<?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-5867978</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:45:39.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Life of a Bohemian Princess </title><subtitle type='html'>Daily and weekly records of my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-108316670167604836</id><published>2004-04-28T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T08:42:37.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am offically moving...and going back to my live journal.  The new address is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/users/principessapfg/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is where I will be reached....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-108316670167604836?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108316670167604836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108316670167604836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108316670167604836' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-108238179164627025</id><published>2004-04-19T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T06:40:34.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: "he sitting on the railing" (from Saturday Night at the Pahala Theatre...it's a hawaiian poetry book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first? Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: What is the last thing you watched on TV? Bridget Jones Diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what time it is: 8:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time? 8:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? a rattling from the air conditioning vent and Ed complaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: When did you last step outside? this morning to walk to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at? Anne's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: What are you wearing? a white tee, jeans, bra, undies, shoes...etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Did you dream last night? no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: When did you last laugh? This morning when lewis did something silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: What is on the walls of the room you are in? Pictures of peers of the month from FEBRUARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: Seen anything weird lately? L:ast night my window made this wierd chainsaw noise that freaked the heck out of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: What do you think of this quiz? eh...last free moments of the next few weeks...what a better way to spend it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: What is the last film you saw? Something on comedy central this morning with Johnny depp at a hotel resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first? Gas and a lap top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17: Tell me something about you that no one else knows: I'm really a man...no just kidding you all know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do? I would stop all the fighting....can't we just all get along???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19: Do you like to dance? always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20: George Bush: should not be in charge of anything but a retirement home in texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? Isabella or Simone or Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him? Shane Dylan or Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22: Would you ever consider living abroad? Yes, as long as it's in a somewhat civilized country...yes I could most likely do Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23: Will you pass on this survey? I'm posting it, that's even better..so ditto what anne says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-108238179164627025?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108238179164627025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108238179164627025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108238179164627025' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-108179010375253484</id><published>2004-04-12T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T10:18:57.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too bad I have never seen this movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;TABLE WIDTH="395" BORDER="0" CELLSPACING="0" CELLPADDING="5"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD WIDTH="24%" BGCOLOR="#000000"&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://home.mn.rr.com/couplandesque/quizzes/edwood.gif" WIDTH="84" HEIGHT="85" ALIGN="BOTTOM" BORDER="0" NATURALSIZEFLAG="3"&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD WIDTH="76%" BGCOLOR="#000000"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ffffff" SIZE="-2" FACE="Verdana"&gt;You Are Ed Wood From &amp;quot;Ed Wood.&amp;quot;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#ffffff"&lt;br /&gt;SIZE="-2" FACE="Verdana"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You definitely have your name in history, although probably not for the reason you believe. Yet you are very accepting, non-judgemental, and optimistic almost to a fault. You also have a thing for angora sweaters. How could anyone &lt;I&gt;not&lt;/I&gt; like you?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="-2" FACE="Verdana"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://home.mn.rr.com/couplandesque/quizzes/depp.htm"&gt;Take The Johnny Depp Quiz!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-108179010375253484?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108179010375253484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108179010375253484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108179010375253484' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-108178966518257347</id><published>2004-04-12T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T10:11:39.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I am going to try to do 2 things at once...post here and in my live journal!  There is a link to it on my blog page, that specifically says....MY LIVE JOURNAL.  So read them both..maybe they'll be different, I don't know, and maybe I'll weed one of them out or find something new....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-108178966518257347?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108178966518257347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108178966518257347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108178966518257347' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-108156782281634294</id><published>2004-04-09T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T20:34:12.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WARNING...THIS IS AN ANGRY POST....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I just found a letter that I was supposed to fill out with a personal biography for a WHO'S WHO...and I am livid becuase most likely I opened the letter and left it fucking sitting there for over 1 month.  So that makes me furious.  And then on top of all this, which is really really frustrating, I am so bored and Lewis is asleep.  But more so I am more mad about this letter, which I obviously forgot about and now something that I was FINALLY FUCKING NOMINATED FOR AND RECOGNIZED FOR...I don't get to do....WHAT THE FUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-108156782281634294?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108156782281634294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108156782281634294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108156782281634294' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-108102775693167106</id><published>2004-04-03T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T13:32:58.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;JERSEY GIRL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Lewis and I went to go see Kevin Smith's film &lt;em&gt;Jersey Girl&lt;/em&gt;.  It made me thing about things, and how there are times in life, things don't work out like we planned, but in the end its all for the best.  I have to give a shout out to Ben and Jennifer, because for once they didn't annoy me in a movie and I really liked them.  Good story, and anyone who has taken Deb's 342 SM class, will appriciate a major part of the movie...can we say MORE HOT PIES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...party at Dori's tonight...I am psyched....anyone know anything about Caryl Churchill?  Need to work on my paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-108102775693167106?