<?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-5872558</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:21:17.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah's Playground</title><subtitle type='html'>i (heart) videoblogs and comments!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</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>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-113029742707599431</id><published>2005-10-25T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:56:51.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! A New Vlog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ia300118.us.archive.org/1/items/SarahBoyleChicagochicagomov/chicago.mov"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/56183883_dd1c7c235e.jpg"border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia300118.us.archive.org/1/items/SarahBoyleChicagochicagomov/chicago.mov"target="_blank"&gt;Click here to view the video.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot this when I went to Chicago with my family this summer. It was the first time I'd ever been there and I fell in love with the city. I hope to go back there someday soon. The girl on the train is my cousin Sarita. The music is a cover of "Over the Rainbow" by Me First and the Gimme Gimmes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-113029742707599431?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/113029742707599431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=113029742707599431' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/113029742707599431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/113029742707599431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally-new-vlog.html' title='Finally! A New Vlog!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-111428022193990350</id><published>2005-04-23T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:01:08.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fender Bender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ia109309.us.archive.org/1/items/SarahBoylefenderbender/1fenderbender.mov"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia109309.us.archive.org/1/items/SarahBoylefenderbender/1fenderbender.mov"target="_blank"&gt;Click here to view the video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first little car accident and the first time i ever edited something in iMovie (i usually use Final Cut Pro).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-111428022193990350?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/111428022193990350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=111428022193990350' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111428022193990350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111428022193990350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/04/fender-bender.html' title='Fender Bender'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-111233057885817800</id><published>2005-03-31T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:42:58.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De Corazón</title><content type='html'>I'm going to do this thing where i do a bunch of different vlogs each showing a different person in my life. Today, it's Mr. Dehart (AKA De Corazón, Shaggy D, and some other nicknames i can't remember right now.) &lt;br /&gt;Dehart is an English teacher from my school. He's teaching a 2 week "english minicourse" which is this thing where in 2 weeks out of the year, all the english and english elective teachers teach a 2 week minicourse on pretty much whatever they find interesting and the students get to choose which teacher they want to have during those two weeks. Mr Dehart is teaching "The History of Breakdance". Mr. D also makes an appearance in my first vlog "mexico".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia108024.us.archive.org/1/items/SarahBoyleDeCoraznontheHistoryofBreakdance/dehart.mov"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia108024.us.archive.org/1/items/SarahBoyleDeCoraznontheHistoryofBreakdance/dehart.mov"target="_blank"&gt;Click here to view the video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-111233057885817800?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/111233057885817800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=111233057885817800' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111233057885817800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111233057885817800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/03/de-corazn_111233057885817800.html' title='De Corazón'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-111223440868855360</id><published>2005-03-30T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T18:00:08.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowed In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/SarahBoyle4snowedinTexans/snowedin.mov"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/SarahBoyle4snowedinTexans/snowedin.mov"target="_blank"&gt;Click here to view the video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is some footage from when my family and i went to Ohio, where my grandparents live, for  christmas. it was the most snow my sister and i... and maybe my dad had ever seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-111223440868855360?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/111223440868855360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=111223440868855360' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111223440868855360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111223440868855360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/03/snowed-in_30.html' title='Snowed In'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-111215938293136202</id><published>2005-03-29T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:09:42.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowed In</title><content type='html'>well, i got nothing... actually i have something but it's not showing up on ourmedia and i need to sleep. maybe i'll just post two videos tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-111215938293136202?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/111215938293136202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=111215938293136202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111215938293136202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111215938293136202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/03/snowed-in.html' title='Snowed In'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-111207257825276386</id><published>2005-03-28T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:05:20.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ia108040.us.archive.org/0/items/SarahBoyleFastMess/fastmess2.mov"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia108040.us.archive.org/0/items/SarahBoyleFastMess/fastmess2.mov"target="_blank"&gt;Click here to view the video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is about 45 minutes of video sped up to about a minute and a half, i had another tape too but i was having trouble capturing it. i'm going to attempt this videoblogging week 05 thing, we'll see how i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-111207257825276386?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/111207257825276386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=111207257825276386' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111207257825276386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111207257825276386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/03/messy-room.html' title='Messy Room'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-111198049677376280</id><published>2005-03-27T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T19:37:29.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rules of Raza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ia108028.us.archive.org/2/items/SarahBoyleTheRulesofRaza/rulesofraza.mov"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia108028.us.archive.org/2/items/SarahBoyleTheRulesofRaza/rulesofraza.mov"target="_blank"&gt;Click here to view the video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my friends Pablo (also my SAY Si instructor) and Victor to a Ford Dealership in Floresville, TX to shoot some commercial dealing with American Idol and Ford Focus... i never did figure out exactly what it was for but it was fun just to hang out with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-111198049677376280?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/111198049677376280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=111198049677376280' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111198049677376280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111198049677376280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/03/rules-of-raza.html' title='The Rules of Raza'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-111137279057450676</id><published>2005-03-20T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T18:45:36.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes Wide Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://movies10.archive.org/0/movies/eyeswideopenmov/eyeswideopen.mov"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/6968244_3e8bc81a09.jpg"border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies10.archive.org/0/movies/eyeswideopenmov/eyeswideopen.mov"target="_blank"&gt;Click here to view the video.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an exhibit that has been traveling the country put on by the American Friends Service Committee. Sorry the picture's so weird, i was having trouble with Flickr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-111137279057450676?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/111137279057450676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=111137279057450676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111137279057450676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111137279057450676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/03/eyes-wide-open.html' title='Eyes Wide Open'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-111116364778817493</id><published>2005-03-18T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T08:39:25.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister's Vlog</title><content type='html'>my little sister, &lt;a href="http://www.emilysvlog.blogspot.com"target="_blank"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; just set up her first videoblog actually it's the first video she's ever made. I taught her to edit it on final cut pro. She caught on so quickly that later, when my mom decided she wanted to learn too, Emily stepped in and helped teach her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emilysvlog.blogspot.com"target="_blank"&gt;click here to see her blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies12.archive.org/0/movies/stuffedmov/stuffed.mov"target="_blank"&gt;or click here to go straight to the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-111116364778817493?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/111116364778817493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=111116364778817493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111116364778817493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111116364778817493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/03/sisters-vlog.html' title='Sister&apos;s Vlog'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-111074962737764728</id><published>2005-03-13T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T13:33:47.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-scratches head-</title><content type='html'>what's up with my blog? the side bar's down at the bottom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-111074962737764728?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/111074962737764728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=111074962737764728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111074962737764728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111074962737764728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/03/scratches-head.html' title='-scratches head-'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-111072880220203062</id><published>2005-03-13T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:52:09.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ia108607.us.archive.org/1/items/laundromatmov/laundromat.mov"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/6439062_98997cb4f4_m.jpg"border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia108607.us.archive.org/1/items/laundromatmov/laundromat.mov"target="_blank"&gt;Click here to view the video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! second video! our washing machine broke down so we had to go to the laundromat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-111072880220203062?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/111072880220203062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=111072880220203062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111072880220203062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111072880220203062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/03/friday-night-laundry.html' title='Friday Night Laundry'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-111060222744821214</id><published>2005-03-11T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T20:37:07.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>it appears i have accidentaly deleted my only video on here. i was trying to move my video from verdi's site to the internet archive.. but it just disapeared alltogether. -sigh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-111060222744821214?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/111060222744821214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=111060222744821214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111060222744821214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111060222744821214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/03/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-111017436201246236</id><published>2005-03-06T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:46:02.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is Stupid!</title><content type='html'>it takes up too much time! i never get to do what i want to do. i'm so bad at concentrating it takes me all sunday just to thouroughly read the weekly chapters for AP U.S History. i'm supposed to be researching colleges and scholarships in my spare time. but i hardly ever have any spare time. today i couldnt find my history book so i printed out these course note things but i only read the first page. i felt too lazy to do anything. i just kept getting distracted by watching vlogs and watching TV with my family. so that means i'll be failing another quiz tomorrow. i was supposed to clean my room but that didn't happen either. i dunno, writting this is just making me feel worse so i'm just gonna go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-111017436201246236?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/111017436201246236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=111017436201246236' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111017436201246236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/111017436201246236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/03/school-is-stupid.html' title='School is Stupid!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-110903382235027924</id><published>2005-02-21T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T16:57:02.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid ccpublisher!</title><content type='html'>well, i've got a video ready to post... its been ready for like a week... but ccpublisher is giving me shit. so... i dont have a post for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-110903382235027924?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/110903382235027924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=110903382235027924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110903382235027924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110903382235027924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/02/stupid-ccpublisher.html' title='stupid ccpublisher!