<?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-3020488</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:37:24.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rantings</title><subtitle type='html'>It's me.  It's what I'm thinking.  What else can I say?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8974060</id><published>2002-01-23T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-23T10:50:49.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, apparently I've become very irresponsible.  This coming from the woman that takes three days off work and spends two of them solcializing with Elaine (the drunk who can't function without my mother's presencea t least three times a week).  Lets see, you wanna hear why I'm irresponsible.  There's two reasons.  Number one.  I failed one class throught my entire educational career.  I failed an elective class that in no way matters in my overall university degree.  It screws up my average and wastes the cource money.  I feel horrible for that, but I can't helop it.  I screwed up, I admit that.  What more can people want from me.  Number two.  She's pissed because i can't find a building downtown that she can't give me directions for to get my health card.  I come home to do homework and she jumps at me with all of this, thinking she has the right to scream at me.  I break down crying and tell her she doesn't know the helf of what she's talking about that maybe if she listened at all to me when she  asks how school is going, she'd know that I work, but she never listens to that.  Now that I am crying my eyes out so much that I can hardly breath, have a horrible headache and four hours of classes coming up, in which I have a presentation in, she feels bad and says we'll never talk about it again.  Which really means she's wrong and knows it but doesn't want to have to admit it.  She's making me a tea now.  Man, I gotta get outta here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8974060?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8974060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8974060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8974060' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8871659</id><published>2002-01-20T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T09:19:53.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, sorry I haven't blogged for a while.  I've been either too busy or too lazy.  I'm looking forward to my ski trip.  My mom is a bitch.  Tony and I are over our fights and my little sister has finally gained some independant thought.  Thats about everything thats new.  Need explanation....okay.  Well, the ski trip is self explanitory.  I'm going skiing with Tony and Kelsey and Sanjay for my 1 year with Tony.  My mom, well thats a bit more complicated.  As you probably all know, I failed my religious studies class last term.  My mother is not happy.  In fact, she's been down right miserable all week about it.  But see, I took that cource because I figured I could spend a lot more time on my important classes, and if I didn't get a good mark, it didn't matter.  Not that I expected to fail. But when you realy think about it, does one class matter.  I'm pulling off very good marks in all my other classes.  Plus, I worked my ass off this year.  Sorry if I'm not good at everything.  I guess it comes down to I broke her bubble that I'm perfect and she's having a hard time dealing with it.  She wants me to go to summer school.  I think it's a play to futher complicate me moving out.  So, I'm trying to get a job where I'm way up north without phones for 10 weeks.  i figure she can eat it and then I can move out a month after I get back.  Well, thats just one idea.  Tony and I arn't fighting anymore.  It's no-ones bussines why we arn't, but we solved (at least for now) our differaces.  My little sister finally sort of came up with an idea to do this weekend.  See, I like being a Big Sister.  I like Amber and her family.  I just hate trying to p[lan somehting fun to do every weekend.  If I could think of somehting to do every weekend, I wouldn't blogg at all...LoL...anyway, Amber is really shy and doesn't want to show any independant thought.  Needless to say, I dread calling because I have no money and therefore no idea's of what to do with her.  But today, I came up with a craft idea.  Idea:  we do a craft....LoL....her imput was baby shower stuff for her mom!  Yeah, Amber wants to do something!  So now I"m off to buy baby shower things...LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8871659?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8871659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8871659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2002_01_20_archive.html#8871659' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8801399</id><published>2002-01-17T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-17T19:06:49.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I was suposed to go up to the pheonix tongiht....apparently I fell asleep.  Now I'm to tired.  Sorry anyone who was expecting me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8801399?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8801399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8801399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8801399' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8612599</id><published>2002-01-11T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T16:06:35.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I"M SOOOOOOOOOOO BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I NEED SOMEHTING TO DO!&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Get your mind out of the gutter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8612599?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8612599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8612599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8612599' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8502157</id><published>2002-01-07T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-07T19:37:26.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently my mother is taking me to Florida next month.  She told me about her plans today.  I'd be extatic other than the fact that as of the weekend, if she went to Florida at all, I was under no circumstances invited.  Not that I cared.  Well, apparently she decided she'd be less bored with me there.  Boardom was her reason for not going.  So, in other words, I'm being used as a distraction to my mother.  If cource, setting me on a beach in the middle of the winter isn't a bad way of making me a distraction, however, it's still slgihtly annoying.  I'd rather think I'm invited becasue she enjoyes my company, not because she enjoys my company more than her mothers...LoL...But anyway, I'm going to Florida from the 9th to the 16th of February.