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108102775693167106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108102775693167106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108102775693167106' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-108032074768301945</id><published>2004-03-26T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T09:09:18.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So much has changed...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things have come full circle and Lewis and I are back together.  I know I am over emotional and over react to many things, and a wise bird whispered in my ear, that what caused our break up, is a normal fight for others.  I need to chill out sometimes and that is my goal. I really want this to work, and we are going to try to make it work.  And F U who thinks that the same thing will just happen again, so what if it does...IT'S MY LIFE....and I love him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-108032074768301945?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108032074768301945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108032074768301945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108032074768301945' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-108015208703690606</id><published>2004-03-24T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T10:18:14.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GIVE ME A F*$&amp;ING BREAK....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has communication in our culture broken down so far that we all just share our thoughts on some online-diary, instead of telling them to live humans who can react phsyically and emotionally?  WTF...what is going on!  I am sick of reading how people feel about serious stuff on-line!  If you need to talk...TALK...or write in a private journal...and don't expect everyone to understand what you mean, and be shocked when peole read it...PUBLIC MATERIAL!   AHHHHHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sorry just needed to rant.  Why doesn't our world talk any more, or simply write letters...now that would be nice...to receive some mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a plus...I have found apartments for reasonable rates in LA....Anne?  Steph?  The Door-mister?  We should all go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day...dont' call me or write me...come TALK TO ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-108015208703690606?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108015208703690606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108015208703690606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108015208703690606' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-108001572553833610</id><published>2004-03-22T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T20:25:31.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ignore the previous post...I figured my life out in an hour when I talked to the PSM of the touring production of &lt;strong&gt;Fosse&lt;/strong&gt;.  Not really, but its fun to think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..not much else...can't wait until tomorrow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-108001572553833610?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108001572553833610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/108001572553833610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108001572553833610' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-107996464444533767</id><published>2004-03-22T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T06:14:09.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt so torn all you want to do is crawl into a corner and cry...curl up and just be held?  Have you ever felt like you have hurt someone that you love so much that you feel guity all the time, but the guilt comes out of feeling happy becuase something new and good has come along?  Have you ever wondered or doubted yourself, questioning your decisions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do...I wish someone could hold my hand and walk me through it...I need a guiding force to send me a sign (and i don't know if the dream I had last night was the sign)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my great aunt Albie died last night....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-107996464444533767?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107996464444533767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107996464444533767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107996464444533767' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-107963881655929217</id><published>2004-03-18T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T11:43:35.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not too much new is going on in my life.  I started my lighting crew, which is a blast for reasons that do not need to be written or said aloud (catch my drift....hotties).  St. Patty's Day was yesterday...what did I do?  HOMEWORK..I read The Cherry Orchard, which was a great play.  I really liked it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend plans?  MARDI GRAS PARTIES!  That's right, plus a date with dori to see Taking Steps, and more light crew...not that I am complaining.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am kinda bored!  Entertain me, please...someone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-107963881655929217?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107963881655929217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107963881655929217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107963881655929217' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-107928159677846182</id><published>2004-03-14T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T08:29:50.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=ALAZCACODCFLGAILINIAKSKYMDMIMNMONVNJNMNYNCOHSCTNVAWI"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://world66.com/myworld66"&gt;create your own personalized map of the USA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.world66.com"&gt;write about it on the open travel guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-107928159677846182?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107928159677846182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107928159677846182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107928159677846182' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-107924664751497392</id><published>2004-03-13T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T22:47:20.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw some new movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;strong&gt;Thirteen&lt;/strong&gt;--must see if you are a young parent or teacher.  Very scary about life as a thirteen year old girl.  Really liked it...Holly Hunter...WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;strong&gt;Freaky Friday&lt;/strong&gt;--Eh...it was good.  Different, I might just like Lindsay Lohan better than Hillary Duff..she can play and write her own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;strong&gt;Mona Lisa Smile&lt;/strong&gt;--It was good.  As Anne puts it...it is Dead Poet's Society for girls, without the suicide.  But I got a bit of the Pleasantville effect, beaten over the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;strong&gt;Pieces of April&lt;/strong&gt;--Katie Holmes a far cry from Joey from Dawson's Creek.  Really cool movie...I liked it...I think I would buy it!!  Patricia Clarkson...nominated for an Oscar for her role as the mother....cool movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;strong&gt;Intolerable Cruelty&lt;/strong&gt;--George Clooney and Cathrine Zeta-Jones (Douglas)....hot.  I thought it was cute..didn't know it was a Cohen brothers movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock Island was a blast...here are a few quotes from the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminax, Very Mature Rondell, Thanks for coming for the district, Were we supposed to cross the Mississippi?, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...I don't know.  Kinda lonely...would like to have a date..or something.  No I don't like being alone, I can deal, but I would like to share my life with someone..whether for a week, a month or for the rest of my life.   Whatever happens happens and it is always for a reason! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-107924664751497392?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107924664751497392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107924664751497392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107924664751497392' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-107876900098711983</id><published>2004-03-08T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T10:06:27.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah..the joys of spring break. Having nothing to do, but knowing there is tons you should do.  