<?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-3025709175639503065</id><updated>2011-10-07T13:10:53.567-07:00</updated><category term='shopping'/><category term='world beef'/><category term='new'/><category term='Life'/><category term='boring...'/><category term='I Hate School'/><category term='wtf?'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Street Lights On: Face down and wrong side up</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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blog</title><content type='html'>http://landfodet.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-4041033987761983650?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/4041033987761983650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=4041033987761983650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/4041033987761983650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/4041033987761983650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-blog.html' title='New blog'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-5553050997811206070</id><published>2010-04-01T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T01:11:23.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back in action</title><content type='html'>Okay i had to deal with some shit&lt;br /&gt;but i'm back now&lt;br /&gt;so prepare your selves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-5553050997811206070?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-8225726713195682963</id><published>2010-01-01T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:37:12.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>was sort of on hiadus but I need this more then ever</title><content type='html'>so, since September eh?&lt;br /&gt;well,  here's the run down; girl meets boy (doesn't really like him) boy likes girl. Girl hangs out with boy (still doesn't really like him) boy really likes girl. Girl grows to like boy (sort of) Boy likes girl more then she thought. They make out. Girl is cool with boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here I am.... "girl"....Slowly coming into a relationship of sorts and not really sure about what is going to become of it. I would like to say that I dont mind getting into a relationship I think after a year of some sort of single hood and I think I could be ready for this. but there are so many outside complications....that I'm not sure that I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that this is going to be a good year, I've survived another decade which is always a good thing. And just like the last year that (i was finished with since like june) began in a horrible way, this year will be a good year. perhaps later I will do a year run down or something...but none the less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year lovely's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-8225726713195682963?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/8225726713195682963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=8225726713195682963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/8225726713195682963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/8225726713195682963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2010/01/was-sort-of-on-hiadus-but-i-need-this.html' title='was sort of on hiadus but I need this more then ever'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-4048963911388328582</id><published>2009-09-28T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:04:51.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Up in smoke or a lack there of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SsEVlQpqpaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FCYQw8SsB-0/s1600-h/DSCF0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SsESX2UMpGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/eUEhlDk_gZQ/s1600-h/smoking_cessation_no-smoking.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386606830238344290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SsESX2UMpGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/eUEhlDk_gZQ/s320/smoking_cessation_no-smoking.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I quite smoking like 7 days ago, and I'm still getting cravings every now and then....and now.... I didn't think i'd be able to do it at all. I figured I would smell smoke the frist day and just end up smoking agian without even trying. But I made a great effort and at day 7 there really isn't much reason to go back. I enjoyed the extra $10.25 in my pocket this week! I'm kinda hoping that I could last until I dont think about it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386610370582575458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SsEVl7ICeWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GJPNXtvCsZ4/s320/DSCF0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was doing some weird shit today it was rainning and the sun was out and all sort of odd things. like this morning wasnt even that cold and then it got really cold. so odd..so very very odd. meh, global warming..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm.. more later....I'm still in class...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-4048963911388328582?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/4048963911388328582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=4048963911388328582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/4048963911388328582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/4048963911388328582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/09/up-in-smoke-or-lack-there-of.html' title='Up in smoke or a lack there of...'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SsESX2UMpGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/eUEhlDk_gZQ/s72-c/smoking_cessation_no-smoking.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-8891793892586831777</id><published>2009-09-17T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:40:17.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>We're fated to pretend</title><content type='html'>"I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy talked to me at school the other day and I said hey and gave him my number, which is a decision I instantly regreted. But I guess it's my fault. Now, york is big enough that if I didn't answer his calls anymore I doubt I would ever see him again and I would have to put very little to no effort in making that happen what so ever, but I'm thinking of just being honest. I hear all this talk about honesty being the key...key to what? I always seem to miss out on that part. I can tell you it's not the key to my pants. And I highly doubt if this guy had the key to my heart he could pull his pants up from around his knees long enough to figure out how to use it. I made another error in tell him I was going to be on campus on saturday, and he wants to meet up and grab something to eat. I've gathered the impression that he lives on campus which could bode really well for me as it probably means he's not from around these parts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, in his defence, by giving him my number I did indicate interest... how ever fake it might have been. To be totally honest with you, I didn't even think he'd call. On a side note though...my question is this, is it bad to just pretend to be in to someone? When did pretending become a little less like house and more like life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have to hear This... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I don't usually get inbetween a person and their music; but I'm gonna give a 5 song run down every now and then and you really should listen...It will be a mix of songs I wont stay in just one genre but I do want to know what oyu think about them! Okay..so Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;You Really Wake Up the Love In Me&lt;/strong&gt; by: &lt;em&gt;The Duke Spirit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The album is called "Neptune", they have this phycodelic rock feel to them that I really miss about music. They are an English rock band, they remind me of sonic youth or the pixies with Janice Joplin as the singer. I demand you Hear this song! It is here by all kinds of awsome, but you can tell me if you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Medicine&lt;/strong&gt; by: &lt;em&gt;Starfucker&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    I don't actually know what album this is off of, if you know let me know. I actually think this is an older song, But no one know what the fuck i'm talking about when I talk about this song. It can best discribed as a little MGMT sounding with a dash of synth. I believe the word is awsome! ( I think I use that word to much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Heads Will Roll&lt;/strong&gt; by: &lt;em&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If you haven't already heard this song then you don't know anything. Do it now. I might just be kidding about that first part. Might be. Go listen to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;strong&gt;Broken (Fairylights Remix)&lt;/strong&gt; by:&lt;em&gt;Late of the Pier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sounds like a bit of Bloc Party and some sort of early electro dance thing...But it's good. Just listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;strong&gt;Five More Minutes&lt;/strong&gt; by:&lt;em&gt;Meaghan Smith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It's from the album "Take me Dancing", this song is way different from the other songs but if you are one of those people like to listen to music when you sleep then this is the right song. It's really relaxing and it's nice to just listen to. Makes you feel calm and relaxed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know what you think of these songs...maybe I will do this again lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-8891793892586831777?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/8891793892586831777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=8891793892586831777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/8891793892586831777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/8891793892586831777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-fated-to-pretend.html' title='We&apos;re fated to pretend'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-1819516820391538429</id><published>2009-09-16T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:06:36.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Speaking of awkward....</title><content type='html'>So for anyone who has missed the last few months of my life (which is most of you) here is the quick rund down...in point form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished things with matt for good this time! there is no going back now!&lt;br /&gt;met some new friends (guy friends)&lt;br /&gt;started this strange non-relationship with one of the new guy friends&lt;br /&gt;might actually like him...but for all the wrong reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as sad as it may seem that's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and this guy, we will call him Dean just because I always like dean from Gilmore Girls...and yes i did like that show! anyway, Dean and I seem to have a really sexual relationship thing going on and neither of us are commited to each other but it's like this side action, where we can still hit on other people but we only sleep with each other (or so we say) for now. And when we dont want to do that anymore we give the heads up and go our seperate ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'like' him because he reminds me of Josh (for anyone who actually follows crazy rambles) my ex boyfriend and he also reminds me of Matt a little, But the good parts about matt not that grose talk and eat with your mouth open thing he does *shudder*... which isn't really a good thing for all the reasons i'm sure you could think of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I already see the flaw in this whole plan, and slowly this whole shit is unfurling. I dont think he likes me like that completely, but he likes to stair at me alot and i dont know why....and I really like him, kind of like the way I really like The yeah yeah yeah's.....I could listen to him speak all day long cuz he's funny, but I feel a little cheated by my own hand in this. I feel like i'm wasting my time with him but at the same time, I finally have my own time again to waste.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm highly suspect that nothing will ever come of this....is it still okay to pretend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-1819516820391538429?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/1819516820391538429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=1819516820391538429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/1819516820391538429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/1819516820391538429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/09/speaking-of-awkward.html' title='Speaking of awkward....'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-949384309221078488</id><published>2009-09-15T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:18:49.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where I went...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/Sq_HU9ws-0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/zkP5PFm46m4/s1600-h/DSCF0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381739242721180482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/Sq_HU9ws-0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/zkP5PFm46m4/s320/DSCF0493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So where I have I been? I was having an awsome summer, And I know that I wanted you to be a part of it but here I am now, re grained my septermber footing and ready to take on something... anything...everything. This little baby is Sophia (pronounced:  Sofeyeahh) and she's an absolute sweetheart, she turned one this year, she's my cousin. I love her to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/Sq_HUgAdkLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rgnmYRaJGeY/s1600-h/DSCF0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381739234734215346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/Sq_HUgAdkLI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rgnmYRaJGeY/s320/DSCF0421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/Sq_HUN6hIaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/92S3huUp4ps/s1600-h/DSCF0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381739229877445026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/Sq_HUN6hIaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/92S3huUp4ps/s320/DSCF0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/Sq_HTUqPtLI/AAAAAAAAAQM/A-tKsXRG5Ls/s1600-h/DSCF0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381739214508373170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/Sq_HTUqPtLI/AAAAAAAAAQM/A-tKsXRG5Ls/s320/DSCF0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/Sq_HS9hpLYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/3Rlm2-Kt8Kw/s1600-h/DSCF0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381739208298278274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/Sq_HS9hpLYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/3Rlm2-Kt8Kw/s320/DSCF0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I spent most of the summer hanging out with  some new people still with my very best friend Thuy, but we added a bunch of guys to our mix so now we have someone what of an entourage. It's odd to actually have so many people to hang out with,  anyway, I'm out for now...there will be more later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-949384309221078488?