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8502157?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8502157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8502157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8502157' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8482303</id><published>2002-01-07T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-07T06:14:25.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired.  I don't want to go to school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8482303?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8482303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8482303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8482303' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8470654</id><published>2002-01-06T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-06T18:51:51.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I got my first chianletter of the year.  You know, sometimes I almost feel bed when I don't send it out.  But then I think about how annoyed I was to get it and the fact that i would only send it to people I dont' really like and thats really mean, so I delete it just like everyone else does.....who realy sends those things on anyway!  It was bad enough when we got them from distant friends thorugh the mail, now I have to get them through email too.  I think I'll delete anyone from my list who sends me them.....LoL...Anyeay, went to church for a change tongiht.  It was fun.  I got to mock MiMi.  I hate that stupid bitch.  Anyway, I have a movie to watch, and a boyfriend to spend time with, so I'll talk to you all at school, or wherever I usually talk toyou.  Have a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8470654?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8470654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8470654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8470654' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8407932</id><published>2002-01-04T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-04T09:47:31.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys.  Good news.  I have the money I need to go on my weekend getaway.  It's only costing tony and I 100 bucks each.  Thats all it will cost Kelsey and Sanjay too, so they better be coming....LoL....Hint, Hint Sanjay.  Come on, it'll be fun.  It wont be the same without you guys.  You have to come with us.  I gave Kelsey a breakdown of all the details in writing so you have all the information.  The only thing left to do is book, but it has to be this weekend cause there are only three rooms at the B&amp;B I chose and it really is a nice place.  I dont' really want to have to pick another one.  So Come On.....LoL....anywhoo, going to exchange my boots at Le Chateaux today.  Hopefully anyway.  I hope they have my size after all this...LoL...it's such a pain to go all the way up there.  It's almost an hours bus ride up and an hour back.  My moms on her rag so she's pissy and wont drive me and I don't want to ask TOny because he's been working really hard and been stressed out and deserves to be left alone for a while.  And he's also been realy good to me the last couple of days.  I don't want to ask anymore favours.  I suckered Kelsey into going with me instead.  Thanks Kelsey.....Anyhooo, I have to go shower and all that boring stuff casue i still smell like smoke from the bar last night, not that it means anything, I'm just going to smell like smoke again tonight...LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8407932?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8407932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8407932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8407932' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8386513</id><published>2002-01-03T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T15:25:46.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, finally figured out whats going on for tongiht.  And what a pain in the ass that has been.  People from SOCS can't go.  We are now driving to cambridge to pick up a friend of mine and Larry and Eric have to take the bus.  What a pain.  But, it'll be fun.  Never making plans liek this again though.  Next time it's if you can't get there, you dont' go.  This of cource doesn't include Kelsey who'salways welcome to a ride.  Figured I'd better state that now or she'd think she's a pain or something....LoL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8386513?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8386513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8386513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8386513' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8376338</id><published>2002-01-03T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T08:47:22.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  You know, planning a weekend getaway sounds like fun right....don't do it...LoL...it's a pain in the ass.  Trying to find good rates, good places to ski....blah, blah, blah....so far I found a B&amp;B in Barrie for 100 bucks a night including breakfast.  It's a nice place with a hottub and fireplace (you share these) and trails outside to walk over.  Or I found  hotel in huntsville for 150 bucks that gets you an in room jucuzzi and fireplace.  The prices dont' really differ greatly.  My only problem is that I have an appt.  with a specialist for my Kidney Stones on Feb. 1st at 10am.  If Tony and I are planning to go up to Huntsville that screws up one day of skiing.  And whats the point of having a hotub if you can't go in it after a long day of skiing?  I'm thinking of seeing if Tony wants to go up for the Saturday, Sunday instead.  But then we arn't really doing anything on our 1 year.   Thats what this trip is to celebrate anyway....LoL.  Oh well, i guess I'll have to talk to him when he gets home.  I hate being at home when he's working.  I actually count the hours until I see him again.  It's pathetic.  I need a hobby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8376338?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8376338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8376338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8376338' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8350289</id><published>2002-01-02T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T11:47:56.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Guys, I need help.  My computer decided to format most of my files into something called a vbs script.  Anyone know what this is and how I can convert my files back.  I reformated my whole computer so as not to have it do this again.  However I still cannot access many of my digital camera pics that were previously changed.  This has been happening to all my mp3's and picture files for about a month or so.  If anyone can help, I'd be your slave.....LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8350289?