Well, Saturday night, my mom and I were settling in to watch &lt;strong&gt;How to Loose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;/strong&gt;, so I went to our local Blockbuster to rent it.  There, I witnessed a robbery.  Some dude tried to walk out with abou 5 video games and 3 DVD's, It was just crazy b/c I was paying when it happened, and then employees chased after them, I thought they might pull a gun.  Very Scary.  But...what pissed me of the most, was how ignorant people can be.  Why steal???  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRR....can't wait to be back in BNL tomorrow...miss my friends and my home.  miss Lewis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-107876900098711983?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107876900098711983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107876900098711983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107876900098711983' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-107832511681724123</id><published>2004-03-03T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T06:48:15.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like an idiot, maybe a bitch, not too sure.  You know how when you know you have hurt someone, but you also know it was for the best.  I just feel bad, and it's not easy being the one to end something.  I'm lonely too, I miss you too, but I know that soon the hurt will go away and happiness will return.  (With dori around who knows...it may never!  Just kidding, I love Dori and she has been my saving grace along with the brat pack of 709 Dale...top floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this for real?  What have they done to sweet Barbie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/frozenebony/1048039353_pRACHELSB5.jpg" border="0" alt="Lactating Barbie"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lactating Barbie?  What the fuck is wrong with you?&lt;br&gt;Snap out of it and kill the kid while you still&lt;br&gt;can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/frozenebony/quizzes/If%20You%20Were%20A%20Barbie%2C%20Which%20Messed%20Up%20Version%20Would%20You%20Be%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I expected:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/londonbelow/1038911340_dergaybear.jpg" border="0" alt="Gay Bear"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gay Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/londonbelow/quizzes/Which%20Dysfunctional%20Care%20Bear%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...I'm outie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-107832511681724123?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107832511681724123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107832511681724123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832511681724123' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-107816202690757031</id><published>2004-03-01T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T09:30:03.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are only a handful of issues that I am extremely passionate about, education being a priority.  It really bothers me when someone doesn't agree with some of what I feel about education, I almost loose some respect for them.  Such as going to class...it's disrespectful to the teachers and the other classmates becuase appearantly your time is more important than theirs.  It's also frustrating when someone doesn't see the point of going to class becuase they know the material.  I think it is a matter of not having a good teacher.  Teachers need to teach to all levels, not just pick one and stay at that pace, sure it's hard, but that is part of the job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defining moment:  I used to always think that different opinions were good, but now I start to wonder if I could be with someone who didn't feel the same way about some issues that are most important to me.  It's one of the qualifiers...must believe in education and like country music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-107816202690757031?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107816202690757031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107816202690757031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107816202690757031' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-107790040504056159</id><published>2004-02-27T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T08:49:36.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/roolet/1077087158_ruechicago.gif" border="0" alt="True Chicagoan"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a true Chicagoan!  You've probably lived&lt;br&gt;here for a long time, or are thoroughly&lt;br&gt;obsessed with the city and its history.&lt;br&gt;Congratulations!  Maybe you should run for&lt;br&gt;office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/roolet/quizzes/Are%20You%20a%20True%20Chicagoan%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Are You a True Chicagoan?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a surprise...I should be, I have lived near it for my entire life!  Let's plan a chicago trip over spring break...who's interested?  I'll drive? Or we can take a train?  Let's go...let's go right now...phuck school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-107790040504056159?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107790040504056159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107790040504056159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107790040504056159' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-107747359924453211</id><published>2004-02-22T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T10:16:04.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I have learned this weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My medicine makes me loopey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryl Churchill is a pretty cool chick, and I am going to write about her.  I think she just may be my favorite playwright, what with the random violence, and killing, and masterbation, and sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dori smells..(not really but it is funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's mean the weekend is almost over, which sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-107747359924453211?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107747359924453211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107747359924453211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107747359924453211' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-107724200435706055</id><published>2004-02-19T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T17:56:05.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Concussions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, being the brilliant blonde (ooh...illiteration) that I am, Tuesday evening the band saw and I bumped heads.  Literally I walked, while ducking, into the metal handles of the band saw in our scene shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, there was no blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,  after a massive headache and dizziness, etc., I decided to go to Health Circus, and I saw a REAL LIVE DOCTOR, who told me I had a grade 1 concussion.  So...after giving me great pills, pain medicine, I am feeling great.  I am still a little dizzy and appearantly I am mixing up my words when talking..quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..that has been my week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-107724200435706055?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107724200435706055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107724200435706055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107724200435706055' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-107600189588937632</id><published>2004-02-05T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T09:27:17.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thank You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for a wonderful time,&lt;br /&gt;the candles and music set the mood of romance.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there to listen,&lt;br /&gt;to my every complaint about everything.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for putting up with me,&lt;br /&gt;a raging schizophrenic who can never make a descion, &lt;br /&gt;an overreacting psycho who is hormonal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Thank you for loving me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-107600189588937632?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107600189588937632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107600189588937632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107600189588937632' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-107590390627379672</id><published>2004-02-04T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T06:14:06.