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-110835816512330131</id><published>2005-02-13T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T21:16:05.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH!</title><content type='html'>well, i was hoping to put a video up onto the internet archive so it could start processing tonight but for some reason, FCP unexpectedly quit and i was set back about 20 minutes of work cause i hadnt been saving so i had to find the autosave vault which i stupidly forgot to reset when i started the video and when i realized i needed it, i couldnt find it anywhere! i finally found it, but its still gonna take a while to get it up onto internet archive and get a picture on there too. (i still dont have a flickr acount) so, i'll get that finished and up sometime this week hopefully..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-110835816512330131?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/110835816512330131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=110835816512330131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110835816512330131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110835816512330131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/02/gah.html' title='GAH!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-110818430465535296</id><published>2005-02-11T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T20:58:24.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn school!</title><content type='html'>i was hoping to make a new video and get it up by this weekend, but it doesnt seem possible. i dont even have any tape! i'm going to try very hard to get some tape and firewire cable maybe tomorrow. that way i can start making a "video self portrait". something my art teacher recomended i do instead of the normal painting and drawing assignment he's having us do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-110818430465535296?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/110818430465535296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=110818430465535296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110818430465535296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110818430465535296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/02/damn-school.html' title='damn school!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-110774938161719645</id><published>2005-02-06T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T06:29:56.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>w00t!!! i think its really a video blog now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://movies14.archive.org/3/movies/mexicovidmov/mexicovid.mov"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/6285835_24a38e997d.jpg"border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies14.archive.org/3/movies/mexicovidmov/mexicovid.mov"target="_blank"&gt;Click here to view the video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was deleted accidentally because I messed up while trying to move it to the internet archive. It should work now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-110774938161719645?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/110774938161719645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=110774938161719645' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110774938161719645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110774938161719645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/02/w00t-i-think-its-really-video-blog-now.html' title='w00t!!! i think its really a video blog now!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-110767134704227678</id><published>2005-02-05T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T22:29:07.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really wanna go to new orleans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-110767134704227678?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/110767134704227678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=110767134704227678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110767134704227678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110767134704227678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-really-wanna-go-to-new-orleans.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-110758345206644951</id><published>2005-02-04T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T22:04:12.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thats not right... oh well, bedtime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-110758345206644951?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/110758345206644951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=110758345206644951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110758345206644951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110758345206644951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/02/thats-not-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-110758336027740930</id><published>2005-02-04T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T08:34:21.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it a video blog yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-110758336027740930?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/110758336027740930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=110758336027740930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110758336027740930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110758336027740930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/02/is-it-video-blog-yet.html' title='is it a video blog yet?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-110688557441748115</id><published>2005-01-27T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T20:12:54.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i can't figure it out. it shows up when i go to my blog with safari, but not with firefox. i guess i'm done for the night. maybe fred can help me on saturday. he knows about all this web stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-110688557441748115?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/110688557441748115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=110688557441748115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110688557441748115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110688557441748115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-i-cant-figure-it-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-110688483009311557</id><published>2005-01-27T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T20:13:24.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn!</title><content type='html'>my creative commons license link disapeared. grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-110688483009311557?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-110688469207012164</id><published>2005-01-27T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T20:13:49.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i dont think that helped any, 'cept i finally got aroung to downloading firefox. it'll take some getting used to, its a little different from safari. but its faster and as long as i have tab browsing and simple pop up blocking i'll be happy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-110688469207012164?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/110688469207012164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i've got my creative commons license, and an internet archive account. but i dont know what to do now. i dont get this FTP stuff... i wonder if this would be easier if i had firefox. perhaps i'll download it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-110688381129917270?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/110688381129917270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=110688381129917270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110688381129917270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110688381129917270'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-110618926759411678</id><published>2005-01-19T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T18:47:47.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-sigh-</title><content type='html'>nose itches, stomach cramps, back aches, head hurts, and i gotta write an essay for english. pooh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-110618926759411678?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/110618926759411678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=110618926759411678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110618926759411678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110618926759411678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/01/sigh.html' title='-sigh-'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-110580986010203790</id><published>2005-01-15T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T09:24:20.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday fred!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-110580982532241387</id><published>2005-01-15T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T09:23:45.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waving from such great heights</title><content type='html'>thursday was sara and mark's birthday, along with EVERYONE else. plus i got the restrictions that say i can't drive at a certain time at night and that i can only take one other teenager in the car, got lifted! so yesterday sara carly and i went out and i drove! the plan was to go to the Koffee Kup by my house and then go to the bijou and see phantom of the opera. at the koffee kup, we ordered two veggie wraps and a sandwich. it must have taken AT LEAST half an hour for them to make our order! so by the time we finally finished eating our long awaited food and got to the bijou, it was 8:32 or so, and we wanted to see an 8:15 showing. we decided it was ok since the bijou tends show about 15 minutes of trailers anyway. so we get up to the ticket lady, and she asks us how old we all are. i knew she was asking because you have to be a certain age to go to the bijou without an adult acompanying you, no matter what the movie rating is, but i couldnt remember if the age was 17 or 18. sara answered first, "17" (we're all 16) and when she answered, for some reason that didnt seem wrong to me until she came to me, and i was like.. 17? we're 17? no we're not. oh! i get it we're lying...(i can be a bit slow) so i said uh.. 17 and nodded my head. then she looked at carly and carly just said "um... yeah.." and then the lady says "sorry you have to be 18 or older to see a movie without an adult" so we moved to the side and just stood there for a really long time trying to figure out what to do. then finally we decided to go to hollywood video. although nobody was too excited about it. then, on the way, we decided to try to convince our parents to let us go to Sam's Burger Joint for the Ska Explosion. so we parked at hollywood, and i called my parents and suddenly carly realized that her mom was inside hollywood! so she asked her if she could go and how to get there and then as soon as her mom pulled out of the parking lot, my parents and my sister pull in! it was very weird. so finally, we got permission from everyone and went on our way to sam's. it was sara and my first show ever. ('cept sara saw JET once and i went to Sam's once for my highschool's battle of the bands, but we decided those dont really count.) it was lots of fun. we saw part of two bands playing and we had to leave at 10:30 to get home by 11. but it was still fun. on the way home, Such Great Heights played on KSYM and we all sang.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-110580982532241387?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/110580982532241387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=110580982532241387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110580982532241387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110580982532241387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2005/01/waving-from-such-great-heights.html' title='waving from such great heights'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-110230727423118685</id><published>2004-12-05T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T20:27:54.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there she goes...</title><content type='html'>he wants to see her up close&lt;br /&gt;and hold her tight, &lt;br /&gt;at the bluebird night club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she lives out on the coast&lt;br /&gt;driven mad by the smog&lt;br /&gt;and the world that she loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there she goes, &lt;br /&gt;running out with a fresh gardenia in her hair&lt;br /&gt;runnin fast, to no one, no where.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-110230727423118685?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/110230727423118685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=110230727423118685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110230727423118685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/110230727423118685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/12/there-she-goes.html' title='there she goes...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-109832776187213913</id><published>2004-10-20T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T20:02:41.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am in desperate need of a firewire cable!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-109832776187213913?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/109832776187213913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=109832776187213913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/109832776187213913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/109832776187213913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-am-in-desperate-need-of-firewire.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-109736535214164093</id><published>2004-10-09T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T16:42:32.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont you hate it when you're cleaning or working on something and getting a lot done and the minute you sit down your mom finally notices you and tells you that you need to start cleaning!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-109736535214164093?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/109736535214164093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=109736535214164093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/109736535214164093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/109736535214164093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/10/dont-you-hate-it-when-youre-cleaning.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-109729674659534820</id><published>2004-10-08T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T16:37:24.