat up.. I have about two dozen tank tops and short skirts in the closet that needs to be used, damnit! :P See you next week..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-94034067?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/94034067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/94034067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94034067' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-93820176</id><published>2003-05-05T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T22:10:36.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Eeeey everyobody - yep, I've been a bit quiet with travelling plans and such, but I can now inform you that I am indeed in California, and I'll be staying here for the next two months and a half. Anyone interested in e-mailing me can do so to &lt;a href="mailto:tintariel@hotmail.com"&gt;tintariel@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and anyone who wants to visit me, feel free to do so :P I'll try to update here too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-93820176?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/93820176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/93820176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93820176' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-93264454</id><published>2003-04-25T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T22:53:46.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am! What, you didn't care? Oh well. I'm here anyways.&lt;br /&gt;At parents' place, in the country, having some time off and absolutely *loving* it! I've been hanging out, sitting outside reading lots of books and magazines, watched movies, baked yummy cake (chocolate-banana-walnut cake. You should be trying it right now.) and more than maintained my exercise schedule. Go me? Oh yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-93264454?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/93264454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/93264454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93264454' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-93049392</id><published>2003-04-22T16:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T16:03:43.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Angels with dirty faces' - Sugababes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a great day. I still feel a bit, under the weather, as they say, but all in all, it's great that the holidays are over. Too many Sundays for my liking there, and the city was starting to become a bit static.. Um, yeah, so today I've been running errands all day, and I need to pack still.. going home tomorrow morning.. :) The books Henrik and I ordered from Amazon came in today, so we're both happy about that - 'Shopaholic' for me and Andrey Platonov for him. Those Amazon people must really wonder what sort of person ms-Golmen is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't figured out wheter my sniffly sneezy phase is a sign of allergies or a common spring cold.. it's just annoying that's what it is.. :/ Pass me the Vitamin C.. the album, silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-93049392?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/93049392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/93049392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93049392' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-92975480</id><published>2003-04-21T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T11:25:08.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Iiiihh.. don't feel great today. Been sniffly and sneezy since yesterday, and I don't know if it's allergies or what, but I feel all groggy. Which isn't good, because all of a sudden I have a lot of things to do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-92975480?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/92975480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/92975480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92975480' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-92930258</id><published>2003-04-20T15:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T15:00:29.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'One step too far' - Faithless ft.Dido&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frickin' love this weather! Absolutely frickin' brilliant, that's what it is! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-92930258?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/92930258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/92930258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92930258' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-92858433</id><published>2003-04-18T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T22:39:24.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Jane says' - Chester Bennington&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, it's still &lt;a href="http://www.fridayfive.org" target="_blank"&gt;Friday&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is your favorite celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears. Quite simply because that's what she *is*, a celebrity. Of the pop star variety. She's not a great artist, she's not a great songwriter, she's not a great actress [altho I must say that I still haven't seen 'Crossroads'.. so if anyone wants to get me the DVD, go ahead :P]. But she's a fabulous entertainer. Probably the biggest celebrity in my world since Madonna (who has a lot more going for her in the artistic sense.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is your least favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Could George W. Bush jr. be classified as 'celebrity'? If so, him. If not; I really, really, *really* don't like Fred Durst. The man is just.. iiih.. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever met or seen any celebrities in real life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've *seen* plenty. Haven't met all that many. I had a near-death experience at the Tori Amos gig in 1998, quite simply because I was more overjoyed than I had ever been before in my life. I've seen celebrities aplenty at concerts, I've passed Mick Jagger on a Sunday stroll in Muir woods, I see plently of Norwegian celebrities bi-weekly here in Bergen. I met Emm Gryner at the Bumbershoot festival in Seattle last fall. And I simply cannot *wait* to see Neil Gaiman in San Diego this summer *bounce bounce bounce*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you want to be famous? Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tricky. Whilst fame seems very tempting at times, I know there's a high price to pay with it. Let's just put it this way; if I somehow get famous, it'll be cos it just happens, not because I go out and seek to become it ;) I'll tell you that here and now. But I have very little skills in singing/music/acting, so I doubt it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you had to trade places with a celebrity for a day, who would you choose and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again it'd be tempting to choose Britney, because she's got a lot going on in her life, but then she also goes through a lot of crap regarding that. So um.. I dunno. I'll say Madonna, because she always seems to be in control of what she's doing. Mind you, if I were to be her for a day, it'd probably be all working out and stuff like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I found Henrik.&lt;br /&gt;And now I think I'm going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-92858433?