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/949384309221078488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=949384309221078488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/949384309221078488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/949384309221078488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-i-went.html' title='where I went...'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/Sq_HU9ws-0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/zkP5PFm46m4/s72-c/DSCF0493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-643517271686243723</id><published>2009-06-11T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:19:37.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo dump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjFKd0ho0JI/AAAAAAAAAP8/y6OCVMmHS_U/s1600-h/DSCF0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346136108841881746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjFKd0ho0JI/AAAAAAAAAP8/y6OCVMmHS_U/s320/DSCF0331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjFKdulMFyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mWfCot-82-w/s1600-h/DSCF0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346136107246163746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjFKdulMFyI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mWfCot-82-w/s320/DSCF0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjFKdaMhn3I/AAAAAAAAAPs/GEWKciiPD8Q/s1600-h/DSCF0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346136101774008178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjFKdaMhn3I/AAAAAAAAAPs/GEWKciiPD8Q/s320/DSCF0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjFJApSAWMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/hjpQ1sXrfM4/s320/DSCF0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjFJAeTdiVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/z-8TeIuA4ec/s1600-h/DSCF0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346134505149008210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjFJAeTdiVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/z-8TeIuA4ec/s320/DSCF0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjFJADdsCiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EOU-GqT-bdM/s1600-h/DSCF0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346134497944144418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjFJADdsCiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EOU-GqT-bdM/s320/DSCF0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjFI_w51HXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/qOwVVeBkm-g/s1600-h/DSCF0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346134492961906034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjFI_w51HXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/qOwVVeBkm-g/s320/DSCF0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-643517271686243723?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/643517271686243723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=643517271686243723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/643517271686243723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/643517271686243723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/06/photo-dump.html' title='Photo dump'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjFKd0ho0JI/AAAAAAAAAP8/y6OCVMmHS_U/s72-c/DSCF0331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-8219523506258011710</id><published>2009-06-11T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:37:26.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjEv9Rq6mEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Ogd2OvJ-zcI/s1600-h/DSCF0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346106962427418690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjEv9Rq6mEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Ogd2OvJ-zcI/s320/DSCF0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's good to be getting out these days. I'm feeling so rested! It's awsome! I have so many things I want to do this summer. So far I've been to two Patio's since they've  open and I intend on being on more... I can't wait till fringe fest. If anyone is going and wants to see shows let me know! I will basically be living downtown toronto then, so you will have trouble finding me (Raymi I  can bring you your shoes and other things I found that you might want lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-8219523506258011710?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/8219523506258011710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=8219523506258011710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/8219523506258011710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/8219523506258011710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-summer.html' title='It&apos;s Summer...'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SjEv9Rq6mEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Ogd2OvJ-zcI/s72-c/DSCF0345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-1254283092751214283</id><published>2009-05-29T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:46:33.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see</title><content type='html'>I'm finally finished school, and now I can have my life back.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would never get out but I have and now here I am, ready for a big summer full of fun things. I haven't actuallydone anything that would constitue as "fun" but there are many a fun thing coming up. I have a party on staurday, it's my friends birthday, haven't seen her in so long...I still have her christmas gift?! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I guess I'm some what single this summer. I know i thought that me and Matt where talking but it's not going anywhere. I may just end up single for as long as I can keep my opinion.  I am going to curl my hair because I feel like it... I will be going on an adventure at some point today, so I will have pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-1254283092751214283?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/1254283092751214283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=1254283092751214283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/1254283092751214283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/1254283092751214283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-4115249221156207070</id><published>2009-05-07T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:14:54.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Hate School'/><title type='text'>papers and blue hair</title><content type='html'>writing papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair has blue highlights....well it's a little more then highlights. I will post some pictures. School has really been taking alot out of me these days that's why i've been gone so long. I'm also trying to clean out my closet...so, I'm think of having a clothing swap. there are some stuff that I have for Raymi, but if any one whats to have a clothing swap let me know and we can find a place and all that jazz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I will post later this evening, but for now back to the grind stone...Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-4115249221156207070?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/4115249221156207070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=4115249221156207070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/4115249221156207070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/4115249221156207070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/05/papers-and-blue-hair.html' title='papers and blue hair'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-6162415446276220227</id><published>2009-04-12T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:41:43.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Happy easter people</title><content type='html'>So It's easter time in the Jordan house. And your friend Odette is going to be taking many a family dinner photo's. I'm not all that excited about family dinners. Mostly because I'm not a big fan of my family...they are all up in my space. But who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that everyone is having a great easter! and there will be more posts to come. Probably after they leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the kids is crying...I dont even know which one it is &gt;__________&lt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be a long night. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-6162415446276220227?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/6162415446276220227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=6162415446276220227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/6162415446276220227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/6162415446276220227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-people.html' title='Happy easter people'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-133497079743080258</id><published>2009-04-02T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:47:36.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Some where inbetween the first time and the last time I loved you</title><content type='html'>So....Matt.&lt;br /&gt;we may be getting back together&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to tell you other then, I saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie to you and say I dont want him back but i tell you one thing, this time will be very different. I need a nap so I will write more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-133497079743080258?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/133497079743080258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=133497079743080258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/133497079743080258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/133497079743080258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-where-inbetween-first-time-and.html' title='Some where inbetween the first time and the last time I loved you'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-9125317067899827957</id><published>2009-03-26T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:15:46.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf?'/><title type='text'>I think even Maury isn't shocked, I know I'm not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/feb2009/3/7/Alfie_13_with_Maisie_PicThe_People_840564751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/feb2009/3/7/Alfie_13_with_Maisie_PicThe_People_840564751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A while back I mention the toddler (he's 13 for the record) and his chick who managed to do what all my sex-ed teachers warned me about. Chantelle Stedman (who was "apparently" a 15yr old virgin at the time) got knocked up with baby alfie's baby. well according to &lt;a href="http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/top-stories/2009/03/26/dna-tests-show-boy-dad-alfie-patten-is-not-the-daddy-115875-21227974/"&gt;the mirror &lt;/a&gt;in the UK said that our little Alfie is not actually the daddy. I guess that Chantelle wasn't a virgin after all. oh what a tangled web she weaved....anywho, they broke the piggy bank and came up with 300 pounds to get the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear sweet baby alfie said this to the newspapers (hopefully they didn't interrupt his nap time...) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before he took the test, he said: “I didn’t know about DNA tests before but mum explained it’s when they do a swab in your mouth and it tells if you’re the dad. So if I have it, they can all shut up.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;okay kid, If you dont know what a DNA test is you probably shouldn't be porking girls with your meat stick... I do like the fact that he loves the baby, there are alot of grown-up parents who hate their babies but nonetheless, perhaps this is a good lesson for the teens of UK land; Juno was just a movie, and that being a teen pregger isnt as glamours as perhaps we all pretend it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-9125317067899827957?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/9125317067899827957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=9125317067899827957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/9125317067899827957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/9125317067899827957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-even-maury-isnt-shocked-i-know.html' title='I think even Maury isn&apos;t shocked, I know I&apos;m not!'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-4700834264203010985</id><published>2009-03-24T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:54:23.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world beef'/><title type='text'>Don't hit kids! no seriously..they'll hit you back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OJQjoz2MeY/Scjpiz1IQWI/AAAAAAAAABs/7fklycOJAL8/s400/genthumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OJQjoz2MeY/Scjpiz1IQWI/AAAAAAAAABs/7fklycOJAL8/s400/genthumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When did kids stop being kids and become UFC fighters? This little peice of gold is from a video posted on myspace (the down fall of society I tell you) from a girl fight in Jacksonville, Florida. Apparently, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There was no school staff there during that long period of time and I guess the most disappointing part was all this mob that gathered around, laughing about these bad manners and poor judgement," school board member Stan Jordan told First Coast News' Erich Spivey.