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided that one of my goals in life is to move into an all black or all hispanic neighborhood. i want to teach people not to fear the unknown. we have got to  get out of this mindset. segregation has been unlawfull for decades, but we still segregate ourselves. why? what have i got to fear from a black person? why should i be more afraid of a mexican i see on the street than a white person? why do all the black kids sit together in the cafeteria? society has got to get out of this mind set that people who look different are more intimidating, more powerfull, or not as worthy or important as they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, in art class, we got a new student who came from Jefferson. the teacher asked him if he liked it here and his reply was "no, lee sucks" and when asked why he said "there's too many damn white people here!" and several other students agreed with his statement. aside from feeling a tad awkward considering i was the only white person in class, i was deeply saddened, not because my race was attacked or offended, but because people could be so closed minded as to think that a school "sucks" because there are too many of a certain race there. i guess its pretty easy to judge things you dont understand or aren't fully informed of. but i want people to be aware. i want him to know that he, as an american, will encounter so many "white people" in his life and he cant just not do things or not enjoy them becuase of other races. where would i be if i were racist against hispanics? i would never be able to fully enjoy the art scene, i wouldnt be at saysi, i wouldnt have sara, mark, gabi, pablo... and i dont see hispanics as any different from whites, yes they may have some different lifestyles, or upbringings but we share passions that bring us together. and it's the mind sets like that boy's exactly that keep this country segrigated! its like an endless cycle, a white is racist against mexicans and a mexican sees this and becomes racist against whites! how does that even make sense? i've always been one to whenever my opinion is questioned by someone, put myself in their shoes and see where they're coming from. if everyone would just step back and do that every once in a while i truely believe racism would decrease.  i felt like going over to him and shaking his hand and saying "hi my name is Sarah and I am White. have you ever really had a descent conversation with a white person? you know most hispanics have white blood in them? it's called meztizo. how would you feel if i stood up and said 'i hate San Antonio, there's too many damn mexicans!' you know why people think and say things like that? its because they are ignorant. race can shape a person but it doesnt make a person." i really wish i could be more outgoing, then maybe i would have told him all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to end my little speech i leave with a saying from a button my grandpa gave me. &lt;br /&gt;"we all came over on different ships but we're all in the same boat now!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-108770090840579973</id><published>2004-06-19T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T20:10:31.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok last one for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firsts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;First job::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm babysitting &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;First screen name::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i cant remember, it was something like enh782 or something weird, my dad made it up &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;First funeral::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;um i think it was my great uncle robert &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;First pet::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;scruffy, my dog &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;First piercing/tattoo::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;my ears, but they've closed up &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;First credit card::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;none &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;First Kiss::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mark &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;First one that mattered::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mark &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;First love::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mark &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;First enemy::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm.. ah. clarissa  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;First big trip::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;eh ohio &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;First concert::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;the san antonio symphony &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;First musician you remember hearing in your house::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;peter paul and mary &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lasts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last car ride::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;from sara's house to my house &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last kiss::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mark &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last library book checked out::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;umm... sadly.. i cant remember &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last movie watched::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;the end of pretty in pink &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last beverage drank::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;a glass of ice water &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last food consumed::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;dark chocolate with almonds &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last phone call::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;heh, sara's mom just called, said she missed me, asked what i was doing... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last CD played::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i have itunes dont play cds &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last annoyance::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mom &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last soda drank::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;um cant remember &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last ice cream eaten::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i had a strawberry shake yesterday &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last shirt worn::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;my sophomore zacatecas trip t-shirt &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last website visited::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;sara's blog &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Single or Taken::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;taken &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sex::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;female &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Birthday::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;may 8 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sign::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;taurus &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Siblings::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;emily &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hair color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;brown &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Eye color::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;brown/hazel &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Shoe size::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;8 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Height::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5' 2 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now, what are you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wearing::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;my new horrorpops t shirt, capris with the striped colored belt &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Drinking::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nothing &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thinking about::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;food &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Listening to::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;timothy by jet &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Watching::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nothing &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Feeling::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hungry &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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and people have never 4gotten it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;not that i can think of &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have you evergot made at something and hit it and it broke?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no i dont think so &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have you ever lost any money?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have you ever got in trouble with the cops?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have you ever pissed in your pants?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have you ever been in love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have you ever wanted to be loved?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have you ever cried yourself to sleep over someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have you ever wished you were someone else?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have you ever been jealous over someone becuz they are with some1 you like?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no, but i have been jealous of someone when they had a relationship that i wished i had &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have you ever wished you can die?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have you ever tried to kill yourself?how?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have you ever loved somebody so bad..you can't sleep at night?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this or that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;cried yourself to sleep or stayed up all night thinking?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes, both especially the second, do it all the time &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;tried to count to count the stars or how many hairs you have on your head?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes both &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;punk music or emo music?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;punk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;taking back sunday or Coheed and Cambria or neither?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uh i dunno either of them &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;black nail polish or pink nail polish?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;um neither &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;mexican food or asain food?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ooh depends on my mood &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hott Topic or Forever 21?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;neither &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lip stick or Lip gloss?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;lip gloss every once in a while &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;night or day?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;both &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;light colors dark colors?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;depends on my mood &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;singing or dancing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i dunno, i dont dance too much but it is kinda fun, so's singing, but not like performing just singing to my itunes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;dogs or cats?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;both &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;T.V or online?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;online &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Rap or Punk?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;punk &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=5154" title="what you think? done this? like this or that?"&gt;what you think? done this? like this or that?&lt;/a&gt; brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Free Online Surveys - BZOINK!"&gt;BZOINK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-108769698573090578?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/108769698573090578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=108769698573090578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108769698573090578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108769698573090578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/06/they-just-keep-coming-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-108769662381413577</id><published>2004-06-19T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T18:57:03.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many surveys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;sarah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Age:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;16 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Gender:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;female &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;San Antonio &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;May 8 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Occupation:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;student &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Maritial status:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;boyfriend &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5' 2 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Eye colour:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hazel/brown &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hair colour:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;brown &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;none &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;none &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This or That?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;AIM or MSN:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;AIM &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;DVD or VHS:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;DVD &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Coke or Pepsi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;neither really &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Love or Lust:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;love &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Indoors or Outdoors:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;outdoors except when there are mosquitos &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Self employed or Employee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;student &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Smoker or Non smoker:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;non &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Christina Aguilera or Britney Spears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;neither &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Vanilla or Chocolate:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;vanilla &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Canada or USA:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm i'd like to live in canada... maybe... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;School or Jail:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ooh, i'd have to go with school &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Black and white or Colour:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;colour &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pro-choice or Pro-life:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;choice &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Morning or Night:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;night &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Shower or Bath:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;shower &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Halloween or Valentines:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;umm halloween &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randomness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What's your biggest phobia:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;death &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;If you were in a band, what would you call it:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;umm.. i dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you like to wear matching socks:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;How many pillows do you sleep with:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;one usually &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ever been arrested:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is the dumbest song ever:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ooh thats a toughy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Are you allergic to anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;um maybe penacillin  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you know HTML:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;do i know it? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you own a website:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yeah, but i dont update it &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;If not, would you ever concider making one:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What's your favourite TV show:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;um i guess that 70s show.. ooh! or Queer Eye! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you like going to the Drive-In:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-sigh- i've never been, i wanted to go today but instead i'm doing tons of surveys &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ever been through a Drive-Thru backwords:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uh no, but i walked through a drive thru once &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What colour is your toothbrush:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;purple &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Association&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Magazine:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;macworld &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Socks:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;shoes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;God:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;love &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Music:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;good &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Medal:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;win &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Explorer:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;dora... heh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Slipped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;fell &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Party:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;fun &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Kitchen:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;food &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Parent:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mom &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;been suspended:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;been on TV:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yeah i think so &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;been in love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;traveled to more then 3 countrys:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;:-( no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;been stalked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no, not that i know of &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;won a radio contest:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;under-gone a major operation:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you ever want to get married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i dont know yet &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;How many children would you like:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i dont know yet &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Where would you want your dream wedding to be held:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm prolly a pretty garden or something &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is your dream job:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;viideo editor &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What are some countries you would like to visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ooh! mexico, canada, italy, france, ireland, spain, austrailia, japan... so many more! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Where will you be at the age of 50:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm i dont know, i'll find out when i get there &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;the phrase you use most:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i'd have to say it's "i love you"  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;the first thing you thought of when you got up this morning:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;damn this air matress is so uncomfortable &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;the last image or thought you go to sleep with at night:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;usually whatever i was doing that day &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;the best name for a butler:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uh... i dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;your greatest fear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;death &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;your greatest accomplishment so far:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm maybe U &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;your most missed memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm i guess it's when we still had verdi at saysi &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;your childhood posession:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i have several &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;your favourite magazine:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm i dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;the temperature right now:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i dunno, who cares? its comfortable, but thats because i have central air and a ceiling fan &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Type of music:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;oh so many, ska, 60's rock, psychobilly, rockabilly, 60's folk, some classic rock... so much more &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Colour:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;all of 'em &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Actor/ Actress:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spice Girl:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;heh, um i once dressed as scary but my favorite has to be sporty &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Backstreet Boy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uh... i dont know any backstreet boys. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;TV show:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;queer eye or that 70's show &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;CD:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;lots revolver-beatles, white album-beatles, clandestino-manu chao, graceland-paul simon, 20 years of tmbg, why they rock so hard-RBF, Still Standing, chutes too narrow-shins.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Food/ Beverage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;indian food &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Subject in school:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm this year it was english and film critique  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Holiday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naughty, naughty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you drink:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you do drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;If yes, do you deal drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you steal:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you lie:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;sometimes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you been arrested:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever harmed anyone else:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;im sure &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever OD'd on any substance:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;on &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever bought/ sold illegal things to minors:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What grade are you in:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i'll be a junior &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What\'s your favourite subject:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;you just asked me that &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What\'s your least favourite subject:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ew! chemestry! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What\'s your locker combination:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i cant remember &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you share a locker with anyone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i did this past year with some kid named forest. but he never used it &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Are you failing any classes:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no, no one's on &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you get sent to the office often:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What\'s your Grade Point Average (GPA):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i dunno i havnt gotten my report card &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=2400" title="Randomoscity"&gt;Randomoscity&lt;/a&gt; brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Free Online Surveys - BZOINK!"&gt;BZOINK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-108769662381413577?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/108769662381413577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=108769662381413577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108769662381413577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108769662381413577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/06/so-many-surveys-basicsnamesarah-age16.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-108769472148872811</id><published>2004-06-19T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T18:25:21.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another survey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What comes to mind when you hear..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..snow?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ohio &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..rain?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;forest &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..tornado?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;oklahoma &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..summer love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;grease &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..Jon?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hinojosa &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..Mike?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;shrader.. i dont think i spelled that right &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..Shea?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;huh? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..banana?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;pet &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..dizzy?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;whoa! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..Laura?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dehart &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..Juan?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;carlos &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..car?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;bug &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..white?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;black &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..peppermint?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;chewy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..New Found Glory?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;pop &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..placebo?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;umm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..orange juice?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;glass &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..candid camera?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;white &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..sister?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;emily &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..brother?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;sister &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..hate?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;love &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..school?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;summer assignment &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..President?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;bush &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..football?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;helmet &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..rap?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;crap &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..pop?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hilary &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..rock?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;beatles &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..punk?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;show &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;drugs and rock &amp; roll &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..death?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;grave &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..baby?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;bottle &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..duuude?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;stupid &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;..the end?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;over 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Yay.&lt;/a&gt; brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Free Online Surveys - BZOINK!"&gt;BZOINK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-108769472148872811?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/108769472148872811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=108769472148872811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108769472148872811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108769472148872811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/06/another-survey-what-comes-to-mind-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-108769403434185873</id><published>2004-06-19T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T18:13:54.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About You:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What is your full name?