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/92858433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/92858433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92858433' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-92830173</id><published>2003-04-18T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T11:05:38.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooooffff.. 4 Sundays more to go..&lt;br /&gt;Internet wasn't working last night, and I was afraid that it was going to be a long winded process to get it to work again, but luckily now, here it is..&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen Henrik since Wednesday. I'm a little worried.&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, holidays are boring when you're in the city and all alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try and burst out of boredom and remind myself on the upcoming joys of summer, I was happy to read Neil's little manual &lt;a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/journal_archives/2003_04_01_archive.asp#200147984" target="_blank"&gt;for signings&lt;/a&gt;. Especially calmed down by the "I know me, and can assure you I am very unoverwhelming in person. Am also not scary."-bit. [Scroll down a little on the post to see his standing-in-line advice.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, breakfast.. and possibly find Henrik..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-92830173?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/92830173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/92830173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92830173' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-92771587</id><published>2003-04-17T12:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T12:19:31.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'S.O.B.' - Lisa Marie Presley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first official T-shirt friendly day of the year in Bergen, and it looks like it's about to continue this easter. Which is fine by me, as long as it doesen't turn into some horrible hurricane at the end.. that would be just about the only logical thing to happen, I think, cos this just ain't normal. Alternatively, it can continue like this for another two weeks, and then it can go back to normal crappy weather when I leave for Cali :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are a bit boring, I think. They're like 5 Sundays in a row, basically.. And I'm just wondering, why, when I come tired and wiped out from work, is there absolutely nothing decent on tv for that hour where I just want to sloaf? I found myself watching the Olsen twins' show yesterday, for gad's sake.. bring back, oh, re-runs of 'Dawson's' or something.. In the meantime, I will reminisce about a time where Buffy wore a Wonderbra, didn't live of off sushi and water and had roots that could compete with mine.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy easter, ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-92771587?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/92771587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/92771587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92771587' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-92450642</id><published>2003-04-11T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T11:47:15.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Goodbye yellow brick road' - Elton John&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First; &lt;a href="http://www.fridayfive.org" target="_blank"&gt;that stuff&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was the first band you saw in concert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question. I can't remember. Probably some local band. I'm guessing what I'd call my first 'real' concert experience (i.e. after becoming a teenger, that's what it's all about, isn't it..), would be Hedgehog at the local youth club back home. I suppose I was 15 or so. Still wore my 'Anarchy in the UK' sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is your favorite artist/band now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park. Their new album is just incredible. They've just mastered everything they've tried to do there; melodic introspective therapy time, metal and hip-hop. They make it all perfect. And Chester's singing better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment.. haha.. you can find me in my room singing 'In da club'.. :P Hehe.. ummm.. Maybe 'Numb', the final track on 'Meteora'. It's got a bit of a DM feel to it. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could play any instrument, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to be able to play piano really well. I've always seen that as the ultimate song-writing tool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could meet any musical icon (past or present), who would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowie. I'd probably have a 'I'm not worthy' moment, though..&lt;br /&gt;And why..?&lt;br /&gt;Why??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news; I am frickin exhausted after this work week, it's been jobby hell, but it's over for two days so I'm just gonna kick back and relaaaaaaxxx.. and Dru, you totally missed my birthday; it was a month ago ;) I've missed you, tho! Good to have you back :)&lt;br /&gt;And I have a feeling I should update my Obsess-list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idol tonight; is Kurt becoming too 'safe'..? &lt;br /&gt;This could get scary..&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Spangly Pants said, and I quote, in English mind; "I want to become Kurt. Is that possible?"&lt;br /&gt;No! It's not possible, Spangly Pants! You will never ever achieve that level of coolness! Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-92450642?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/92450642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/92450642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92450642' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-92206868</id><published>2003-04-08T08:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T08:13:46.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now now, people, no fighting. &lt;br /&gt;Christina A-sweetie; you just need to deal with the fact that I love Britney, and there will be no bad-mouthing her on this blog, nor should you bad-mouth my friends. Play nice, or don't play at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-92206868?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/92206868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/92206868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92206868' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-91981047</id><published>2003-04-04T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T14:52:25.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday's 'Can I get a woop woop??': &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I've worked all week bar Monday (plus I had 3 days last week) - which means I can actually pay off all my bills without worries next week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: I got a tax refund of 2700 kroner (roughly $370)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: I've got a DVD player!! It's in the post office for me to pick up NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"go..go..go..go.. Lisa, it's yo birfday..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-91981047?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/91981047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/91981047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91981047' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-91598822</id><published>2003-03-29T11:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-29T11:48:06.