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Can't We All Just Get Along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't understand is why we always have to argue?  What is the point?  Is it so that we can expand our mind and develope critical thinking?....Well I already took FOI, so bullshit, we know it won't work.  I am sick and tired of having to defend my points and be the one who gives in during arguments.  Why can't someone else, for once, be the one to concede and say "It's not worth discussing"???  Or do I always have to be brought to the point of anger so that I am raging mad and write pissed off blog comments?  GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note...WHAT DOES YOUR VAGINA SMELL LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play a game...answer the following questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  What does your vagina smell like?&lt;br /&gt;2.  What does your vagina say if it could talk?&lt;br /&gt;3.  What would your vagina wear?&lt;br /&gt;4.  What is your vagina's favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;5.  Who would your vagina like to do an impersonation of ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my answers...I want others to answer too....(MEN USE YOUR PENIS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Pussy&lt;br /&gt;2.  I don't have teeth, but discriminate against me, I'LL BITE YOUR HEAD OFF&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pink Velour...oh wait..it does!&lt;br /&gt;4.  Lime Green&lt;br /&gt;5.  George W. Bush...oh wait...I would need a dick for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Hump Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-107590390627379672?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107590390627379672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107590390627379672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107590390627379672' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-107523355441522966</id><published>2004-01-27T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T12:01:23.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things that make me mad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending to &lt;strong&gt;The Sun Also Rises&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sauber doesn't realize that Dori, Leigha and I will be here next fall too!&lt;br /&gt;When all you want is TGIF steak and shrimp and you can't afford it.&lt;br /&gt;When you are so out of shape your boyfriend could run 2 miles in the time it takes you to run 1.&lt;br /&gt;When the treadmill is smarter than you.&lt;br /&gt;Paying $8 for a bad long island ice tea.&lt;br /&gt;Going to class when there is no point that day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally.....(drum roll) the thing that makes me the maddest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOUR PANTS GET SO WET AND COLD FROM SNOW TRYING TO CREEP UP THE BOTTOM, AND YOU GO THROUGH AN ENTIRE DAY WITH WET/COLD/LEGS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-107523355441522966?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107523355441522966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107523355441522966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107523355441522966' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-107440931860186009</id><published>2004-01-17T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T23:03:55.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check it out yo!  I always knew this was true!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/ponygirl2008/1072792703_tures00008.jpg" border="0" alt="  "&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are going to Marry orlando Bloom. He will&lt;br&gt;always treat you right and is very romantic. He&lt;br&gt;will do anything for you. He is very polite and&lt;br&gt;has deep brown eyes and is very good looking&lt;br&gt;(which is another plus!). He can make anythind&lt;br&gt;cheesy look really good (like sliding down&lt;br&gt;stairs on a shield shooting arrows or wearing&lt;br&gt;pointy ears for example). Congrats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ponygirl2008/quizzes/Which%20male%20celebrity%20are%20you%20going%20to%20marry%3F%20(10%20results%20that%20have%20pics!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which male celebrity are you going to marry? (10 results that have pics!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-107440931860186009?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107440931860186009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107440931860186009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107440931860186009' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-107393076586814777</id><published>2004-01-12T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T10:06:27.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, It has been a while and I apoligize for it.  Quick overview of the past month.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          1.  Went home for break...annoyed with family and...well family.&lt;br /&gt;          2.  Chaperoned the All State Kids in &lt;strong&gt;The Arabian Nights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          3.  Went dancing with Lewis...swing dancing....no this is not in any particular order&lt;br /&gt;          4.  Shopping, shopping, shopping, and eating&lt;br /&gt;          5.  Touched Dori's breast!!!  (more than once)...and as she puts it...what makes a lesbian is when there are feelings behind the careless touching....and nakedness....we don't do that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          6.  Returned to school and have begun classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am super stressed with ACTF, so bare with me if I disappear again for a bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did see an excellent movie last night......&lt;strong&gt;In America&lt;/strong&gt;  It is about modern day Irish Immigrants and their struggles in America.  Very moving and powerful.  And it was at the Castle Theatre which is a great make-out place, as Lewis says!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end with a quote....&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHUT UP, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-107393076586814777?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107393076586814777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107393076586814777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107393076586814777' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-107099797124648103</id><published>2003-12-09T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T11:26:23.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok..First off, I APOLIGIZE.  I know it has been weeks since my last entry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a run down of what I have done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flew to California to see family and visit San Diego.....Flew home on Thanksgiving....Worked another All State Weekend...Finished the last week of classes.....Started Finals....and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is your update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-107099797124648103?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107099797124648103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/107099797124648103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107099797124648103' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106919179903708316</id><published>2003-11-18T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T13:43:25.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stress sucks.  That is all I have to say.  I am so bogged down by 1 million and 1 things, that I can't stand it.  And on top of that, I feel like I can't get through to some people and that makes me question my ability to teach.  If I can't teach a friend, how will I teach kids?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just frustrating.  I cannot wait to get away for an entire week.  I am leaving on Saturday for California, specifically Carlsbad and San Deigo.  I just need to be away, I can't wait for my parents to spoil me and take me out to dinner and see family I haven't seen in ages and....oh I can't wait.  I think it is just what I need.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106919179903708316?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106919179903708316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106919179903708316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106919179903708316' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106867003261037629</id><published>2003-11-12T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T12:47:17.