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sarah Robin &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;When is your Birthday?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;May 8 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Where were you born?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;San Antonio &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hair Colour::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;brown  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Eyecolour::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;brown/hazel &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Height::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5' 2" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Weight::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;um.. i believe it's around 120 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;siblings and names::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;younger sister emily  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;glasses/contacts::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;glasses or contacts, usually glasses &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;peircings/tattoos::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have you ever had braces?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourites:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Colour::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i dont have a favourite &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Holiday::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;um... i dunno i like a lot of 'em &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;band::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;same as above &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;song::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ooh even harder &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;tv show::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm.. dont watch much tv but that 70's show can be funny &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;movie::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;impossible! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;video game::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;huh? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;stuffed animal::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;tiny my bear &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;person::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;lots &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;food::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ooh indian food &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;animal::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;umm.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;scent::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;cereal::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;honey bunches of oats &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;cartoon::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Homestar Runner &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;website::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Homestar Runner &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do You:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have a job?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;play an instrument?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;used to play clarinet &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;like to sing?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;sometimes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have a cell phone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have a crush on someone?who?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes, mark ;-)   im your secret admirerer!! :-p &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;exercise daily?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-sigh- no.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have more than 5 tvs in your house?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ha! no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;like school?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have You Ever:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;snuck out of the house?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;cried to get out of trouble?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;gotten lost in your town?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes many times &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;been anywhere outside of canada?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uh.. yeah.. never been to canada &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;stolen anything?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;had a serious surgery?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;cried over a boy/girl?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;um.. yeah. even though i vowed never to.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;done drugs?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;drank?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;just a few sips &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;got into a fist fight?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;been in love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;ran over an animal and killed it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;broken a bone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;gotten stitches?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;bitten someone?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uh yeah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whens The Last Time You:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;saw a movie in theaters?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;spring summer fall winter and spring with sara &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;had a party?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;my birthday party &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;got sick?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;um, i dont remember &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;cursed::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm i dunno, i had to watch my mouth cause i was around sara's lil' sister this weekend, i guess saying stupid in front of her counts. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;was annoyed? by who?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;oh probably my mom &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;cried?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;um cant remember &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;drank alcohol?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;that first friday a long time ago when we went to that lady's house and she was selling shoes she had painted and she gave us wine and fruit.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This or That:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;fruit/vegetables::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mmm both! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;black/white::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;um both &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;guys/girls::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;both &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;pillows/blankets::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;both &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;boxers/breifs::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;breifs... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;night/day::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;both &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;sunrise/sunset::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;both :-P &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;summer/winter::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;winter &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;meat/vegetarian::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;vegetarian!!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;pants/shorts::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;pants &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;headache/stomach ache::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;headache &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;cake/pie::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mmmm pie... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;chocolate/vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mmm vanilla &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;how many friends do you have?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;how many? i dunno..  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;who are your closest friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mark, sara, christine, brian &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have you ever liked oneof your friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;have you ever lost a friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;umm yes, i've yet to find my friend briane i knew her 5th grade year. we went to girl scout camp together that summer, and after that, she moved and i never saw her again :'( &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;whats the nicest thing you have ever  done for a friend?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm i dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;whats the nicest thing a friend has ever done for you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm lotsa things &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;what friend have you known the longest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;sara &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;how often are you with your friends?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;oh everyday.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love and such:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Have you ever been in love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;with who?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mark &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;are you single/seeing anyone/in a long term relationship?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mark, its been over 8 months :-) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;whats your idea of the perfect date?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm i dunno, one with the person i love &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;whats the best thing about the opposite sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;the best thing? i dunno, it depends who you're talking about, they're all different &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;whats the best experience you have had with the opposite sex?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm i dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;do you think love is a load of crap?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;whats your definition of love?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;love is a very general word, i dont have enough room... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;love::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mark, sara, movies &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;want::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;a car &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;need::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;more time &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;am::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;a unique girl &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;feel::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;kinda overwhelmed and stressed &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;hate::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hate &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;miss::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;verdi &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;would rather::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;be watching a good movie &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;am tired of::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;being under 18 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;am annoyed by::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;oh, you know... ned :-P &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;will always::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;be out of the ordinary &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you Ever:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;sky dive/bungee jump?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm maybe &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;not take a shower for a week?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;sure why not &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;ask someone out?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yeah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;lie to someone to make them think better of you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i try hard not to &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;visit a foreign country for more than a month?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;definately! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;go scuba diving?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;maybe, but i hear you get really bad ear infections... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;write a book?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;become a rockstar?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nah prolly not &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Questions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;did you enjoy this survey?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;it was alright &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;say something nice about the person who sent it to you::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;what time is it now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;8:10 pm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;are you bored?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;oh maybe a little &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;any last words::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=5097" title="really long survey..."&gt;really long survey...&lt;/a&gt; brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com" title="Free Online Surveys - BZOINK!"&gt;BZOINK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-108769403434185873?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/108769403434185873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=108769403434185873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108769403434185873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108769403434185873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/06/about-youwhat-is-your-full-namesarah.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-108748602513121645</id><published>2004-06-17T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T08:27:05.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 1 -- The Basics [x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What's your name? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;sarah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Birthplace :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;San Antonio, TX &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Age :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;16 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Age you act :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;eh depends who i'm with and where i am &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Current location :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;my room, in San Antonio, TX &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Eye color :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;brown &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hair color :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;brown &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Right, lefty or ambidextrous? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;right &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Zodiac sign? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;taurus &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Height? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5' 2" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 2 -- Describe... [x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Your heritage/nationality :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3/4's irish, 1/4th english &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Your hair :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;curly, frizzy bleh &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Your fears :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;death &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Your perfect room :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm.. one with a computer and a bed &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What you practically do in a day :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;this summer, wake up, do some of my summer assignment, saysi: film, edit, goof off, eat, come home and talk on the phone and get on the computer &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 3 -- What is/are... [x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words you overuse :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;w00t! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Phrases you overuse :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;umm im sure there are some but i cant think of any &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Your first thought when you wake up :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;aarrgghhh!!! i hate you school!!! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Your greatest accomplishment :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Something you want to do :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;edit stuff &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 4 -- This or that [x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pepsi or Coke :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;eh pepsi i guess, i try not to drink either &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;McDonald's or Burger Kings :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;neither &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;neither &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Chocolate or vanilla :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;depends on my mood &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Adidas or Nike :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;neither &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Black or white :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;both &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bills or Coins ((Think $$$)) :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uh.. bills? unless im in mexico! i love paying with peso coins! :-D &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Burgers or hot dogs :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;vegi burgers &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Egypt or France :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ooh... hmm... so difficult! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Rock or rap :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uh.. rock &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 5 -- Do you...[x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Smoke :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cuss :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes when it's appropriate &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sing well :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sing in the shower :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;once in a while &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Talk to yourself --a lot-- :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes! a lot! ;-) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Believe in yourself :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes most of the time &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Like taking these longass surveys? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;sometimes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Play an instrument :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;used to play the clarinet &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Want to go to college? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;yes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Want to get married? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm... not sure &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Want to have children? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;maybe, after i travel the world and have a steady income &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Think you're a health freak? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Get along with your parents :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mostly &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Get along with your siblings? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mostly &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Think you're popular :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uh... depends what you mean by popular, i have a lot of friends... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 6 -- In the past month have you..[x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Gone out of state :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;-sigh- no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Drank alchohal :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Smoke :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Get high :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Done any drugs :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i took some advil. does that count? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Eaten an entire box of oreos :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Been on stage :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Gone skinny dipping :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Been dumped :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dyed your hair :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i died marks. not mine &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Stolen anything :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 7 -- Your friends! =D [x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Craziest :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uh.. they're all pretty crazy &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Loudest :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;brian &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Most shy :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Blondest :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;huh? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Smartest :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm.. they're all smart in their own way! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Kindest :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;molly &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Best personality :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;impossible to choose &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Most talented :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;also impossible. sara, mark, brian, all very talented &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Best singer :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i dunno prolly sara &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Most ghetto :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;eh? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Drama Queen ((or King XP)) :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;brian! drama queen! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pain in the ass :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The one you just want to strangle to death ((Homer Simpson style)):::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Funniest :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Best person for advice :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;sara or sometimes harris.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dependable :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;sara, mark &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Trustworthy :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mark, sara &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Druggie :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uh.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Most likely to end up in jail :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uh.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Person you've known the longest :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;sara &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 8 -- The Last... [x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last dream :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm it involved mark and i escaping from something on a mountain and hiding in some house, running across some middle aged couple making out and sara had a giant bed! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last nightmare :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm.. cant remember &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Car ride :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uh yesterday &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last time you cried :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last movie seen :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;spring, summer, fall, winter and spring &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last movie rented :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;LOTR &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last book read :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Color of Water &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last word said :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ok &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last curse word said :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;damn probably &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last time you laugh :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;heh, i laugh all the time, i dont document my laughs! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last phone call :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;last night, mark &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last CD played :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i dunno, i listen to my itunes, right now, listening to me first and the gimme gimmes &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last song you listened to :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;all my lovin cover by me first &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last annoyance :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;emily got some stupid stain on my new saysi shirt she wasnt even supposed to be wearing! argh! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last IM :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;harris last night &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last weird encounter :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm thats a pretty constant thing as well &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last person you hugged :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;mark... or maybe my mom. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last person you yelled at :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;emily &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last time you wore a skirt :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uh..... wow. its been a while &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last time you've been evil :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sarcastic? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last time you fought with your parents :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i argue and protest a lot, never really fought &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Last time you wished upon a star :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm.. dont remember &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Played Truth or Dare :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;cant remember that either &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spent quality time alone :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;all the time &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[x] Part 9 -- I swear this is the last one! -- Randomness [x]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Are you talking to someone on AIM :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no, no one's on &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you feel lonely :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ever TP'd someone's house :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nope &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;How about egging someone's house :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you not like dislike not like me? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;huh!? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ain't Eminem and 50 Cent just fine? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;wha!? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yo Momma :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;uh... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Ever been so hungry you felt like you could eat the person next to you? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;no im a vegetarian &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;What do you think of George Bush? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;he's an idiot! Say no more in 2004! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Any secret fetishes? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;hmm.. nah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Do you like to wear chains? O_o :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;chains? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;How many languages do you speak? :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;english, a tiny bit of russian and some spanish &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Damn.. are your fingers tired? Cause mine sure are! :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;nah &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Glad this is over? ((Say yes and I'll stalk you =P)) :::&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;i dunno &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys.php?id=229" title="Bored? ((Over 100 questions))"&gt;Bored? 