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;If I was a teacher I wouldn't get in the middle of that, get my ass kicked by some 12 year kid? that would not be good for my street cred. None the less, this is just one of many little shit head kids kick the fuck out of each other. why? I have no idea. when I was in school we had maybe 2 or 3 fights, but they were always warrented. If you did something that deserved an ass beating you got an ass beating; however, we took it down the street on the school yeard of it's self. Granted there was no camera phones when I was in school. I still had the Save By the Bell shoulder strap deals when I got my first phone. But I feel like this thing is getting a little out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are kids so mad? As a social worker I want to say it's the parents fault. I want to say that they weren't hugged enough or maby dad wasn't there, mom works to much...but really, Parenting is hard shit! I was a handful but I wasn't even that bad...especally in relation to todays little assholes. It would be hard to handle these kids, especally when we've stopped beating our kids...but I wouldn't hit them now, they'd hit you back! I'm pretty sure red pants there is just looking for attention...I don't think she gets enough hugs. But lets be honest, If I was her mom I wouldn't hug her...she might kick me in the stomich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-4700834264203010985?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/4700834264203010985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=4700834264203010985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/4700834264203010985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/4700834264203010985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-hit-kids-no-seriouslytheyll-hit.html' title='Don&apos;t hit kids! no seriously..they&apos;ll hit you back!'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OJQjoz2MeY/Scjpiz1IQWI/AAAAAAAAABs/7fklycOJAL8/s72-c/genthumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-7251398914622475446</id><published>2009-03-23T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:52:13.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world beef'/><title type='text'>Everyone has one why not you?</title><content type='html'>I'm talking about foreign babies. With the news that Madonna is getting her self a brand new black baby I've decdied that maybe we should all get one. Adopting kids from other countries is the new gucci bag, everyone wants one but only the really rich can have them. Don't get me wrong I'm all about adoption, anyone who wants to take care of kids that are in a bad situation is alright with me but these kids have been there all along, why now? why does only Bono care without having to drag the kids through the media and blood money that is hollywood? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ebenezerchristianschool.org/images/editor/WorldVisionChild.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could completely only be me, but I would want to give that kid an education. hugs and a snack pack or two, but what happens to the rest of the town? what happens to his brothers or sisters? cousins? MOTHER? when does the colonialism stop? Sorry I'm just really bitter this morning. There will be a much happier post later...promis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-7251398914622475446?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/7251398914622475446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=7251398914622475446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/7251398914622475446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/7251398914622475446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/03/everyone-has-one-why-not-you.html' title='Everyone has one why not you?'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-469329720659123400</id><published>2009-03-21T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:59:24.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring...'/><title type='text'>I need, I want..I will</title><content type='html'>I need to clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish my readings.&lt;br /&gt;I need to wash my hair&lt;br /&gt;I need to do my laundry&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy shampoo&lt;br /&gt;I need to sweap the floor&lt;br /&gt;I need to start my paper&lt;br /&gt;I need to clean my car&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat some ice cream&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch the city&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the mall&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy a new bag&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I want to paint&lt;br /&gt;I want to dye my hair&lt;br /&gt;I want to paint my nails&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to a party&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat fancy food&lt;br /&gt;I want a new cell phone&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will clean my room&lt;br /&gt;I will wash the car...at some point&lt;br /&gt;I will go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I will paint my nails&lt;br /&gt;I will start my paper...at some point&lt;br /&gt;I will do my readings&lt;br /&gt;I will get a life......maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-469329720659123400?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/469329720659123400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=469329720659123400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/469329720659123400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/469329720659123400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-i-wanti-will.html' title='I need, I want..I will'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-8698289009678124289</id><published>2009-03-05T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:02:11.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take only what you need from me</title><content type='html'>I was on msn last night talking to Matt (the ex for anyone who doesnt know). He told me his dad was in the hospital. ICU to be exact. I want to say I was shocked but I really wasnt. His dad has been sick since I could remember, and this wasn't really surprising. I was sad for him, not as sad I probably would have been if I was still dating him; but sad none the less. I tried to be as supportive as I could. I like to think that we are still friends, at least I still treat him like a friend. Check in on him ever now and then, bug him about the girls he's been talking to lately. That sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really sad part is that he misses me. It's not sad because I'm oh so cool and want to think that I'm some super important or something, but it's sad because I miss him too. I'm not mad anymore, I could be..but I'm not. I really do want to be his friend, if that's possible. I mean seriously, is it even possible to be friends with an ex? I dont think feelings get in the way of that sort of thing..unless the break up was really really bad. And admittedly so, our break up wasn't at all mutual but I do understand where he was coming from, and I think we could probably be friends if he could manage to separate himself from what happened. I'd like to think I managed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I told him that if he wanted to we could go for coffee and talk. I want him to know that even though we aren't together anymore, I am still there for him. This could be a bad thing, but if one of my friends needed me I'd be there. And I dont think I should be any different to him. I guess I could be wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-8698289009678124289?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/8698289009678124289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=8698289009678124289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/8698289009678124289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/8698289009678124289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-only-what-you-need-from-me.html' title='Take only what you need from me'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-4902297601993825015</id><published>2009-02-27T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:45:05.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf?'/><title type='text'>This is what your grandpa does when you're not around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SagiReQZt9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/hjyb64rXwbk/s1600-h/ettrfygkhjlk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307529844431108050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SagiReQZt9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/hjyb64rXwbk/s320/ettrfygkhjlk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had an intence gag reflex for this...these guys take it off for charity..if you ask me putting it on would be the best form of charity... they are the forever young dancers! these hot prunes have their own site too &lt;a href="http://foreveryoungdancers.com/"&gt;http://foreveryoungdancers.com/&lt;/a&gt;, I think you should go. I think one of those guys might be my 5th grade gym teacher...*shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-4902297601993825015?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/4902297601993825015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=4902297601993825015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/4902297601993825015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/4902297601993825015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-what-your-grandpa-does-when.html' title='This is what your grandpa does when you&apos;re not around...'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SagiReQZt9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/hjyb64rXwbk/s72-c/ettrfygkhjlk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-6433853428424150335</id><published>2009-02-27T06:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:28:00.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>I was cleaning out my closets and I found my ex...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307493660353479810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SagBXSEBxII/AAAAAAAAANg/zbU7B5ny_nY/s320/PC070001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I never really realized how much clothes I have, I think I could a different outfit ever day (that includes shoes) for like two months and not wear the same thing twice. that may even include changing for night wear. So i'm cleaning out my closets. But not really because I'm still keeping everything just moving it to a bin under my bed. I just bought a new groggy sweater, that's more like a fall jacket then anything else. It's so warm and was only 15$ from Winners...I love that store! It's like a cheap girls heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SagCRRFD3rI/AAAAAAAAAN4/YQqfi-p7avw/s1600-h/DSCF0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307494656521789106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SagCRRFD3rI/AAAAAAAAAN4/YQqfi-p7avw/s320/DSCF0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I even like the colors. I have plenty of black sweaters, but none like that one. But then again, I  would say something like that to justify me owning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SagBX3ivDRI/AAAAAAAAANw/KzjbdSx8s2g/s1600-h/DSCF0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307493670414388498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SagBX3ivDRI/AAAAAAAAANw/KzjbdSx8s2g/s320/DSCF0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These shoes I found again after not know where they were for almost two years, they were under my bed. Thing is I've never worn them. I bought them from H&amp;amp;M years ago and didn't like them as much as I did in the store by time I got them home. They are cute, just not really what I wanted. I bought them because they were on sale not because I actually planed on wearing them...which is probably why I have so much shit. I am going to give them to Raymi if she wants them. Or anyone else if they want them. They are a size 9...yes I have big feet. My friends aren't really hightop kind of people. I think they are so cute....just haven't worn them. and now I have a billion shoes and probabl will never wear them. which is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SagBXmICK0I/AAAAAAAAANo/kgzGJAw0Fkw/s1600-h/DSCF0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307493665738992450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SagBXmICK0I/AAAAAAAAANo/kgzGJAw0Fkw/s320/DSCF0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a cardign addiction. that is the same style in three different colors. I think I should join a group. Cardigns Anonimous or something. "My name is Odett and I'm addicted to Cardigns." I think there's a shoppers anonimous...but I would miss all the meetings because I'd be to busy trying to buy an outfit that made me look like I was ready to stop shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my ex boyfriend (josh) sent me an email for my birthday, I may have mentioned it...or not. But we started talking again, and I told him I was single...which turn out to be not such a great idea. I figured since he lived far enough away that sort of information wouldn't really matter to him, apparently I was wrong. He told me he wanted to get back together and that he hasn't stopped thinking about since we broke up (5 years ago). Now I may or may not have changed much in that time, but I dont know if I would date him again. I mean there was a reason we broke up in the first place...but I dont want to say that I don't want to talk to him because I do, he's a good person to have as a friend...but I know he's a pretty alright boyfriend...yeah just alright. But in his defence, he could have changed his stubborn ways and would make an awsome boyfriend now....but I dont know...and I dont know if I want to find out. I've made my self a strict outline as to which guys I will date, and the main thing is they have to be busy! I don't like being bothered all day by text messages and phone calls. I have things to do and I would really like it if he did do. Josh has never really been the busy type. Anyway, that's it for now...maybe more later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-6433853428424150335?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/6433853428424150335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=6433853428424150335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/6433853428424150335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/6433853428424150335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-cleaning-out-my-closets-and-i.html' title='I was cleaning out my closets and I found my ex...'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SagBXSEBxII/AAAAAAAAANg/zbU7B5ny_nY/s72-c/PC070001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-1406980002133022861</id><published>2009-02-19T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:55:06.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Hate School'/><title type='text'>Busy as a fox...</title><content type='html'>York has decided to steal my pride. I dropped a class and have 6 take home exams due, now it would feel like it would be easier to do a take home exam...but no. Not when you live in Distraction-ville like I do. I couldn't do it in my room, as my room is a fuckin' pig sty, couldn't do it in my mom's room; her bed is to comfortable. so I sat in the hall on the wood floor and did it there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get out of university....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-1406980002133022861?