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life changes are hard, damnit!  But something I realized is that, I never knew how strong I was until two close friends reminded me last night.  Thanks, you know who you are.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have been able to chance an ending to something that I have loved for so long.  But, I feel so much better, knowing that I have said everything that I felt, I learned more about myself and my wants and desires.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT HIGH MAINTAINANCE!&lt;/strong&gt;  I don't care what anyone says...wanting true love is something we all desire--don't deny it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if its over, I will move on, and if things change for the better, I will adapt.  Maybe I should be more selfish?  Maybe I will walk into Mr. Perfect (joshua jackson!)  jk...i really want PACEY....but what ever happens is fine with me, becuase I know that I have an excellent support circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Mario Lopez....we all need that support circle, it's part of our top 7 needs list (he really was a bit ditsy!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106867003261037629?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106867003261037629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106867003261037629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106867003261037629' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106848269978888884</id><published>2003-11-10T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T08:45:03.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, so nice...ditto what the 14 year old said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/dphenreckson/1049378093_numenorean.jpg" border="0" alt="Numenorean"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Numenorean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/dphenreckson/quizzes/To%20which%20race%20of%20Middle%20Earth%20do%20you%20belong%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;To which race of Middle Earth do you belong?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106848269978888884?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106848269978888884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106848269978888884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106848269978888884' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106848213120205133</id><published>2003-11-10T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T08:35:35.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh the things we talk about when we are drunk...and not drunk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106848213120205133?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106848213120205133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106848213120205133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106848213120205133' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106822669165483470</id><published>2003-11-07T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T09:38:15.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh side note...kudos to &lt;strong&gt;A VIEW FROM THE BRIDGE&lt;/strong&gt; CAST AND CREW..awesome performances.  One of the best shows I have seen at ISU..not to mention it is one of my favorite plays overall (woo-hoo Arthur Miller)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..two things to check out...on my friends page is LEWIS's review of the show...as well as a post that I made to a live journal group about the audience last night....check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/principessapfg/friends/"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/users/principessapfg/friends/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have to scroll a bit...but check it out....also, i want to send a letter to the editor about the lack of respect in audiences (as seen last night)...would anyone want to proof-read and read it ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106822669165483470?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106822669165483470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106822669165483470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106822669165483470' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106822581289114584</id><published>2003-11-07T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T09:23:36.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MALES VS FEMALES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Blonde GUY joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde guy gets home early from work and hears strange noises coming from &gt; the bedroom. He rushes upstairs to find his wife naked on the bed, sweating and panting. "What's up?" he says. I'm having a heart attack," cries the woman. He rushes downstairs to grab the phone, but just as he's dialing, his 4-year-old son comes up and says, "Daddy! Daddy!  Uncle Ted's hiding in your closet and he's got no clothes on!" The guy slams the phone down and storms upstairs into the bedroom, past his screaming wife, and rips open the wardrobe door. Sure enough, there is his brother, totally naked,&lt;br /&gt;cowering on the closet floor. "You rotten bastard," says the husband, "my wife's having a heart attack and you're running around naked scaring the kids!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do men and pantyhose have in common?&lt;br /&gt; A: They either cling, run or don't fit right in the crotch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the difference between men and women...&lt;br /&gt; A: A woman wants one man to satisfy her every need... A man wants every woman to satisfy his one need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and calling your name? &lt;br /&gt;A. You didn't hold the pillow down long enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why does it take 100,000,000 sperm to fertilize one egg? &lt;br /&gt;A. Because not one will stop and ask directions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW...I am not saying any of these are true, judge for yourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106822581289114584?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106822581289114584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106822581289114584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106822581289114584' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106806691403413766</id><published>2003-11-05T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T13:16:08.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So aside from the fact that I started a WAR on my friends page (for live journal) about Howard Dean (democratic candidate)--apparently politics has nothing to do with theatre  (RIGHT..!)...Check it out if you want...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/theatre_geeks/87014.html"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/community/theatre_geeks/87014.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my contemporary health class this morning at 8am...We watched the final of 5 debates for a class.  The topic was banning smoking from public places.  The lead speaker for the con/against side was so convincing and was such a bank of knowledge, that I almost wonder if smoking is dangerous at all!  He knew so much and said all the right things.  For example:  Did you know that one of the leading poisons in cigarettes is the same things they do in dry cleaning..Yet we don't look down on that..!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before you attack a smoker, think about it.  How can we really prove that cancer is caused by smoking...YOU CAN'T.  You can see it as a factor, but then why does Japan have millions more smokers than the USA, yet have a lower rate of lung cancer?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you think....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106806691403413766?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106806691403413766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106806691403413766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106806691403413766' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106757466234682767</id><published>2003-10-30T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T20:31:04.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how when you are really down and out, and when you thinking nothing will cheer you up and your best bet is to gorge yourself with popcorn and chocolate, then a best friend from high school calls just to say hi.  That is the best.  Its so nice to hear their voice, becuase its been so long, and just talking to them reminds us all that no matter what happens, people will care about us.  Thanks Bob!