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Sara, Monica and I went to see Mystic River at the dollar movies after SaySi today. it was lots of fun, and sara dropped her phone and then a quarter and then another quarter and then her sunglasses and then monica pulled out her handy flashlight and we all couldnt keep from laughing. so here we are, 3 teenage girls, laughing hysterricaly while watching one of the saddest movies ever made. its like a greek tragety! everyone gets screwed over and you sympathise with everyone. so after wards we walked to wendy's and laughed some more cause of some little kids and this little girl kept throwing salt over her shoulder and then when she came out of the restroom she announced to us that she "went ka-ka". ahh.. kids are great. then we went to walmart and sara bought some oatmeal pies, pineapple soda, swedish fish, and some gum or something. and monica and i just kind of followed her around laughing about everything we could. i love being a teenager. i hope i never really turn into an adult. i've decided that even when im an old lady with a wrinkly face and hands that shake, i will be a kid at heart, i will look at things with a kids point of veiw and remember that no matter how old i am, i can still have fun. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-108269556088062420?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/108269556088062420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=108269556088062420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108269556088062420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108269556088062420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-was-good-day-and-this-week-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-108207973730312555</id><published>2004-04-15T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T18:46:15.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a good day. well, most days are good days. but today was very good. we didnt do much in school today, we had a discussion on gay marriage in history, and played cards in drivers ed (as always), and i had a nice conversation with molly, jackie, paige, adam, and christine and jenn and rachel at lunch. and then in film critique we finished watching The Birds and in Geometry we worked in groups on a TAKS packet. not that i enjoy working on TAKS packets, but it wasnt as tiring as trying to stay alert while Mr Williams explains the homework, because if you dont, he'll see you, and call on you the moment you lose focus so you look like a fool cause you dont know what a triangle is. and then i took the bus to saysi and for some reason, there were a bunch of flower petals on the street when i was waiting for the bus downtown, and they were dancing and playing in the nice breeze, and then i got to saysi, mark wasnt there :( cause he was in corpus at some distant relative's funeral, but sara was finally there, it seemed like i hadnt seen her in a really long time cause she hadnt been there all week. so i talked to monica and sara the whole time, and listened to john and brian and fred talk about punk shows and mosh pits, really, it was just john talk about mosh pits to brian and fred, but anywho, after the boys went off and did they're own thing, monica, sara and i, talked and giggled for about 30 minutes until sara had to leave and then monica and i fixed up the right side of the dry erase board and then she walked me to my car as a replacement boyfriend. ah, this has been a good week, except for monday when my PE coach made me cry and didnt care and i had to go home sick, and i didnt get to go to saysi. but other than that, it was a good week. and tomorrow is the talent show, im looking forward to that! =D last year it was so much fun, and this year i'm taking mark. and on saturday, monica, sara and i are going to earth day at woodlawn lake, that should be fun, ms zepeda will probably be there. =)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-108207973730312555?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/108207973730312555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=108207973730312555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108207973730312555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108207973730312555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-108199985756332652</id><published>2004-04-14T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T20:34:54.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, after school, for some reason, i couldnt help but fall in love with people, just people, all types of people.i was walking through the school campus noticing all the different people, like Jake, the punkish type freshman guy who hits me up for money at first fridays, and he held out his hand for me to hit it in a greeting, then i passed a group of freshman laughing standing right in the middle of the hallway, blocking my path, and it usually pisses me off but today, i just couldn't help but smile. and i passed the girls that all straighten their hair and wear shirts and skirts 3 sizes too small and flirt with all the football players, and i heard Miles, a senior who's well known, and into all that model united nations stuff make a funny impression of somebody, and i passed some "jocks" and "preps" and a group of uncategorized freshmen talking and moving their hands around a lot, and i passed some "thugs" and "rappers" and some "gamers" and a group of musical theater kids and one of them said hi to me cause she was in my class, and i passed the cinema kids and the visual arts kids and the dance majors, and i was in love with all of them. every single one of them! they're all so different, and so beautiful just because they exist! i dont know why i'm so overly happy recently, but i guess its not something that really needs to be questioned. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-108199985756332652?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/108199985756332652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=108199985756332652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108199985756332652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108199985756332652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/04/yesterday-after-school-for-some-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-108027274158741643</id><published>2004-03-25T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T19:49:10.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a good day, better than yesterday. yesterday, i spilt milk on my pants, i left my purse at school and some guy yelled at me cause i was crossing the street too slowly and then it started raining, and i had to pay for the bus cause i had my bus card in my purse and i left my purse at school. but today was good. i kicked ass in dodge ball! i cant throw, but i can dodge and catch, i was the last one on still in on my team, except some girl that didnt do anything but squeal, and there were 3 people on the other team, and i caught all the balls they threw at me. everyone yelled and cheered when i caught the last one, and everyone came up to me to give me a high five and the coaches that think im just another girl that doesnt participate in sports because lazy or something saw me and cheered for me. it made me happy. :-) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-108027274158741643?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/108027274158741643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=108027274158741643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108027274158741643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108027274158741643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/03/today-was-good-day-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-108001721080865746</id><published>2004-03-22T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T20:57:19.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant seem to get over the fact that verdi is gone from saysi. i usually imagine things that happen routinely happening just before they happen, for example, when im waiting for the bus and i see it coming, i imagine seeing the driver, showing him my bus pass, he'll probably nod, and then i'll find a seat. dont ask me why i imagine those things, the image just pops up in my brain, anyway, when i got off the bus today and walked over to the door to the media arts studio, i imagined me getting my usual greeting hug and kiss from mark and seeing verdi sitting at his desk making his little "why must you kiss him in front of me, they dont pay me to see you guys do that" face. and suddenly, as i reached for the door, i paused, because i had just remembered that he wasnt going to be in there, and he would never be in there again. at that point, i felt like turning around and running somewhere, i dont know where i wanted to go, i just didnt want to go to saysi, but mark was in there, and so were all my friends, and i can't forget that the reason i joined saysi was for the love of art, and i dont want to deprive myself of that. so i walked in and was welcomed by my different but still warm and loving saysi media arts studio. im usually pretty adaptable to change, but this change is a little harder to overcome than most. Thank God for people like Sara and Mark and Brian and John and Harris and the SSG's, and Gabi, they always seem to be able to cheer me up. :-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i have been getting into some new music, (new to me that is) like the Shins, They Might be Giants, Me First and The Gimme Gimmes, JET, and a bunch of other stuff. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-108001721080865746?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/108001721080865746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=108001721080865746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/108001721080865746'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-107738296482802042?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/107738296482802042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=107738296482802042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/107738296482802042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/107738296482802042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/02/lets-just-all-hope-that-maybe-in-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-107733953576039775</id><published>2004-02-20T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:26:12.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i could go to saysi tomorrow and open the door to see verdi look up at me from his powerbook and yell my name. i cant beleive how much i take things for granted. they could just disapear at any moment. when you least expect it. i was having trouble figuring out this flash tutorial and i was planning on asking him for help on saturday. but he wont be there. people are trying to get him back and im trying to help out too, i wrote a letter to the board and all, but im afraid we might be getting false hopes by doing all this. i just want things to be the way they used to be. im ok with change but not when its this sudden. i was planning on telling verdi goodbye at the Hello/Goodbye ceremony when i graduate from high school. not in the middle of my sophomore year. i mean, not that this is good bye or anything. at least i hope it isnt. im just used to knowing a change is coming. like finishing middle school, i knew i would have to leave my friends when 8th grade was over, or marcella, John and Harris graduating, or Jen leaving for pennslyvania. i was prepared to tell them goodbye when they left. but this.. this is so sudden, its just... oh i dont know.. this morning, when my dad drove me to school, i was thinking too much about all this crap. i was trying so hard to hold back the tears. i didnt want to cry infront of my dad and my sister and her friend. but then "Dust in the Wind" came on the radio and i just closed my eyes and tears streamed down my face. i dont know if my dad saw or not. but it was not a very good way to start off the day. and the rest of the day wasnt much better. and im sure everyone else had a pretty bad day as well. ok then, time to go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-107733953576039775?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/107733953576039775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/107733953576039775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-wish-i-could-go-to-saysi-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</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-5872558.post-107724836857127830</id><published>2004-02-19T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T19:42:09.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know if ive had a worse day in my life. my biggest role model and motivator has been fired from saysi. how could this happen? brian says "they" told him "it was in the best interest of the program for him to leave" god knows who "they" is or how the hell it could be "in the best freaking interest of the program" to fire our biggest role model. i cant believe this is happening. i feel like i'm gonna wake up tomorrow, go to saysi on saturday, and hear verdi yell "SARAH!" i really dont want to go to school tomorrow. i have a chem quiz... i cant even remember what its over. but i know i dont know the material. i was planning on studdying tonight. what could he have done? i dont understand. why would someone take him away from us? how could they? they must not understand. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-107724836857127830?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/107724836857127830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=107724836857127830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/107724836857127830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/107724836857127830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-dont-know-if-ive-had-worse-day-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-107404171763124698</id><published>2004-01-13T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T16:57:07.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!... Happy birthday to two of my most favorite  people in the world! Mark and Sara! I hope you both have a super dee duper birthday! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-107404171763124698?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/107404171763124698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=107404171763124698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/107404171763124698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/107404171763124698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/01/happy-birthday-to-you-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-107395569987503668</id><published>2004-01-12T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T17:02:01.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS HERE!!!! my emac is here! yay! im so happy! i cant wait to take it home and set it up! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-107395569987503668?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/107395569987503668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=107395569987503668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/107395569987503668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/107395569987503668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/01/its-here-my-emac-is-here-yay-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-107386545191964701</id><published>2004-01-11T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T15:57:52.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. Its been a while. -gets out vacuum while spiders and dust bunnies scurry away- I ordered an eMac last Wednesday, and I'm hoping and praying that it comes tomorrow. But its not likely. Eh, oh well, it'll be here soon enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-107386545191964701?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/107386545191964701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=107386545191964701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/107386545191964701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/107386545191964701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2004/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-106921066875647860</id><published>2003-11-18T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T18:57:54.