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/1406980002133022861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=1406980002133022861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/1406980002133022861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/1406980002133022861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-as-fox.html' title='Busy as a fox...'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-7660678456601960915</id><published>2009-02-13T06:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:47:45.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf?'/><title type='text'>13 year old father; What the fuck?</title><content type='html'>I decided to be more involved in shit. So, I'm going to do my best to get a good "what the fuck?" in at least once a week. So for what should be a wonderfully unlucky friday; I read this morning about a charming 13 year old boy and his 15 year old slag who just popped out a bundle of joy. The kids voice hasn't even broken yet!?I'm surprised his nads have even dropped far enough down to allow for baby-making juice! He can't even legally drive and yet somehow someone thought it was a good idea to tell him how to make babies...I say that 15 year old had alot of to do with it. My mother always warned me about girls like her...well she didn't really warn me but if she knew about it before hand she would have! I feel like that Juno movie will be blamed for this...which is ashame I liked that movie.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 505px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://dlisted.com/files/images/wtffamily2.preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(picture from &lt;a href="http://dlisted.com/"&gt;http://dlisted.com/&lt;/a&gt;) Now I failed Biology in grade 11 but Life Science was no different. How the fuck did that kid, he just barely makes 4 feet, gather up enough juice to make a baby? I can't even make waffles?! If you want to read all about this debocal you can go to the sun uk site: &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece"&gt;http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece&lt;/a&gt;; I don't know about you but I personally have an issue with it. I guess kids can have kids, biologically they seem to be quite able too... and who knows, that boy (cuz that's what he is) could be the worlds best father and get one of those cups with the big #1 on it and a macaroni tie! But just in case someone should keep child services on speed dial....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-7660678456601960915?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/7660678456601960915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=7660678456601960915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/7660678456601960915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/7660678456601960915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/02/13-year-old-father-what-fuck.html' title='13 year old father; What the fuck?'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-5982204227675331869</id><published>2009-02-10T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:50:22.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating for Dummies Pt2</title><content type='html'>So, saturday I went on a date with this guy named Migel; he was....Nice....kind of shy and had alot of really good qualities, there was really only one problem. He looked, acted and kind of smelled like my ex boyfriend. His hair, the way he lit his smoke, the way he eat (we went to brunch) the fact that he finds it okay to have a rum and coke before 5pm, all reminded me of Matt. Don't get me wrong there's nothing wrong with drinking before 5, I mean it's 5o'clock some place, right? But in reality, if I wanted to date Matt again, I would. Which I don't...or at least I don't think I do. To tell you the truth I haven't really thought about it. As a matter of fact I do my best not to think about it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back I went on a date with this guy..uh...Sebatian....he didnt work out. When we got there, mind you he took me to Pizza Hut which already made me kind of pissed as I'm lactose intolerant which I told him ahead of time, then when I get there (having decided to drive myself) He asks me who's going to pay...now I'm not to particular about who pays for what, I generally feel that if I wanted to pay for myself I would take myself to some place where I could eat the fucking food. He ended up paying, I had a salad. Now correct me if i'm wrong, and feel free to be honest with me, but if someone asks you out who pays? I mean I go on basic first date rules... Thee who asks Pays....If I asked him out then I would pay...seeing as how I didnt do that...I didnt feel I should have too.....was I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just going to give up on dating all together...I'm just going to buy a cat and call it even. I'm waving the white flag on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-5982204227675331869?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/5982204227675331869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=5982204227675331869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/5982204227675331869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/5982204227675331869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/02/dating-for-dummies-pt2.html' title='Dating for Dummies Pt2'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-9181948343933910435</id><published>2009-02-06T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:18:25.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spandex groupie language for naked heavy people</title><content type='html'>I love fridge word magnets. I was at my friends house and was messing around with them...you cant's see all of them but I took pictures of some of them...the one that made me laugh the most was "spandex groupie language for naked heavy people" the word people got cut off in the picture, but I thought it was funny. I think everyone should have these things on their fridge; I mean really, why else do I go to see people if not to play with the amusing little nic-nacks they have on their fridges?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299962126961111618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SY0_eVyKckI/AAAAAAAAAMo/i-NwaJfTMdA/s320/DSCF0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299962133404567698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SY0_etyZyJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eI1Jz6uMifk/s320/DSCF0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SY0_fBi5xhI/AAAAAAAAANI/ndNGqnaWIgU/s1600-h/DSCF0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then spent 2 hours making home fries because I wanted fries and we didnt want to leave the house because it was sooooooo cold out. But in my defence they were fucking good and not as salty as McDonalds. So all in all i'd say it was good times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299962136472710146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SY0_e5N57AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4l75coU6Bj0/s320/DSCF0207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SY0_e20R3sI/AAAAAAAAANA/Mm-FdF2hVCM/s1600-h/DSCF0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299962135828356802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SY0_e20R3sI/AAAAAAAAANA/Mm-FdF2hVCM/s320/DSCF0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yumm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-9181948343933910435?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/9181948343933910435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=9181948343933910435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/9181948343933910435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/9181948343933910435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/02/spandex-groupie-language-for-naked.html' title='spandex groupie language for naked heavy people'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SY0_eVyKckI/AAAAAAAAAMo/i-NwaJfTMdA/s72-c/DSCF0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-4299784296660887578</id><published>2009-02-05T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:25:48.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Selling souls to the fashion gods, my lord I have an addiction</title><content type='html'>I had a little time on my hands (as well as money) so I went to the mall, which was a bad move in it's self. I have a serious shopping addiction. I used to think it was just lack of will power for cheap stuff, but no. It is a full blown addiction. There is something wrong with me I swear! I was in winners, (again another poor choice of judgement) and I say this bag: &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299396255891119458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SYs80Txs3WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5x8fURBESw0/s320/DSCF0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunatly, I already knew Winners had these bags. The first time I spotted it, it was 88$ or aleast that's what the tag said the winners price was 49.99$ which in my books is still to much for a bag! But as luck would have it, this day that I had money was the day that this bag was 26$. I resisted, if only for a short while, and made it back to my car before I gave in went back and bought it.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SYs80rmWsMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/X9mP1OArUW8/s1600-h/DSCF0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299396262285979842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SYs80rmWsMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/X9mP1OArUW8/s320/DSCF0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I dont have anything that colour. But I'm sure I will have no issues carrying it regardless. It was agood price, but now i'm broke. I have a serious problem. Then I realized that I need to shoes for work just because I was tired of wearing my boots while i was there, and I found these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299396261158391234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SYs80nZhDcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZmZqtc8jE2c/s320/DSCF0214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In my defence they were only 5$! however, I ended up leaving without getting shoes to wear to work. So whatever small victory was gainned from these shows was lost at the fact that I have to wair till next week friday (pay day) till I can buy the shoes I want which may not be on sale by time I get there, or (like so many other things in my shopping life) may not come in my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to stop spending. I'm going to see that movie Confessions of a shopaholic...I think I could really identify with the character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-4299784296660887578?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/4299784296660887578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=4299784296660887578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/4299784296660887578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/4299784296660887578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/02/selling-souls-to-fashion-gods-my-lord-i.html' title='Selling souls to the fashion gods, my lord I have an addiction'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SYs80Txs3WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5x8fURBESw0/s72-c/DSCF0213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-5732206987147125610</id><published>2009-02-02T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:09:22.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Hate School'/><title type='text'>...And then I remembered why I don't come to this class.</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting in my philosophy class with mixed feelings about being back. A part of me is quite glad to be back but another part of me is a little pissed off about having wasted 3 months sitting on my ass trying to teach myself shit I didnt know to begin with. I think York is that feeling you get just before you puke. That weird bitter taste in your mouth that forces you to spit and gag...yeah that right there...that's york. What makes it worse is that I paid for it. I paid my hard earned dollers to leave this place every day with the taste of bile in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bitter right now. Perhaps there will be a happier post later...anything will be better then this...I need a coffee. &gt;___&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-5732206987147125610?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/5732206987147125610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=5732206987147125610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/5732206987147125610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/5732206987147125610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-then-i-remembered-why-i-dont-come.html' title='...And then I remembered why I don&apos;t come to this class.'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-7730673364658200486</id><published>2009-01-29T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:15:37.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiho, hiho it's back to school I go</title><content type='html'>Well look at that, York has decided to let the rest of us back in.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be weird having to wake up on monday and go to class...and not even my winter semester class my fall semester class... we are all just going back to school like none of this shit ever happend. What the fuck? seriously? that's it? just like nothing ever fucking happend!? oh wait that's right there was a three month strike and I now have 3 ish months to finish a semester and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you york.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send your kids to Ryerson or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-7730673364658200486?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/7730673364658200486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=7730673364658200486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/7730673364658200486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/7730673364658200486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/01/hiho-hiho-its-back-to-school-i-go.html' title='hiho, hiho it&apos;s back to school I go'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-950576079480949761</id><published>2009-01-26T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:13:24.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke was awsome!