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106757466234682767?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106757466234682767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106757466234682767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106757466234682767' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106754578908206830</id><published>2003-10-30T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T12:30:53.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight I am going to a huanted house, and I am so excited.  No matter how many times I go to haunted houses, and I know precisely how they plan to scare me, I STILL GET SCARED.  Its great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Check it out:  &lt;a href="http://www.creaturescrypt.com"&gt;www.creaturescrypt.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any, Gary and I dressing up as the SPARTAN CHEERLEADERS, so check us out too.  Not too sure what we are doing, I know we aren't as organized as I hoped we would be, but we both became so busy.  Oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106754578908206830?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106754578908206830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106754578908206830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106754578908206830' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106720637049437680</id><published>2003-10-26T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T14:12:51.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this weekend, Lewis took me to see Cowboy Mouth, a band playing at the House of Blues.  Check them out out:  &lt;a href="http://www.cowboymouth.com"&gt;www.cowboymouth.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed them, but what was scary was how much the floor bounced.  I really thought the bottom would drop out.  I had flashbacks to HESTER parties (anyone else remember those?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a great weekend.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106720637049437680?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106720637049437680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106720637049437680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106720637049437680' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106693971443979612</id><published>2003-10-23T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T13:08:34.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Leigha posts something interesting...if you were stranded on a desert island, what 5 songs would you bring with you.  First of all...why just 5 songs, a CD can hold more than that, if how would you listen to it if you brought the CD, you'd have to bring a player or something.  Then could you get a WDES (desert island radio station?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...playing the game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I'll never fall in love with you again (Janet Jackson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Break your Heart (BNL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Are We Lovers or Are We Friends (Cowboy Mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I'll Make Love to you (Boyz to Men)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Please Don't Go Girl (New Kids on the Block)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there it is...realize this will change in approximately 3.67 minutes to do my fickleness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106693971443979612?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106693971443979612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106693971443979612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693971443979612' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106693839993333515</id><published>2003-10-23T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T12:46:39.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Ruri-chan/1056289761_Akindness.JPG" border="0" alt="You represent... kindness."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You represent... kindness.&lt;br /&gt;You're a very gentle, kind, and caring individual.&lt;br&gt;You truely care about people and are generally&lt;br&gt;well-liked.  Though sometimes you may be&lt;br&gt;perceived as weak, you truely have a strong&lt;br&gt;heart and a good desire to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ruri-chan/quizzes/What%20feeling%20do%20you%20represent%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What feeling do you represent?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106693839993333515?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106693839993333515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106693839993333515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693839993333515' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106693778060569375</id><published>2003-10-23T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T12:36:20.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So more updates, I guess I am trying to stay current with the presidential race becuase I am not fond at all of our current situation---Check out Clark (www.clark04.com)  If you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and Dori's word of the day:  POOP SCOOP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106693778060569375?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106693778060569375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106693778060569375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693778060569375' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106687740689612465</id><published>2003-10-22T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T19:50:06.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So check it out...I went to a meeting tonight and heard some of Dr. Howard Dean's campaign.  Dean is govener of Vermont, who is running for President.  I am not sure how I feel yet, but check out his website:  www.deanforamerica.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of his platforms include:  education, healthcare, and civil/equal rights (especially for same-sex marriages...Vermont was the first state might I remind you).  Including this, he is agaist government regulation of abortions, instead he is for smart/educated choice.  SO FAR...I LIKE HIM....PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I AM MISSING SOMETHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106687740689612465?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106687740689612465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106687740689612465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106687740689612465' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106630607457662692</id><published>2003-10-16T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T05:07:54.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Time to Rant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yet again, the frickin' Education Department has failed me...by changing course curriculum of certain coures requiring to make up hours in independent studies, determined by who knows!  Enough about that rant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you always do something when you know it has never worked out the way you want it to before?  I am talking about DYING MY HAIR....it never works unless I go to a salon.  Never the less, I tried it at home two nights ago....and it was pretty bad, so I figured I would just add some more blonde...oh wait it turns orange...and now I look like a frickin' pumpkin.  Thanks to my ever so sweet boyfriend, for telling me that it is not bad, but pretty.  I HATE IT....so now starts the venture on how to fix it.  Anyone know any good hair types?  Should I just dye it brown and leave it alone?  HELP!.....Oh and if you see me today, don't ask me to take off my hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106630607457662692?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106630607457662692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106630607457662692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106630607457662692' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106616357869433823</id><published>2003-10-14T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T13:32:58.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want to take credit for something that I did not do.  However, I was wise enough to post this humor.  This wise tale came into my hands through a very smart freshman---YALE SCHRERO....so, kudos to you Yale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things going on....I HATE WOMEN DOCTOR APPOINTMENTS....oh and I went to the dentist for my so-thought infection in my mouth (wisdom tooth stuff) and he told me there was nothing wrong.  But the coolest thing was my X-Ray had my nose ring in it....totally cool!