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am! Yeah, internet's been mucking up for me lately - yesterday my e-mail server was down - and it's been really slooooooow.. but I do believe I know why.. *tick tick tick*... I'll try and write more now. Try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working three days this week, which is good. Give me at least three days next week and I'll have a semi-decent paycheck for once. My weekend treat this week? I'm going out for a delicious mocha at a cafè. I've realized that books just don't work in this house. They need to be brought outside. And since you can pretty much expect to get a UTI from trying to sit on a park bench these days, I am taking it to the cafè.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Idol' last night - Kurt just keeps getting better, and he is still yet to get a bad review from the judges. Fortunately, the audience seems to like him too. Was rather shocked when Miss went out - I had never in a million years expected that. I kept thinking she'd be the one standing left with Kurt and mr.Spangly Pants at the end. Not so. Hmmm.. interesting. And mr.Spangly Pants ended up on the couch too. Hmmm... even more interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-91598822?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/91598822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/91598822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91598822' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-91478420</id><published>2003-03-27T13:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-27T13:41:36.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is the internet going mad? I can't seem to be able to access any websites, including my own damn blog..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-91478420?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/91478420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/91478420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91478420' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-91245155</id><published>2003-03-23T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-24T11:39:54.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Don't stay' - Linkin Park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a night. I had a severe migraine attack this afternoon, which resulted in me taking a 3 hour nap. After I got up, I stumbled my way to Platekompaniet which was opening at midnight to sell copies of a bunch of fresh albums, including 'Meteora'. I scored some cool stuff along with the album; a free 'Meteora' t-shirt and the 'Somewhere I belong' single (which has 2 live tracks, for those interested).. pretty neat, eh? The cd itself looks very impressive; along with the album is a DVD documentary about the making of the album (which I suspect are the LPTV episodes in full), the main cd has a video about the artwork and some web extras, and the liner notes are pretty extensive, with details about the writing process of each song. Yes, very impressive, boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess who stood in line with me? Kurt! Yeah, that'll be a story to tell on our next 'Idol' night.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-91245155?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/91245155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/91245155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91245155' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-91151578</id><published>2003-03-21T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-21T23:27:51.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'The day after tomorrow' - Saybia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new favourite song after Kurt sang it on 'Idol'. I read that he was going to sing it earlier this week, so I downloaded it, cos I was curious. His version was even better. It's such a beautiful song, but he added such a new power to it, it was breathtaking. I really, really hope that he'll win, but I know that most likely, one of the pretty boys or the bitchy one will. It's such a shame that being an 'idol' also includes looking like Ken or Barbie sometimes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-91151578?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/91151578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/91151578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91151578' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-91050560</id><published>2003-03-20T10:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-20T10:13:06.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Lying from you' - Linkin Park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a time like this, it's important to find happiness where you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-91050560?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/91050560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/91050560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91050560' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-91001734</id><published>2003-03-19T17:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-19T17:36:00.640Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's amazing how out of shape I must be - after 3 days at work, I feel exhausted. But in a good way, if you can believe that. That said, I am looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow.. 'till *at least* like.. 7 am!!&lt;br /&gt;Going to T's today to watch 'Signs'. Hope I don't fall asleep before the aliens show up.&lt;br /&gt;Next week's high point: new LP album! *bounce bounce bounce* This week's episode of LPTV is just hilarious. And 'Breaking the habit' sounds like it's gonna be beautiful. Bring it on, bring it on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-91001734?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/91001734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/91001734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91001734' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-90940331</id><published>2003-03-18T19:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-18T19:29:15.700Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://people.aol.com/people/news/now/0,10958,433736,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;Nooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-90940331?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90940331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90940331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90940331' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-90810221</id><published>2003-03-16T17:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-16T17:48:16.763Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Certainly made up for any lack of movin' around the rest of this weekend today, ah, who says gloomy is bad for you. I enjoyed it, actually. Less people about. Bergen lonely? Not on a Saturday afternoon it ain't. I hate walking around the town square on a Saturday afternoon. It's like trying to get through a 30% off 50% off sale at H&amp;M. Yes, we eskimos sure know how to piss each other off :P&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though? This is the top of the world? I always pictured that was Nordkapp.. or is that the *end* of the world.. no, wait, that's somewhere inlands, for some reason.. Anyways, I'm off to sloaf on the couch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-90810221?