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8350289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8350289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8350289' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8298227</id><published>2001-12-31T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-31T08:12:35.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone!  Well, happy new years I guess...LoL....I never realy liked this holiday.  To me it's just an excuse to give me a few more days off....LoL.  This year is more then usually dull.  My mom has decided that since she doesn't have a boyfriend she wants to satay home and be miserable all night.  Therefore I'm kicked out.  What I don't get is she's been miserable since boxing day with me here, so whats one more day of having me around going to do?  Anyway, we had plans at first to go to Niagra Falls with a few people.  My mom and a friend of hers and her firends daughter.  I liked those plans fine, but they got changed because my mom is miserable.  So now I have no where to be.  I would have been fine just staying home like every other night, but nooooo....LoL...anyway, a lot of peole were very nice and invited Tony and I out with them to parties and such, and as nice as thier invites were and as bad as I felt saying no, I just had to decline.  I don't knw why, but the last thing I want to do this New years is to party.  I'm not the party type and it seems everyone else is now.  I don't fit in, so why bother trying,especially on the get as drunk as you can day of the year.  Last New years was great, the one before that I was stuck at a party where the main focus was to piss off the non-drinkers...lets see, who would that be....oh yeah, ME.  I knw my firends arn't like that, but honestly, you try having a good time when you all alone in a group of people who see things completley different then you.  Drunk and sober don't go together.  When my mom was sober she dumped my dad, when she's drunk she's no better than he was.  See my point?  I could go on, but I'm sure no one wants to hear and and I'm sure everyone knows my opinion.  Basically it comes tot his, everyone has thier idea of fun, I'm just not pretending that my idea is the same as everyone elses anymore.  Whats the point?  I would have loved to just get together with a few friends, something small, but no-one else really goes for that anymore, to bad, that stuff was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8298227?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8298227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8298227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8298227' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8274964</id><published>2001-12-30T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-30T07:52:34.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Morning...Yesterday wasn't as busy as I hoped, but it was still a pretty good day.  I did get together with Amber....finally.  Her mom is the greatest.  She knows Tony and I are trying to move out, so she's giving us tons of stuff.  So far I have a toaster, blender, knife set, new winter boots, new dress shoes...to come is a microwave, perhaps a new bed and just about anything else she isn't keeping.  Instead of saving all of her stuff for a garage sale she's giving it to us for free.  Nice eh.  Basically she needs stuff out casue she's havng her boyfriend, father of child to come, move in with her.  He seems like a very nice guy.  Anyway, everything that he has doub't of, II have dibs on.  Well, anyway, today is busy.  I'm going to exchange my boots my mom bought me at Le Chateaux at noon, and picking a few things up while I"m out for my mom.  Then I'm going to Kelseys for a bit (I get more presents!) and then home for a while for supper and to change and call LAryy and then I think the plans are that we are going to to playpool and then come back here to watch Shrek.  Larry hasn't seen it yet.  I love busy days!  Anyway, Tony is out of the shower so I better get a move on getting ready to go.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8274964?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8274964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8274964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_30_archive.html#8274964' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8254298</id><published>2001-12-29T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-29T08:04:46.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Mornign Everyone.  Well, I'm hoping today will be busy.  I'm trying to get together with AMber (My little sister) but like always (since Hallowwemn anyway) I doubt I'll be able to.  Now she's always busy.  But, I'll get blamed fopr it next followup.  I hate the system.  After I do, or don't, get a hold of Amber I'm going to try for the kilbillianth time to get a hold of my friend Larry.  He's back from University in sudbury for the holidays and I haven't been able to get together with him yet.  I doubt he hreads these, buit if he does...CALL ME BACK!!...LoL...he probably doesn;t even know I called.....Anyway, off to start  my day.  Byt he wasy, never let TOny make you breakfast.  He's a terrible cook.  No offence to him, I love him, but Mcmaster makes a better breakfast.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8254298?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8254298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8254298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8254298' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8241905</id><published>2001-12-28T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-28T16:14:29.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tony and I went to buy fish tonight.   My tank looks great.  I bought two sharks, four tetra's and four danio's.  THey are all diferent though.  Anyway, had to mention it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8241905?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8241905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8241905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8241905' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8212811</id><published>2001-12-27T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-27T10:44:33.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone.  I hope Christmas went well for all of you.  It went well for me.  Tony's family kept me a little on edge, but overall they were very nice.  I didn't much like the stragically placed reminder that I'm too skinny from Tony's mother in front of everyone.  Maybe she was pissed about the short skirt?  Beats me.  I got lots of cool stuff.  From my mom I got PJ's, clothes, hooker boots, a new bathrobe (I gave the dog a haircut while wearing the other one, it's never been the same), silverwhere (for when I move out) and best of all a digtal Camera.  