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO CUBS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106616357869433823?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106616357869433823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106616357869433823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106616357869433823' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106604874818171786</id><published>2003-10-13T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T05:39:07.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Repbulicans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking down the street one day, George "Dubya"&lt;br /&gt;Bush is shot by a disgruntled NRA member. His soul&lt;br /&gt;arrives in heaven and he is met by St. Peter at the&lt;br /&gt;Pearly Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to Heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle&lt;br /&gt;in, it seems there is a problem: We seldom see a&lt;br /&gt;Republican around these parts, so we're not sure what&lt;br /&gt;to do with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem, just let me in; I'm a believer." says&lt;br /&gt;Dubya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to just let you in, but I have orders from&lt;br /&gt;the Man Himself: He says you have to spend one day&lt;br /&gt;in Hell and one day in Heaven. Then you must choose&lt;br /&gt;where you'll live for eternity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, I've already made up my mind; I want to be in&lt;br /&gt;Heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, but we have our rules." And with that, St.&lt;br /&gt;Peter escorts him to an elevator and he goes down,&lt;br /&gt;down, down, all the way to Hell. The doors open and&lt;br /&gt;he finds himself in the middle of a lush golf course;&lt;br /&gt;the sun is shining in a cloudless sky, the&lt;br /&gt;temperature a perfect 72 degrees. In the distance is&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful clubhouse. Standing in front of it his dad...&lt;br /&gt;and thousands of other Republicans who had helped&lt;br /&gt;him out over the years. Karl Rove, Dick Cheney,&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Falwell .... The whole of the "Right" was there ...&lt;br /&gt;everyone laughing ... happy ... casually but&lt;br /&gt;expensively dressed. They run to greet him, hug him,&lt;br /&gt;and reminisce about the good times they had getting&lt;br /&gt;rich at the expense of the "suckers and peasants."&lt;br /&gt;They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on&lt;br /&gt;lobster and caviar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil himself comes up to Bush with a frosty&lt;br /&gt;drink, "Have a Margarita and relax, Dubya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, I can't drink no more, I took a pledge," says&lt;br /&gt;Junior, dejectedly. "This is Hell, son: you can drink&lt;br /&gt;and eat all you want and not worry, and it just gets&lt;br /&gt;better from there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubya takes the drink and finds himself liking the&lt;br /&gt;Devil, who he thinks is a really very friendly guy&lt;br /&gt;who tells funny jokes and pulls hilarious nasty&lt;br /&gt;pranks. Kind of like a Yale Skull and Bones brother&lt;br /&gt;with real horns. They are having such a great time&lt;br /&gt;that, before he realizes it, it's time to go. Everyone&lt;br /&gt;gives him a big hug and waves as Bush steps on&lt;br /&gt;the elevator and heads upward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the elevator door reopens, he is in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;again and St. Peter is waiting for him. "Now it's&lt;br /&gt;time to visit Heaven," the old man says, opening&lt;br /&gt;the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for 24 hours Bush is made to hang out with a&lt;br /&gt;bunch of honest, good-natured people who enjoy&lt;br /&gt;each other's company, talk about things other than&lt;br /&gt;money, and treat each other decently. Not a nasty&lt;br /&gt;prank or frat boy joke among them; no fancy country&lt;br /&gt;clubs and, while the food tastes great, it's not caviar&lt;br /&gt;or lobster. And these people are all poor, he doesn't&lt;br /&gt;see anybody he knows, and he isn't even treated&lt;br /&gt;like someone special! Worst of all, to Dubya, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;turns out to be some kind of Jewish hippie with his&lt;br /&gt;endless 'peace' and 'do unto others' jive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa," he says uncomfortably to himself, "Pat&lt;br /&gt;Robertson never prepared me for this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day done, St. Peter returns and says, "Well,&lt;br /&gt;then, you've spent a day in Hell and a day in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Now choose where you want to live for eternity." With&lt;br /&gt;the 'Jeopardy' theme playing softly in the background,&lt;br /&gt;Dubya reflects for a minute, then answers: "Well, I&lt;br /&gt;would never have thought I'd say this -- I mean,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven has been delightful and all -- but I really think&lt;br /&gt;I belong in Hell with my friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saint Peter escorts him to the elevator and he&lt;br /&gt;goes down, down, down, all the way to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doors of the elevator open and he is in the&lt;br /&gt;middle of a barren scorched earth covered with&lt;br /&gt;garbage and toxic industrial waste.. kind of like&lt;br /&gt;Houston. He is horrified to see all of his friends,&lt;br /&gt;dressed in rags and chained together, picking up&lt;br /&gt;the trash and putting it in black bags. They are&lt;br /&gt;groaning and moaning in pain, faces and hands&lt;br /&gt;black with grime. The Devil comes over to Dubya&lt;br /&gt;and puts an arm around his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand," stammers a shocked Dubya,&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course&lt;br /&gt;and a clubhouse and we ate lobster and caviar...&lt;br /&gt;drank booze.    We screwed around and had a great&lt;br /&gt;time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage&lt;br /&gt;and everybody looks miserable!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil looks at him, smiles slyly, and purrs,&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday we were campaigning; today you&lt;br /&gt;voted for us."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106604874818171786?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106604874818171786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106604874818171786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106604874818171786' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106572987538520822</id><published>2003-10-09T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T13:04:35.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah for more quizzes....and I promise, this is my last post today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SpazMatazz/1042696403_esh2ogddss.jpg" border="0" alt="Water Goddess"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Water Goddess. You like peace and serenity and are&lt;br&gt;usually content with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SpazMatazz/quizzes/What%20element%20would%20you%20rein%20over%3F%20(For%20Girls)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What element would you rein over? (For Girls)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106572987538520822?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106572987538520822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106572987538520822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106572987538520822' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106572905082581769</id><published>2003-10-09T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T12:50:50.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, now that I have bitched....thanks to a certain head of the CPA, the problem has been realized.  Which is true, with any new system there are bound to be unforseeable flaws.  So..things appearantly will be different next semester, but memo's and announcements will be made in classes for this semester.  So..maybe the communication will begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106572905082581769?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106572905082581769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106572905082581769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106572905082581769' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106572863447180238</id><published>2003-10-09T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T12:43:54.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talk about lividness---this is in no offense to anyone particular person, just the system.  