</title><content type='html'>I love karaoke! We went to XO by Christie station it was a blast, then we went out to a bar and I got drunk! I had alot of drinks and that's why there are no pictures from the club because I couldn't hold the camera lol...more later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SX5qFphk9QI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TOwSshmPK2k/s1600-h/DSCF0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295786857112859906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SX5qFphk9QI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TOwSshmPK2k/s320/DSCF0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SX5pnNZIUdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/OqGdh587l9E/s1600-h/DSCF0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295786334165160402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SX5pnNZIUdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/OqGdh587l9E/s320/DSCF0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SX5pm69UsVI/AAAAAAAAALw/0fOioijefiE/s1600-h/DSCF0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295786329216692562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SX5pm69UsVI/AAAAAAAAALw/0fOioijefiE/s320/DSCF0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SX5pmrI6GwI/AAAAAAAAALo/NaUUzenXNj0/s1600-h/DSCF0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295786324970314498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SX5pmrI6GwI/AAAAAAAAALo/NaUUzenXNj0/s320/DSCF0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SX5pl0-GrkI/AAAAAAAAALg/8xcuUdTqlKo/s1600-h/DSCF0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295786310429486658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SX5pl0-GrkI/AAAAAAAAALg/8xcuUdTqlKo/s320/DSCF0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SX5pk9lIwkI/AAAAAAAAALY/E_a-9Cr1Ib0/s1600-h/DSCF0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295786295560815170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SX5pk9lIwkI/AAAAAAAAALY/E_a-9Cr1Ib0/s320/DSCF0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SX5ojePQyII/AAAAAAAAALQ/KdP8RLhA0M8/s1600-h/DSCF0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295785170456070274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SX5ojePQyII/AAAAAAAAALQ/KdP8RLhA0M8/s320/DSCF0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-950576079480949761?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/950576079480949761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=950576079480949761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/950576079480949761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/950576079480949761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/01/karaoke-was-awsome.html' title='Karaoke was awsome!'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SX5qFphk9QI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TOwSshmPK2k/s72-c/DSCF0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-3553624837623889741</id><published>2009-01-24T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:03:10.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis my Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes I am 25! I dont feel any different, but I woke up quite grumpy. I dont know what the big deal is about birthdays. I seem to just be getting older and older, my facebook wall is covered with "happy birthday, have a great one" from people I dont even talk to anymore, But I guess it's all good. Anyways, I'm going to karaoke tonight, so there will be pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-3553624837623889741?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/3553624837623889741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=3553624837623889741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/3553624837623889741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/3553624837623889741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/01/tis-my-birthday.html' title='Tis my Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-3930379698221444974</id><published>2009-01-15T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:40:16.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I said hello, he said come on</title><content type='html'>Completely random! I was chatting with my friend Thuy who is currently in Miami (i'm very jealous!) about Andre, for anyone who doesn't remember him I met him at school and we became friends, and he's a really sweet guy. But he moved to Costa Rica to take care of his little adopted daugther (because he's super sweet like that XD) and he is one of my good friends! when we first started to talk I was with he who's name shall not be spoken, and so it would never happen as I thought my future was already planed out. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291618397635176242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SW-a5X33ZzI/AAAAAAAAALI/Me_D7ykclr0/s320/P5030035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as it would turn out Andre is in canada! He's here just for the week (he goes back on sunday) so I get to spend a few days with him and hang out! Which will be cool as he is alot of fun to hang out with! However, I am very single...as is he... but he doesnt know i'm single...So i'm stuck in a spot where I need to decided wether or not I tell him i'm single and wouldn't mind hanging out with him when he's here....who knows! There will be pictures!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-3930379698221444974?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/3930379698221444974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=3930379698221444974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/3930379698221444974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/3930379698221444974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-said-hello-he-said-come-on.html' title='I said hello, he said come on'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SW-a5X33ZzI/AAAAAAAAALI/Me_D7ykclr0/s72-c/P5030035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-5487685492658777682</id><published>2009-01-08T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:53:41.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Datings for Dummies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o, I have a date tonight...I know, it really has only been a month since the breakup but I have always been told that it's not good to dwell on the past so I guess it was about time?! But I have been thinking about it alot...I don't really remember how to flirt, I mean after a 4 year relationship I didn't have to be flirty...I'm just going to be as open as possible..I still have some of those dating woes though.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288950946596509042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SWYg3SZZ1XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IP0wZ5UFlZY/s400/datingwoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Who knows...I'm not going to far from my house so if anything I can leave on a 'family emergency' whenever I feel like I need to get away... &lt;p&gt;Wish me luck...I may need it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-5487685492658777682?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/5487685492658777682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=5487685492658777682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/5487685492658777682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/5487685492658777682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-guess-it-was-about-time.html' title='Datings for Dummies'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SWYg3SZZ1XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IP0wZ5UFlZY/s72-c/datingwoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-2085327578810495992</id><published>2009-01-01T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:31:33.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let old aquaintence be forgot and never brought to mind</title><content type='html'>Happy new years friends!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should enter this new year with some sort of optimism about how great it's going to be, but i did that last year and it didnt really make the whole year any better. So i figure this year i'm just going in thinking that it wont suck. I'm going in with very low expectations so that if i get disappointed then i wont be so upset! lol...i know that doesnt sound like such a great out look on the coming year but I dont really plan to work any less then I was before, i will still work hard. I just wont expect things to be spectacular.  I will write more tomorrow...I have a bunch of things to say but for I am just to tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-2085327578810495992?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/2085327578810495992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=2085327578810495992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/2085327578810495992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/2085327578810495992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-old-aquaintence-be-forgot-and-never.html' title='Let old aquaintence be forgot and never brought to mind'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-850760472240902458</id><published>2008-12-25T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:52:25.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas was good, now i can be naughty again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SVRUpd0wzmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MjcgPJdSBZY/s1600-h/DSCF0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283941334169734754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SVRUpd0wzmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MjcgPJdSBZY/s320/DSCF0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a great christmas! I got a new camera fujifilm finepix j100, 10mega pixels and so many levels of awsome. I also got  wii fit! I was super excited about it. It was kind of hard having to do this christmas without matt, but I think i'm doing better. each day feeling a little better, each day a little easier! Merry christmas friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-850760472240902458?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/850760472240902458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=850760472240902458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/850760472240902458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/850760472240902458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-was-good-now-i-can-be-naughty.html' title='Christmas was good, now i can be naughty again.'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SVRUpd0wzmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MjcgPJdSBZY/s72-c/DSCF0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-5575156880793968453</id><published>2008-12-16T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:33:05.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better now, then before.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUiMsyvRBMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2PLvgsH-0SI/s1600-h/PC070045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280625264254059714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUiMsyvRBMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2PLvgsH-0SI/s320/PC070045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So the concert was amazing. I had so much fun! It was my cousin Cheryl, my sister and me. And I got to see The dears, Tokyo Police club and Metric. Good Times! It definitly helped me forget or at least kept my mind on other things. I've managed to turn my "sad" into "mad", I'm more pissed then anything else.... But none the less the concert was great! I wish I had a better camera so I could have gotten better shots but the ones I got are fine for concert... &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUiMXfP7OnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sFPpyX5Q8Ps/s1600-h/PC070040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280624898245081714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUiMXfP7OnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sFPpyX5Q8Ps/s320/PC070040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tokyo Police club shirt, This one was the only one that came in an Xs...So this is the one I got. I like it but they had others that I liked more...just didnt come in my size DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUiMEcpuYCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pZf6G_mYF64/s1600-h/PC070089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280624571130470434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUiMEcpuYCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pZf6G_mYF64/s320/PC070089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this metric shirt...It makes me more happy then then any shirt really should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUiLzcE0E6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zyEVDd5KPuc/s1600-h/PC070091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280624278917878690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUiLzcE0E6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zyEVDd5KPuc/s320/PC070091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUiLfCa6FAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Bw5saS0qLo0/s1600-h/PC070090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280623928433841154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUiLfCa6FAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Bw5saS0qLo0/s320/PC070090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anyway, not much else to say right now..maybe more later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-5575156880793968453?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/5575156880793968453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=5575156880793968453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/5575156880793968453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/5575156880793968453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/12/better-now-then-before.html' title='Better now, then before.'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUiMsyvRBMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2PLvgsH-0SI/s72-c/PC070045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-7863368487706595783</id><published>2008-12-12T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:44:23.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping therapy and concerts</title><content type='html'>I was still a little sad after the whole break up thing, so today I finally got some money and decided what to do with my self. I went and bought some clothes! there is something about shopping that makes me feel much better. could be the new stuff or it just be that I have a real addiction to owning things. either way I feel a little better.. I bought a dress...It has stars all over it in different shapes and I can't wait to have some place to wear it. I'm thinking new years? or a christmas party? or both! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUK6yvFPt-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/jMgTVa3gS1Q/s1600-h/PC070003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278987094026336226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUK6yvFPt-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/jMgTVa3gS1Q/s320/PC070003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to the metric concert tonight! And I bought the cutest shirt! It says paty monster and has a monster in a part hat XD. I think it's sooooo cute! so, i'm going to wear it tonight...hopefully my camera will do a good job and I will have tons of pictures tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUK6RcTgeLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NLRhARqCL6w/s1600-h/PC070004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278986522050197682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUK6RcTgeLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NLRhARqCL6w/s320/PC070004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh and I almost forgot! my new spongbob socks! They are also cute. I would wear them out right now but they have these little pompom thingso nthe back... It's a little odd a grown women liking spongebob...but you'll get over it i'm sure....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUK5U8EdTJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_hmsQ_OMKcI/s1600-h/PC070006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278985482604989586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUK5U8EdTJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_hmsQ_OMKcI/s320/PC070006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; POMPOM!!! How cute is that! I'm going to by more of them, I love socks...I'm not sure why...but I do!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278985233086326786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUK5GaikqAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9h-r6MnnsKo/s320/PC070009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There was also a sale at aeropostale, I got two shirts..both very cute! I had a full day of shopping. It's nice to have something to do and time to spend money.... Oh btw, I want to send all of you (my blog friends) a cute homemade christmas gift! If you dont mind you can email me a mailing address and I will send it off! It will be specially made just for you! send it to : &lt;a href="mailto:Savingzero@gmail.com"&gt;Savingzero@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278990179884224946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUK9mWzGUbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/q8KWfvoOHLU/s320/PC070010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-7863368487706595783?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/7863368487706595783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=7863368487706595783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/7863368487706595783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/7863368487706595783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/12/shopping-therapy-and-concerts.html' title='Shopping therapy and concerts'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SUK6yvFPt-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/jMgTVa3gS1Q/s72-c/PC070003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-8260014230900439683</id><published>2008-12-07T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:12:37.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over.</title><content type='html'>Matt broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't much care about his reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying in bed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much more to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-8260014230900439683?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/8260014230900439683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=8260014230900439683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/8260014230900439683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/8260014230900439683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over.'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-1380832114172777595</id><published>2008-11-26T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:37:01.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hurting...bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; hurt my back and my hip, and I feel like such a weirdo. I have a limp and everything. My doctor gave me some meds to help with the pain and it mostly just puts me to sleep. I have no idea how it happened. like I said before I really havent been doing much. and now i've been doing even less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    I need more blogs to read. If you know any good ones let me know, I will add them to my blog roll and spend my time being crippled and interested in other peoples lives; especally since I wont be doing very much of anything on my own in the next little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/1612/PreviewComp/SuperStock_1612R-7672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm so glad I have TV in my room...life would be so lonley without Oprah and Ellen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-1380832114172777595?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/1380832114172777595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=1380832114172777595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/1380832114172777595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/1380832114172777595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-hurtingbad.html' title='I&apos;m hurting...bad.'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-3486882601177240746</id><published>2008-11-24T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:35:23.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring...'/><title type='text'>So much time, So little to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SSrfwdia0AI/AAAAAAAAAIU/o0ipULGoOkY/s1600-h/PB180025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272272337446293506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SSrfwdia0AI/AAAAAAAAAIU/o0ipULGoOkY/s320/PB180025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I havent had anything to do for a while, i've been doing my readings for class and writing my essays and what not. But then I started to take pictures of myself. I did a whole little photo shoot all by myself. I am really really bored, I just want to do something anything at all. It's been really cold too so I havent really wanted to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SSrfS4jUdXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/g93DS0lltvE/s1600-h/PB100011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272271829301753202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SSrfS4jUdXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/g93DS0lltvE/s320/PB100011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mother has her tree in the starting stages of finishing. I could never understand this chirstmas in november thing. I mean I dont get gifts in november, but whatever. The mall is all about christmas even before halloween ends. which I think is a little much as I really like christmas but I love halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SSrfCgpYx1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ipd6SwOVrCc/s1600-h/02112008622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272271548006844242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SSrfCgpYx1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ipd6SwOVrCc/s320/02112008622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need to get out more. If anyone wants to go for lunch, then let me know. I have lots of time on my hands....oh, I want to find more people who knitt and do like wool-work. please let me know if you know anyone, I could use more blog friends! lol, I'm trying to find people who i can talk to without leaving the house lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SSrettrFWVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6HzPbvroZPw/s1600-h/PB180024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272271190726367570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SSrettrFWVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6HzPbvroZPw/s320/PB180024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peek-a-boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-3486882601177240746?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/3486882601177240746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=3486882601177240746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/3486882601177240746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/3486882601177240746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-much-time-so-little-to-do.html' title='So much time, So little to do.'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SSrfwdia0AI/AAAAAAAAAIU/o0ipULGoOkY/s72-c/PB180025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-959047507166012947</id><published>2008-11-07T21:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:13:43.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRIKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the extended break York, But all jokes aside...what the fuck do I do now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still going about school like business as usual; I study on saturdays, do my readings on the day that I actually have that class, and finishing up assignments. And trust me, it's not like i'm not thankful for this break! I really needed some sleep and time to catch up on some things...like sleep. But I wonder how long this shit will last for? I mean....How long can anyone really stay mad? No T.A's they're really &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;going to give you everything you ask for. I asked for stuff from York all the time and I get jack shit and i'm paying to be there, at least you guys get paid. I would love for this strike thing to go on for a while but in all seriousness, i've got shit to do and I need to get it done. The money that I paid for that stupid peice of paper that is going to "get me a job" cost alot more then 5 or so days worth of a strike. And it seems that no matter what educational era i'm running through i end up with a strike. I had like 3 when i was in grade school, there was 2 in highschool , I had another 1 in college and now this. I was just ment to have unschedualed breaks in school time. That is my destiny...and I guess I will just have to take it....anyone want to play laser quest on monday? i wont be doing anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.utahcityguide.com/utbound/images/lasertag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;we could be those people! look how cool they look in those super uncomfortable vests! all SciFi and shit! we could have those vest, we could be that cool....we could be heros, if for only one day...sorry i got carried away there....but yeah, I call dibs on the chick with the hair....wait.... is that even a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-959047507166012947?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/959047507166012947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=959047507166012947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/959047507166012947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/959047507166012947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/11/strike.html' title='STRIKE!'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-7969205735022447998</id><published>2008-11-03T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:05:34.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road to Nowheresville</title><content type='html'>So, It seems like i've been gone for a while, but really i've always been here. Reading what other people have to say when I get the time, but that's all I seemed to have time for. never really any writing. i have two essays to hand in today and another due on friday then I have many other things to do and write and it's just a hard hard week. And I cant believe that it's november already! I can't believe it soooo much that I forgot to buy the november pass on the go bus. Which in itself is problematic seeing as how now that i'm at school (i was short 30cents to get here) I have no real way of getting home...which sucks. but I will have to buy it before the store closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didnt have to come to class...they are saying that there might be a strike of somesort and in that case i have my fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-7969205735022447998?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/7969205735022447998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=7969205735022447998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/7969205735022447998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/7969205735022447998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-road-to-nowheresville.html' title='On the road to Nowheresville'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-4749670154761907011</id><published>2008-10-20T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:35:52.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SP0GBERBZGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GautbrwSCZg/s1600-h/PA080018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259366555233379426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SP0GBERBZGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GautbrwSCZg/s400/PA080018.JPG" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow it's really just flying by, I havent even decided what I want to be for halloween yet!? I was going to be the pink power ranger but I couldn't find the costume in a size that would fit me. Which made me very sad, seeing as how i'm on this whole pink rampage it would have worked nicely but no... recently i've been stuffing my face full of candy corn. It happens around this time every year, I get the taste for it and I will eat it until i'm sick and then I wont want it again till next year. It's some sort of weird ritual thing...I dont understand it either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259367653499720002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SP0HA_oH0UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/a0LfG-BTwnA/s400/PA080039.JPG" width="262" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I spent some time outside Last week some time when it was actually nice outside which was weird because I was almost used to being cold (almost but not quite) so me and my friends took to the woods to see the water before it got to snowy to go to our spot. We have this little spot by the scarborough bluffs that looks out onto the water from a strange part of the city. It's actually a really cool spot to take pictures of the water and stuff. Hopefully I can go back before it starts to snow. Maybe around halloween...who knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-4749670154761907011?