I think I mentioned everything.  But I'm not sure.  I kow I opened more than that, I just can't remember it all....LoL...you know your spoiled when.  The camera is really  cool though.  You should see the neat pictures it takes.  You will see them when Sanjay helps me make my new blog...LoL....hint hint.  Tony bought me a filter for my 100 gallon fishtank.  He then fixed the lid to accomodate it and took me to the fishstore twice in one day and helped me move Stythys and Trevor (it was a full day of work).  He also bought me a puzzle that I've had my eye on for a long time.  It's the neatest computer created scene.  I'm going to frame it when we are finished.  My Dad spoiled the hell out of Tony and I.  I got the fourth Harry Potter book, a bulldogs hat, fairy statues for my collection, a sixty dollar gift certificate for stitches (one of the only stores with my size of clothing), two very nice shirts, and a set of orange winter mits, scarfs and hat (for frost week he said).  The presents kept coming and coming.  Tony got shirts and a matching bulldogs hat from my dad and the first three Harry Potter Books, a knife set and a chisel set form my mom.  I bought Tony a buch of stuff.  I got him Worms for the computer (a kick ass, but cheewzy game) tickets to the headstones tonight, shreck and a few christmas tree ornaments in his stocking.  See what I mean, the presents go on and on.  I think I've bragged enough though.  Talk to you all sooon, I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8212811?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8212811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8212811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_23_archive.html#8212811' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8078589</id><published>2001-12-20T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-20T10:57:56.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys.  Just killing time waiting for Kelsey.  Talking to Mike on ICQ.  He just got back from Calgary.  Went to see Loard of the Rings yesterday.  Best movie all year.  I haven't read the books, but if they are anything at all like the movie, no wonder everyone goes nuts for them.  I'm working again tonight.  It's probably my last night shift.  I dont' think they will need me Saturday and Sunday.  if they do though I'm working it cause after tonight I'm all paid off to my mom and the rest of my money goes strait to me...LoL...That makes a big differance eh.  Sanjay, I know what your getting for christmas....LoL...I'm going with Kelsey to get it right now....LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8078589?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8078589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8078589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8078589' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8058918</id><published>2001-12-19T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-19T17:15:11.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got to see the movie!   Great movie too....Lord of the Rings...if you didn't know what I was going to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8058918?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8058918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8058918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8058918' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-8052210</id><published>2001-12-19T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-19T12:16:51.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrrrrrrrrr...stupid FTP sites.  I give up!  Well, for now anyway.  I'm just killing time waiting for OTny so we can be late for the movie and not get to see it.....I'm pree venting.  Oh well.  My mom made plans for tony and I and her for New years.  I know, cheezy, spending New years with my Divorced Mom, her should be divorced friend, her friends daughter and my boyfriend sounds like a nightmare, but I am really looking forward to it.  I love Jonie (my moms friend) and Amanda is the biggest sweetheart ever.  Niagra Falls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-8052210?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8052210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/8052210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_16_archive.html#8052210' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7839901</id><published>2001-12-11T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T10:11:35.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a test...don't mind me...I'll probably write this a million times today....LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7839901?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7839901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7839901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7839901' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7838539</id><published>2001-12-11T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-11T09:17:49.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey eceryone.  Tony bought me a corset for my B-day.  It's really nice and it goes great with a formal skirt I already own.  Now I have something to wear to the nutcraker on friday night.  I go to the ballet with my Papa every year for my B-day.  THis is our third year going.  Anyway, can't chat for too long.  I have chores to do....LoL....C-ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7838539?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7838539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7838539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7838539' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7801179</id><published>2001-12-10T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-10T04:42:48.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  I just got off of night shift.  Yeah me....LoL....don't you hate how your so tired you feel like yoou could just curl up and die, yet you can't sleep....LoL..that was me last night after nights and all yesterday and all last night and now it's even worse....LoL...now I"m sore form a night of lifting, running and fihting with a machine.....believe it or not though, I'm in a great mood.  Other than the curling up and dying tiredness, I feel really good.  I got all of my CHristmas shoping done yesterday.  Everything is finsihed and I have money to spare for once.  I'm probably going to go downtown and try my luck at handing in a few resumes for summer jobs today (if I get in and then out of bed at a decent time).  Well, I'm oging to stop stalling and try to get some sleep.  Talk to ya'll later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7801179?