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, opening ceremonies for MUNSA (Model United Nations of San Antonio) was yesterday. we listened to some people talk including some senator who gave some long winded, off topic speach that went on forever. and then we ate dinner which was ok but it took me forever to get my food and once i got it, they dimmed the lights to start the stupid dance so i couldnt see the food i was eating. i hate it when i cant see what im eating. and the dance was ok cause it was good music. i didnt dance at all. i just sat watching everyone dance. it was pretty boring. the music was pretty good though. today we started with all the debates and stuff. i was unprepared and didnt really talk at all. and if i dont talk tomorrow ill probably fail. so i guess i have to talk. and now i feel like im gonna get sick cause i feel really shakey and cold. -sigh- i cant wait till thanksgiving break. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106921066875647860?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106921066875647860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=106921066875647860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of heaven scares me because its eternal life in this perfect world with no sadness or negative emotions, but if there were no negative emotions, how would we know we were happy. and in heaven, do we have memories? and what if nothing happens when we die. what if our thoughts and emotions are just chemical reactions in the brain and when we die, so do our emotions. it sounds logical. but i cant comprehend nothingness.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106858060977184923?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106858060977184923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=106858060977184923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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about them a month later. xp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106840284146508121?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106840284146508121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=106840284146508121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106840284146508121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106840284146508121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2003/11/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-106799949872015738</id><published>2003-11-04T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T18:31:41.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-sigh- i love it when im happy and not worried about anything. its nice to just sit here and enjoy life instead of stressing out over meaningless crap like school. heh. ive got a test tomorrow in history.. and a sociology assignment due, and i have to finish up my geometry homework if my teacher is there tomorrow. but, its too late tonight ill just do it all tomorrow morning and at lunch. because thats how i function. i cant remember the last time i did my homework at home. not including my position papers which were mostly done at school and just stressed about at home. i really cant do stuff untill the last minute. i got 94's on both those position papers by the way. so anyways, ive decided not to stress out about stuff cause in the end, it always seems to work out. well im gonna try. n.n &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106799949872015738?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106799949872015738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=106799949872015738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106799949872015738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106799949872015738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2003/11/sigh-i-love-it-when-im-happy-and-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-106770298522137599</id><published>2003-11-01T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T08:09:47.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for some reason, for the past couple of weeks, ive had the strange desire to go to Wilmington, Ohio. its the little town where my mom grew up and where my grandparents live. i guess im tired of the same old San Antonio everyday, and wilmington is like the only other place i know. i wanna go somewhere. everyday i take the city bus and i catch it right in front of the greyhound bus station. and i think how simple it would be to hop on one of those buses and just go somewhere. maybe a big city like NYC or Boston. ooh i wanna go to boston. that would be so cool. the only places ive ever been to outside of Texas are Ohio and Missouri and then theres the states we drive through to get to those places. but we never did anything there except sleep and eat at their mcdonalds. oh actually i have been to west virginia. or maybe it was just virginia. but i was really little. it was on my mom's friend's farm. i remember seeing them milk a goat, and swimming in their hot tub and looking for tadpoles in the muddy pond...   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106770298522137599?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-106756848384499633</id><published>2003-10-30T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T18:48:05.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aw. i miss my friend gabi so much. shes all the way in england. so far away. -tear- i cant wait till she comes back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106756848384499633?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106756848384499633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=106756848384499633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106743285190519395?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106743285190519395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=106743285190519395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106743285190519395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106743285190519395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2003/10/sigh-im-such-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-106731207873933476</id><published>2003-10-27T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T19:34:39.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i just got back from the screening of U. -sigh- it was good. i guess. last year i got this tingly feeling at the end of El Hilo Magico. this year... nothing. the movie is kinda just there i guess. i dunno maybe its just cause ive worked on it so much.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106731207873933476?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106731207873933476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>ok. im really nervous. "U" is premering tomorrow and its not finished. and all i can do is sit at home and hope everything goes well for verdi. its really nervracking. i wont be able to see the final cut untill the actuall premiere. very scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106722114970803894?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106722114970803894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=106722114970803894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106722114970803894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106722114970803894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2003/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-106712808000648264</id><published>2003-10-25T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T17:28:00.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god. today was about one of the most stressfull days of my life. i pretty much had to finish the movie by 5:30. and there was so much to do and people were doing stuff like going to friggin' coastal when they were supposed to be working. its really hard not to get stressed out when things are beyond your control. i didnt finish. verdi will finish tomorrow. i wish i could be there but i have to write a paper on India's position on the code of ethics for tourism and another paper on India's position on the protection of indigenous cultures vs. globalization. -sigh- but im going to zach's 18th birthday party tonight. that should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106712808000648264?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106712808000648264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=106712808000648264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106712808000648264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106712808000648264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2003/10/god.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-106652820622536691</id><published>2003-10-18T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T18:50:05.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"dreams are nothing more than wishes and a wish is just a dream, you wish to come true" -Harry Nilsson  "The Puppy Song"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106652820622536691?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-106590900803172433</id><published>2003-10-11T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T14:50:08.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sitting at verdi's computer and so i decided to update my blog. we're recording voiceovers for the movie.  fun fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106590900803172433?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106590900803172433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=106590900803172433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106590900803172433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106590900803172433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2003/10/im-sitting-at-verdis-computer-and-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-106582742306784596</id><published>2003-10-10T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T16:10:23.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i haven't posted in a while and sara is complaining so here's my post. you know what i realized yesterday? why i hate chemestry so much. its because i will never use it in real life at all. the only people who should take chemistry are people who want to be a scientist or a science teacher. its just a bunch of stupid formulas and numbers. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106582742306784596?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106582742306784596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=106582742306784596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106582742306784596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106582742306784596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2003/10/ok-i-havent-posted-in-while-and-sara.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-106497298116393701</id><published>2003-09-30T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T15:51:47.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-sigh- i really need a new computer preferably an emac. my old windows 98 gateway pc hooked up to a moniter thats about 8 years old, is just about dead. its not really mine its "the family's" which consists of my 12 year old sister, and my mom and dad. i am the one who uses the computer the most but alot of times my mom kicks me off to enter grades into gradespeed or my sister will kick me off to do some homework or my dad will want to check his email. my parents might get me an emac for christmas. cross your fingers! hee hee. &lt;br /&gt;movie of the day-Not Without My Daughter&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day-Paint it Black by The Rolling Stones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106497298116393701?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106497298116393701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=106497298116393701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106497298116393701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106497298116393701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2003/09/sigh-i-really-need-new-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-106488755988451180</id><published>2003-09-29T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T19:06:12.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow I have a lot of grammatical mistakes in that entry. I really hate it when I have grammatical and spelling mistakes it makes me seem so...ignorant. -sigh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106488755988451180?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106488755988451180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=106488755988451180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106488755988451180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106488755988451180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2003/09/wow-i-have-lot-of-grammatical-mistakes.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-106488723707236427</id><published>2003-09-29T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T19:00:37.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i have been putting off creating a blog because i really dont like to write things and have others be able to read my thoughts. but lately i have been thinking that at times it would be really nice to have a place to put my thoughts. and sometimes i just feel like telling the whole world what is going on in my life. not that the whole world will read my blog. it would be a miracle if anyone besides my friends reads this blog. but if your like me i like to read about other people's experiences about life and their thoughts on stuff. because i find the human mind an extremely interesting thing. so i guess i will start off by saying a little about myself. i am a sophomore in high school. i really dont like school too much. and its not just because i dont like to do school work, or anything its just that i feel like it takes so much of my time away from the thing i really love which is film making. and i dont really think that being able to tell what a consecutive, interior angle is, is really going to asist me at all with what i want to do with my life. but this society is so set on their ways that they cant comprehend the fact that standardized tests and traditional education does not work for everyone. and i will probably never think about dropping out or even not going to college because all my life i have been brought up to beleive that you must get a college education to be anything in life. and sadly i feel that that statement is true...well i was actually trying to say something about my self. not go on some rant about education and society. oh well i guess i will call it a night.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106488723707236427?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106488723707236427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=106488723707236427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106488723707236427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106488723707236427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2003/09/well-i-have-been-putting-off-creating.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-106479450812040909</id><published>2003-09-28T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T17:15:08.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106479450812040909?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106479450812040909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106478577393187413?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106478577393187413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5872558&amp;postID=106478577393187413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106478577393187413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5872558/posts/default/106478577393187413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/2003/09/test_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14724643320067986706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5872558.post-106478519846235906</id><published>2003-09-28T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T14:39:58.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-sniff sniff- mmm.. new blog smell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5872558-106478519846235906?l=sarahboyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahboyle.blogspot.com/feeds/106478519846235906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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