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/4749670154761907011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=4749670154761907011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/4749670154761907011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/4749670154761907011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SP0GBERBZGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GautbrwSCZg/s72-c/PA080018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-8852602134134825841</id><published>2008-10-15T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:59:14.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a doctor because I say so.</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling a little off lately, I think it's just the weather...but my mother (who magically has her PHD in what's wrong with odett) says it's probably seasonal depression. So with my new illness in had I have booked myself for a doctors appointment, ya know to get a second opinion...or at least a one that is more valid then a hand on my forehead and questions about I had for dinner the night before. It very well could be just S.D but I think i'd rather hear it from someone who spent almost 8 years in university to tell me that rather then the insane ramblings of my mother. She doesnt always get it wrong...but she rarely gets it right. it's more of a one in ten kind of hit or miss thing for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I occassionally find myself doing it too lately. People, mostly friends as random people tend not to tell me their problems, tell me they are not feeling well and then I seem to ask for a list of symptoms. I feeling it's okay as i'm generally someone who gets sick alot. Not that anyone would come up with the weird things I seem to pick up along the way. However, there was many times that I was actually right about what they had. Not that I would ever become a doctor, no matter how much my mother would love that, I cant stand the sight of blood and I really dont like sick people. Especally because sick people make me sick and that just wont do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was good, I had way to much family in my house but what else is new about any holiday and my family. I seem to acquire more family everytime there's another holiday. This time I ended up with 3 new cousins in which I then had to turn around and entertain. I'm not sure why I'm always looked upon to find something for these people to do. I'm a pretty boring person on my own, I dont think I get any better in group settings. I dont even really like alot of my cousins. some of them are okay, the cool ones and the cute ones, but there is always that middle ground where they are either really annoy or just rude....like I owe them something...pffft. They should be so lucky. I think family is an odd sort of thing, seeing as how you really have no say in who you are related to...I saw a poster once that said "Friends are gods way of saying sorry for family" and I dont think I could ever agree more then on major holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-8852602134134825841?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/8852602134134825841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=8852602134134825841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/8852602134134825841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/8852602134134825841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-doctor-because-i-say-so.html' title='I&apos;m a doctor because I say so.'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-2727630371288842543</id><published>2008-10-13T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:38:37.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things to do...so little time</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256650605967006322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SPNf4A0BWnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Byr3ZnY8yLg/s400/PA060039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  It was my parents anniversary this weekend so all my family from new york and stuff came over. It was quite the occassion, My mom and dad looked so cute. My mom had this huge smile plasterd on her face the entire time, it was so sweet and I looked pretty nice, I wore blue and it was quite a nice dress, I had worn it before for my uncles wedding.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256677509705657698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SPN4WBDKbWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qYavK4Mln0A/s400/PA060013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I really like that dress... But I never really have many places to wear it. i need to find more formal occassions...I could always just wear it to the local no frills but i think I might get a few strange looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-2727630371288842543?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/2727630371288842543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=2727630371288842543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/2727630371288842543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/2727630371288842543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-many-things-to-doso-little-time.html' title='So many things to do...so little time'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SPNf4A0BWnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Byr3ZnY8yLg/s72-c/PA060039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-6638432560589175343</id><published>2008-10-09T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:19:58.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over and done now back to normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SO5wqewu5DI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3TZpA754lDI/s1600-h/P9300020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255261690302227506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SO5wqewu5DI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3TZpA754lDI/s400/P9300020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ray's wedding was good My hair looked good and I was quite happy with the way everything went. I had to wear orange, it didnt look bad but I Think I will avoid wearing orange for a little while...if not forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255265621569595698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SO50PT36aTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RO6-INwO5zo/s400/n560525354_4392737_4889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The girl in the black and white dress had a nice one, i really liked it. but somehow I dont think people would allow their wedding party to wear black...I would but I guess I'm a different kind of person then most. This is what the wedding looked like, I was freezing my fucking ass off...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255266409106805986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SO509JralOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LUg1Ij4lLkM/s400/n560525354_4392732_3446.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;These arent my photo's...most of them are my sisters....my camera sucks! I need a knew one Badly DX... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meh O___o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-6638432560589175343?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/6638432560589175343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=6638432560589175343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/6638432560589175343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/6638432560589175343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/10/over-and-done-now-back-to-normal.html' title='Over and done now back to normal'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SO5wqewu5DI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3TZpA754lDI/s72-c/P9300020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-1168841690256335064</id><published>2008-10-06T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:19:04.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always a bridesmaid never a bride</title><content type='html'>This weekend my best friend Raluca got married. I'm starting to feel older then I did before, It's strange how I didnt really start to notice that i was old...well older... then any other time in my life until my friends start to get married or have kids. What is it about those life milestones that makes people really start to notice their age. It was nice at one time to think that I wasnt that old; still hanging out and occassionally wasting my life away with weed, rock music and indie movies with subtitles. But I have bills to pay and deadlines to meet, moments and behaviours to account for and some how i still didnt feel like i was old. Until sunday when I stood in the cold breeze of october (it was an outdoor wedding..yeah i know outdoor weddings in october...she's lucky i love her) and watch as my best friend marry the man she loves under the trees in some forest in woodbridge. I dont like feeling old, i dont like feeling finite. not to say that at any time I felt infinite but I did, at one point, feel young enough to live for a long time. However, now I feel like i have such a short time...much shorter then I thought I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January, i'm going to be 25....not that 25 is old by any means...but it is certinly not young. It's like that half way mark in life where you either need to decided that you are going to do something important or live in your parents basement for the next 20 years. I dont quite belive that I will end up being like that. I dont really like living with my parents right now, another 20 years might just kill me. But It's easy to see how time just kinds of gets away from you. How one day you are riding bikes, next day you are riding in the front seat and next day you are riding in the back...If you dont quite get what I mean by that last one i'm talking about a funeral. Now i'm not trying to be bleek or mellowdramatic, but I really want to get across the fact that time is so important...I want to go back to that point in life to the point when time didn't matter, when days seemed endless and bedtimes existed. Those were good times...good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-1168841690256335064?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/1168841690256335064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=1168841690256335064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/1168841690256335064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/1168841690256335064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/10/always-bridesmaid-never-bride.html' title='Always a bridesmaid never a bride'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-3841396056833308690</id><published>2008-10-03T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T06:54:54.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrr...it's cold in here.</title><content type='html'>I hate winter.&lt;br /&gt;I hate cold.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being cold in winter.&lt;br /&gt;I think I hate being cold more then I hate anything else. I would rather loose some toes then spend the rest of my life being cold. Which is sad, because I really like my toes...they are cute and stubby....but I digress. When I woke up this morning I already knew it was cold, my bedroom has a way of copying what the weather is like outside...except for maybe snow. I would cry if it snowed in my room. Anyway, I have come to the conclusion that I need to start getting ready for winter, before I wake up one morning with no boots and there's a foot of snow outside. You may laugh at this but it happened to me last year. So I've rummaged out the wool sweaters, brought out the tights and have strongly considered buying snow pants...I refuse to be cold this winter. I know it will still happen...but I'd like to think I've gotten the edge on winter...who knows...we'll see how well the boot buying goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'3'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-3841396056833308690?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/3841396056833308690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=3841396056833308690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/3841396056833308690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/3841396056833308690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/10/brrrits-cold-in-here.html' title='Brrr...it&apos;s cold in here.'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-1347738059024494606</id><published>2008-10-02T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:05:04.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up and let me cook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SOTRd2CL7nI/AAAAAAAAAGU/asvF_yzKRZA/s1600-h/tingtings.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252553376071937650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="156" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SOTRd2CL7nI/AAAAAAAAAGU/asvF_yzKRZA/s200/tingtings.bmp" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shut up and let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     The Ting Tings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to have a few days off this week. Thankfully York has most of the jewish holidays off, I got to rest quite a bit. I feel a little uncreative, I wanted to make something but i can't figure out what to do...Right now i'm thinking about my raviollie, It was goat cheese raviollie.... i'm not a big fan of many greens other then green beans....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252552552748223266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SOTQt66hCyI/AAAAAAAAAGM/L4qTRyU3m0k/s400/P9010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; If you want to make  some really good raviollie try yam raviollie with chinese 5 spice. I havent made them yet but I plan too. cooking isnt my strong point but  if I want to have yam raviollie I will have to do it myself....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, room temperature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 tablespoons sorghum syrup* or 1/2 cup clover honey plus 1 tablespoon robust-flavored (dark) molasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 teaspoon ground cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground clovesLarge pinch of cayenne pepper&lt;br /&gt;8 10- to 11-ounce yams (red-skinned sweet potatoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preparation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beat butter, sorghum syrup, cinnamon, cloves and cayenne in medium bowl to blend; season with salt. (Can be prepared 5 days ahead. Cover and refrigerate. Bring mixture to room temperature before using.)&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350°F. Rinse potatoes; pat dry. Pierce each several times with fork; place on baking sheet. Bake potatoes until tender, about 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;Cut top of each potato lengthwise; press in ends to open top. Spoon some sorghum butter into opening of each potato and serve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure they'll taste  yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-1347738059024494606?