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90810221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90810221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90810221' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-90801042</id><published>2003-03-16T12:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-16T12:39:29.546Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Bring it on' - Nick Cave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Oh, no, you see, for a while there my blog ceased to exist. Apparently. And my little tracking thing wasn't working either. So yeah, that's what I was wondering about.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a gray and gloomy day in Bergen - it seems like we're getting one for every two good days we have. Or possibly more. Hmm. Anyways, I am going to get more stuff done today than yesterday. Starting with uh.. getting dressed.. ;) And going out into the gray.&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-90801042?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90801042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90801042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90801042' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-90758918</id><published>2003-03-15T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-15T12:02:37.186Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whass all this, then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-90758918?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90758918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90758918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90758918' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-90719280</id><published>2003-03-14T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-14T17:32:07.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm amazed - gorgeous weather in Bergen for the second day in a row, must be some sort of sign of the apocalypse or similar. &lt;br /&gt;Hah, kicked butt at the temp agency, demanding they get me some more work. Ok, so I asked. Ok, so I pleaded. And I'm going to take another course next week, so here's hoping, people. In the meantime, I'll be avoiding all the reality shows, except 'Idol'. Cos tonight's the last semi-final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-90719280?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90719280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90719280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90719280' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-90585205</id><published>2003-03-12T13:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-12T13:39:53.293Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So they deprive me of 'Smallville' because of 'The Bachelor'.. and now they're telling me there's no 'Gilmore Girls' cos of 'Big Brother'! Gah! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-90585205?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90585205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90585205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90585205' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-90473930</id><published>2003-03-10T19:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-10T19:58:47.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Cat people' - David Bowie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..it's been so long.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two more birthday pressies today: more books! &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0385335881/ref=pd_sbs_b_2/103-3004087-3091841?v=glance&amp;s=books" target="_blank"&gt;'Shopoholic takes Manhattan'&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/mi2/bacontogo/daily.html" target="_blank"&gt;J&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0060934719/qid=1047325991/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/103-3004087-3091841?v=glance&amp;s=books" target="_blank"&gt;'Stardust'&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/055338032X/qid=1047326027/sr=2-1/ref=sr_2_1/103-3004087-3091841" target="_blank"&gt;'Hot Sex'&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.neovenator.com/blogger.html" target="_blank"&gt;John&lt;/a&gt;. So I really have a lot to read now. Which is nice. I have.. unfortunately, it may be, lots of time to read books at the moment. Hopefully soon it'll be warm enough to go sit in the park without freezing your toosh off; a book in the park, that's really nice. And hopefully, the phone will go ring, ring soon too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Hilde made me dinner and took me to see 'The Hours'. Dinner was great, but I haven't quite made up my mind about the movie yet. It was incredibly sad. And I kept trying to find out what the .. message.. was. Henrik thinks there isn't one, that it's all about a mood (he's read the book, you may not be shocked to hear..). I don't know. Anyone else seen it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I've been really troubled with bad migraines lately. The kind where it feels like my eyes are kind of melting and dripping down from my eye sockets.. ok, sorry about that image, but that's what it feels like sometimes. No fun. No sleep. So I'm really, really tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now.. 'Smallville'.. in the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-90473930?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90473930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90473930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90473930' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-90309842</id><published>2003-03-07T17:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-07T17:15:15.746Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'After All' - Delerium&lt;/b&gt; - [soooooo good.. like, totally. Does anyone know who does the vocals?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Good news: temp people called me up and I worked today.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: manager that I talked to said that they've got their crap together (well, she didn't say it exaxctly like that..), and that they probably won't need me next week unless someone falls ill or something. I would very much like to purchase some virus and let it loose in the hospital cafeteria. No? Mean? Maybe. *sigh* Anyways, cross your limbs, cos I need all the work I can get. I'm this close to going down to the office and *begging* my contact person to go back to that dreaded hotel and work along side PsychoBitch again. Double shifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, um, I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;So that's good. My new and healthy life has blossomed, which is pretty darn impressive considering I've been working for a place w/*the* least healthy cafeteria selection I have seen. I am *proud* of myself for not steering directly towards the chocolate mousse cake at first sign of depression. Ham sandwiches. And sparkling water. Good Lord, more of this and I'll call myself a saint.&lt;br /&gt;No, really.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, look at this: I'm doing the '&lt;a href="http://www.fridayfive.org" target="_blank"&gt;5 questions asked on a Friday yet answered on any random day of the week&lt;/a&gt;'.. on a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was the last song you heard?&lt;br /&gt;'Somewhere I belong' by Linkin Park on a radio when going into a shop. That made me happy. I love that song so much, it makes me cry. I'm so excited about the album it's just plain stupid. Getting my paycheck next Friday. Already setting aside money for the 24th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What were the last two movies you saw?