I need to BITCH about our school of theatre's subscription process for tickets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off all, I have been defending this to the death, saying that its our duty to go see all shows and pay to go see them, this option allows us to pay in advance for all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOWEVER.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The system has failed me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to buy my ticket for a certain show tonight, and it was sold out...that is fablous.  I love to hear shows getting sold out.....HOWEVER....i asked about our Rush process...since I didn't want to assume that it is the same as last year, and I am told that I will have to put my name on a waiting list and&lt;strong&gt; PAY ANOTHER FRICKING $4. &lt;/strong&gt; EVEN THOUGHT I ALREADY BOUGHT MY SUBSCRIPTION....UPPING MY TOTAL TO $22.  What is the point of getting the subscription then, if I could have spent less but just buying my tickets individually?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say it...but there is a major lack of communcation going on throughout our entire University!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGGGGGG.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106572863447180238?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106572863447180238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106572863447180238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106572863447180238' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106571424214682312</id><published>2003-10-09T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T08:44:01.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to Dori's Blog, I had the ability to take the ultimate Personality test....I don't know if it's true...but I guess it's a great quality for an aspiring teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1047168577_zprotector.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8435cd8)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Protector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/The%20ULTIMATE%20personality%20test/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The ULTIMATE personality test&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106571424214682312?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106571424214682312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106571424214682312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106571424214682312' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106564479422055397</id><published>2003-10-08T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T13:26:34.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Althought its been a while, I am still overly frustrated by Costuming.  Why is it that every semester and in every class we procrastinate and we say, after staying up all night before a project is due or a midterm exam, that we will never do this again, yet it fails becuase WE ALWAYS DO IT AGAIN?  Do we never learn from our mistakes?  I know that I always talk about never procrastinating again, but then I do!  You know...college theatre would be so much easier if it weren't for all of these classes and life to get in the way....jk.  I love school and we all know it.  However, the education department is making it so hard for me to love this university...but save that for another session!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106564479422055397?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106564479422055397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106564479422055397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106564479422055397' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106488076235255101</id><published>2003-09-29T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T17:12:42.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks so much to my newest (though I won't admit in public) friend Dori!  She has helped my computer-ILITERATE ASS to add comments to my blog.  Thus starts the ability to rant and rave about my newest moody complaint.  COSTUMING IS HARD....all of these fricking tracings that no other classes had to do.  And none of the books copied correctly, they were all too dark or too light.   AHHHHHH..anyway..I really do like the class, its fun, I am just uber-frustrated right now....TIME FOR STEAK...mmmmmm steak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106488076235255101?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106488076235255101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106488076235255101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106488076235255101' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106487524254182442</id><published>2003-09-29T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T15:40:42.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay ya'll.  Comment, comment, comment.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Dori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106487524254182442?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106487524254182442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106487524254182442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106487524254182442' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106479967892622599</id><published>2003-09-28T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T18:41:18.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So now I added comments...please comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106479967892622599?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106479967892622599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106479967892622599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106479967892622599' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106479797199466597</id><published>2003-09-28T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T18:12:52.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOW PERFECT IS THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/fireyprincess4u/1059431264_elladisney.jpg" border="0" alt="Cinderella"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Cinderella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/fireyprincess4u/quizzes/What%20Disney%20Princess%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Disney Princess are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106479797199466597?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106479797199466597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106479797199466597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106479797199466597' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106478925714701253</id><published>2003-09-28T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T15:47:36.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh the joy of having days off.  Have you ever pondered that thought, that when you are super busy all you want is one day off, but once you have that day off, its boring and you don't do anything that you needed to do?  I vow that tomorrow on my day off, I will get things done (i.e the tracings I HAVE NOT STARTED YET) and other stuff.  Oh, and if you haven't seen it already...please come see AMADEUS running this week Tuesday (Sept. 30) --Saturday (Oct. 4).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106478925714701253?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106478925714701253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106478925714701253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106478925714701253' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867978.post-106468452240419562</id><published>2003-09-27T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T10:42:02.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As my first post, I thought I would start off with a quiz.  While I don't agree with the results, if you read the description, I guess it fits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059390205_erRangeres.jpg" border="0" alt="CWINDOWSDesktopPowerRangeres.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Power Rangers Movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What%20movie%20Do%20you%20Belong%20in%3F(many%20different%20outcomes!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867978-106468452240419562?l=livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106468452240419562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867978/posts/default/106468452240419562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingthelifeofabohemianprincess.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106468452240419562' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00014149156037042891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