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/1347738059024494606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=1347738059024494606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/1347738059024494606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/1347738059024494606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/10/shut-up-and-let-me-cook.html' title='Shut up and let me cook'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SOTRd2CL7nI/AAAAAAAAAGU/asvF_yzKRZA/s72-c/tingtings.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-470361052271628733</id><published>2008-09-29T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:34:05.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>6 degrees of ant-social behaviour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o I knew before I started at york that there was going to be a chance for me to see people I went to highschool with. And I came to terms with that. I almost had forgotten about this seeing as how i've been here for 3 years and really havent had to have any kind of interaction with anyone from the past.&lt;br /&gt;    Today on the other hand, I was walking around with my girl Laura when I spotted someone I went to school with thinking that I was about to pass by without having to pretend to be civil, she turned "OMG hey Laura" and I was caught. So Laura, being the social butterfly that she is says "hey A.. This is nadine..." (as we were walking with another friend of ours)"... and this is my girlfriend Odett." she looks at me and I smile as I know she recognizes me and I recognize her "OH I know her, we went to highschool together." I shuddered a little and tried to look at pleasent as possible. Dont get me wrong I never disliked her, she was actually the nice one...her sister was the bitch. Alot of the girls she hung out with during that time were apart of why my highschool life was so bad, she never bullied me but I guess in someways not sticking up for someone is just as bad as the act itself.&lt;br /&gt;   I really do try not to be that person who is still mad about highschool, in a weird way I'm a little thankful for the experience. I was a little sarcastic, but thanks to all those i had to deal with then i've embodied sarcasim to the point where it's more like second nature to me to be a smart ass rather then just answer a question. However, I dont like seeing people from highschool as it does remind me of what I went through and what I had to deal with. I cant say i really changed all that much since then ( i like to say that I grew into my looks) but I am different. I just never realized how everything has a like a six-degrees of seperation...I never would have guessed that Laura knew anyone I knew. I guess I should never assume that I live in a bubble onto itself. Hey I may even know someone you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;(^__^)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-470361052271628733?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/470361052271628733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=470361052271628733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/470361052271628733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/470361052271628733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/09/6-degrees-of-ant-social-behaviour.html' title='6 degrees of ant-social behaviour'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-3662627263941972214</id><published>2008-09-26T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:00:11.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A night at home</title><content type='html'>I decided that after work today I was going to come home and hang out. I just happened to come home at the wrong time and my parents were fixing the front of the house (we just had our drive way &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SN2UsJmhsyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kBM-xiNyKDY/s1600-h/P9210003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;done) and there was a bunch of extra patches of grass, so I had to help move them. I got bit by like four times, I came in had a shower and now i'm sitting around in the worlds most comfortable robe ever.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250530100966693026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SN2hTu6dmKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W-lvLXqMa2c/s400/P9210003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I dont remember what the material is called it's almost like towel...except really really soft! I love it! I'm just chilling infront of my baby (my laptop) and waiting for the end of a long day. I actually have TV in my room now... I've the box finally hooked up so I get 300 channels when really I only watch like....5? I watch MTV, Teletoon, CTV, peachtree TV, KTLA. Soo what do I really need with the other 295 channels? beats me but anything is better then watching the spanish channel with that fuzzy snow shit going on...so I'll take what I can get now. I'm tired. I think I've been awake to long. Is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250527014452558434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SN2egEwJemI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cJafzVuitB4/s320/P9210005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh Blue bear, how cute you are...I love how his nose is a heart. I think anyone would be cute with a heart for a nose....what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250527845799253362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SN2fQdwpVXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/isSGSUFfOBk/s400/P9210008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My Laptop, It's all stickered up. Just how I like it...strange thing about the AC/DC sticker, I was walking in the mall and some just handed me a sticker the same day I was talking about people who have stuff from bands that they really dont know much about. and there I go with my AC/DC sticker...I like them, I just know two songs...so I wouldnt say I was a fan...But I guess I am now!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Odett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-3662627263941972214?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/3662627263941972214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=3662627263941972214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/3662627263941972214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/3662627263941972214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-decided-that-after-work-today-i-was.html' title='A night at home'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SN2hTu6dmKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/W-lvLXqMa2c/s72-c/P9210003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-5603020242632216803</id><published>2008-09-25T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:57:20.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats off to bad banking</title><content type='html'>I am&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SNxMXQ12wbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/IEdi8_SYfq4/s1600-h/P9190005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250155228148711858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SNxMXQ12wbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/IEdi8_SYfq4/s200/P9190005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; having such a great hat day!I had the one I made yesterday. It's nice I had a whole outfit and it looked cute! I really liked it... I made it from an old sweater that I dont wear anymore. It was at first a hood. and now it's a hat. I think it's actually a nice hat! I really like it. I actually had people saying what a nice have it was. Which is a little odd... for me....just because I dress so strange that people dont usually like the same things as me. Especally when I make things. I find that alot of the things I make tend to really only appeal to me. And no one else. Which is fine, mostly because I dont plan on making anymore to &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SNxMpPGA9iI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pjn4BgjscXo/s1600-h/P9200002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250155536917263906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="188" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SNxMpPGA9iI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pjn4BgjscXo/s200/P9200002.JPG" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;share! The other one is black with sparkles. Not sure what I will wear it with, But I'm sure I can find something that will work with black and sparkles...you never know what I will come up with...anywho, tell me what you think of the hats, I kind of want an all black one, with no sparkles...perhaps. I will venture to fabricland and see what I can find. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SNxWhW-GZiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xLofMJAdk50/s1600-h/P9200004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250166396708873762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SNxWhW-GZiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xLofMJAdk50/s200/P9200004.JPG" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, I am out of crafty things to tell you about, when I do more I will let you all know! In other news, I had such a hard day. I almost had a fist fight with CIBC, My card was frozen because I used it someplace that wasnt safe so they closed it. and I went to the bank by morningside (for anyone who knows where that is) and then I had to get across to north york to go to work. But I made the mistake of buying gas without double checking my card and it wouldnt work. so I'm lucky that the person at the gas station allowed me to use my car to go back to fix the card for a second time! I was so pissed-off by time I left the bank again...I just wanted to come home and make my hat...which for the record made me fell much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to go to sleep...I class in the morning...boourns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;_&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Odett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-5603020242632216803?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/5603020242632216803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=5603020242632216803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/5603020242632216803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/5603020242632216803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/09/hats-off-to-bad-banking.html' title='Hats off to bad banking'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SNxMXQ12wbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/IEdi8_SYfq4/s72-c/P9190005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-8299832239396403215</id><published>2008-09-24T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:43:22.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Crafty....</title><content type='html'>I woke up early this morning; long story short, I had to go buy a bus pass fo the GO because I couldnt do it at school because CIBC is full of dumbasses. Anyway, when I got back home despite my best efforts I couldn't fall back to sleep so I decided to make something. I made a very cute hat, which I'm wearing right now... I will put pictures upp...late...I could do it now as I have my camera with me but I would rather not disturb my class with the strange "wheeerrrr" sound my  camera makes. At anyrate, I am feeling rather creative today so when I get home (whenever that may be) there will be more clothing making and what not happening. So there will definutly be another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^3^&lt;br /&gt;Odett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-8299832239396403215?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/8299832239396403215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=8299832239396403215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/8299832239396403215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/8299832239396403215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-crafty.html' title='Feeling Crafty....'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3025709175639503065.post-3590597864128326779</id><published>2008-09-23T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:03:03.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Blog Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SNkRWcsSfmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/E93a0qZk5og/s1600-h/headphone+nugget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249245918033772130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="101" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SNkRWcsSfmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/E93a0qZk5og/s200/headphone+nugget.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Return of the B girl" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;      -Masia One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand, renewed and eager to start again. I had lived out of wordpress for a best a year. I hate the way It wont let me change what I want to change when I want to change it. And I just wont go back to diaryland, I've outgrown them... in many ways. Livejournal...well...I just wont. So Blogger was the next best thing...well, more like the only thing. so i'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this time is going to be different. Not sure how or even why but it will! More pictures (when I get a new camera), Less bitching (no promises), and more oddness (that I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; promise.) At anyrate, I'm sitting in my film, television and society class...so I guess I should pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^__^&lt;br /&gt;Odett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3025709175639503065-3590597864128326779?l=streetlightson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/feeds/3590597864128326779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3025709175639503065&amp;postID=3590597864128326779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/3590597864128326779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3025709175639503065/posts/default/3590597864128326779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlightson.blogspot.com/2008/09/return-of-blog-girl.html' title='Return of the Blog Girl'/><author><name>Odett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05646146507946786793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/TCtefFmsRlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Qd08ZF2XuBc/S220/human-vs-robot-07.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yA7QO2qbYo/SNkRWcsSfmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/E93a0qZk5og/s72-c/headphone+nugget.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