&lt;br /&gt;'Bowling for Columbine' [at cinema] and 'About a boy' [on video]. I'd love to go to the movies more, but there's not that much playing at the moment that I care about. Altho Hilde is taking me to see 'Chicago' on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were the last three things you purchased?&lt;br /&gt;A hair dryer [which magically decided to malfunction and had to be taken back to the shop today], groceries [tend to count as one], and a bottle of water [does not count as groceries],&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Change sheets on my bed - always a fun job, clean the bathroom - my turn, clean the hallway - my turn, make sure I don't quit my diet ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who are the last five people you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;Manager at work, Hugo, guy at electronics shop, Henrik, Therese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-90309842?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90309842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90309842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90309842' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-90170450</id><published>2003-03-05T11:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-05T11:35:44.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel crappy today. Still no calls, got my period brewing, shitty weather and I'm just down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-90170450?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90170450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90170450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90170450' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-90107767</id><published>2003-03-04T12:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-04T12:03:11.436Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad: No call from the temp agency today..&lt;br /&gt;Good: &lt;a href="http://launch.yahoo.com/destinations/promotions/linkinpark/" target="_blank"&gt;New Linkin Park video&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-90107767?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90107767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90107767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90107767' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-90068472</id><published>2003-03-03T20:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-03T20:54:02.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah. No Smallville tonight. Because of stupid last 'Bachelor' show.. Bah. Stupid bachelor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-90068472?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90068472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90068472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90068472' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-90061157</id><published>2003-03-03T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-03T18:17:19.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Sparks' - Röyksopp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fridayfive.org" target="_blank"&gt;Friday 5 on a Monday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your favorite type of literature to read (magazine, newspaper, novels, nonfiction, poetry, etc.)?&lt;br /&gt;I like novels best. Preferably ones with some sort of fantastic content. I also seem to prefer *English* novels. It's been years since I read a book in Norwegian, I can't for the life of me remember what that was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite novel?&lt;br /&gt;Tough, but I'd have to say 'Neverwhere' by Neil Gaiman. It's a book that brilliantly mixes reality with.. something that isn't quite real, but possibly could be. I recommend it to anyone who appreciates a good sense of imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you have a favorite poem? (Share it!)&lt;br /&gt;I have several. As cliched as it may sound &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/wednesday_l/raven.htm" target="_blank"&gt;'The Raven'&lt;/a&gt; by Edgar Allen Poe is still one of my favourite poems. It is creepy and beautiful. I have a recording of Christopher Walken reading it, and it's just perfect. Another favourite is &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/wednesday_l/tulips.htm" target="_blank"&gt;'Tulips'&lt;/a&gt; by Sylvia Plath. (I have these links handy because I once had a 'Favourite poems' section on my website).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is one thing you've always wanted to read, or wish you had more time to read?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm not sure, really.. I've never felt tempted to read 'War and peace' or anything huge and well known like that. Basically, if there's something I'd like to read, I try and make sure I get my hands on it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are you currently reading?&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeding my Discworld obsession - I just finished 'Feet of clay', and next up is 'Men at arms'. The City Watch are my new favourites, I think they'll take third place after Death and the Witches :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-90061157?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90061157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90061157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90061157' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106249.post-90045558</id><published>2003-03-03T12:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-03T12:08:00.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nP: 'Sing' - Travis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night: T showed up with 'About a boy' on video, and we ate cake and goodies and had a good time. When the movie was over, Hilde and B showed up; B showed that he's got a sugar tolerance for the record books by finishing about half of the cheese cake, hehe..  It was just nice, you know.. not a party party. But when I think back at it, I don't think I really wanted a party-party. Friends are more important. Presents are important too, you say? :P Well, Henrik, who chickened out when he heard that the evening would be girls only (I didn't know B was coming over then), gave me the enhanced Röyksopp cd - which is very cool. It's got extra remixes and videos and stuff on it. T got me the new Christina Aguilera cd, which we will no doubt be blasting during parties in the future :) And Hilde's making me dinner and taking me to see Chicago sometime this week. Which should also be very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No call from the temp agency today which got me a little worried. Gah, does this mean that the hospital mngmnt. have gotten their heads together and decided that they don't need more temps..?? Good god, I hope not. Cross your fingers that they'll be calling tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rainy gray day in Bergen, so since I don't have work today, I'm going to concentrate on getting stuff done that I've been putting off for a long time.. namely... laundry (!!) and... e-mails (!!!) ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2106249-90045558?l=wednesday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90045558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2106249/posts/default/90045558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wednesday.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90045558' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mny-MXx86zA/SftKRTKihgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c1W1mf7uLKI/S220/1265379.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