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7801179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7801179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_09_archive.html#7801179' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7729129</id><published>2001-12-07T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-07T08:11:56.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Me&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you get the point.  I won't annoy evewryone, including myself with the whole song....LoL....Well, so far so good.  I finished answering Santa's mail (I voluneer to reply to kids santa letters through the post office.  I do about 50 or 60 a year), I don't have an exam today, it seems like it's nice outside.  I'm a little bored, but Kelsey is coming over for a bit, and by then my mommy will be up and she can cater to me....LoL....You know whats good about divorce (this is going to sound realy sick...LoL) I get two presents now.  One from my Mom and one from my Dad...LoL...beofre it was one from my mom, with my dads name stuck on (in my mom's writing) on the card....LoL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a differant note,&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey and I have to come up with a religion.  You see, I have this final I'm going to fail.  I figure I might as well do a saved by the bell type of thing and fail with style.  It's a religious studies class so I figure if I come up with my own relgion and write the test from that, I can enjoy my manitory 45 min. and the marker will at least get an interesting piece of work to mark.  Any suggestions froa new religion can be mailed to:&lt;br /&gt;Charlene at -  alisiaperne@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all I have to say for now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to ya'll later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7729129?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7729129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7729129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7729129' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7702294</id><published>2001-12-06T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-06T10:36:23.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, can I still drop a class....LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7702294?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7702294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7702294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7702294' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7641909</id><published>2001-12-04T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T12:19:51.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whitissims from my mother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to the Scarlet Letter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's to fucking short.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone except Hester shuld embrodier L, for LOOSER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7641909?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7641909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7641909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7641909' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7637136</id><published>2001-12-04T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T09:06:03.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE ESSAYS!  I HATE EXAMS!  and just think, I'm doing fairly well so far....LoL...Imagine my anger id I were going poorly?...LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7637136?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7637136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7637136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7637136' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7636265</id><published>2001-12-04T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T08:32:01.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I might not be working Christmas Eve....Whoooo-Hooooooo!  Anyway, how is everyone?  I'm doing so much better.  I was all stressed out last night becasue I thought I was going to fail my Drama exam, but now I think I'll do alright.  I have the textbook to read still, but as for my lecture notes, and the plays themselves, I'm set.  Now, if only my American Lit essay was anywhre near done.  You see, I thought it was, but then I read it over yesterday and decided I didn't, for the most part, like it all that much.  Now I"m re-writing it...LoL...I'm an idiot.  I know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANJAY!  Can you show me how to make a cool blog.  I swear, I learn fast.  I just want to know so I can put cool things on my site.  Right now I don't even have links...LoL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, off I go to annoy my mother.  I haven't talked to anyone all morning.  I'm going crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7636265?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7636265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7636265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7636265' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7614235</id><published>2001-12-03T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-03T14:38:10.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  So, it's almost christmas break.  I atart working on the 9th.  I got my hours at the post office and they suck.  I almost wish I didn't get in.  I'm working every weekend in december (not the 7th or 8th, thank God, it's my B-day on the 7th).  I'm working days saturdays and nights sundays.  Not that that is so bad in itself, but I'm working from 2am to 7am christmas eve.  That means I will be getting hom at 7:30 christmas morning.  I'm going to be so tired! And I don't get to spend christmas eve night with my family.  I guess I get to be around until 1 or so, but then I have to go to work.  It's not fair.  On a good note however, I got a B- on my english essay.  The teacher went on and on about how low the marks were.  I was scared shitless I failed or something.  Boy was I ever ecstatic when I got mine back!  Anyway, I better go.  I have my Drama final on Wednesday and I have to start studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7614235?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7614235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7614235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7614235' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7577703</id><published>2001-12-02T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-02T06:20:24.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do boys have to be so stupid?  Like look at Tony for example.  We have to be at Sears at 10:15 for pictures.  He insists on setting the alrm for 8:30 so he can shower.  I set mine for 9 so I get up when he's done.  So his alarm goes off.  Instead of going to get ready he buggs me to wake up.  I ignore him.  I already told him when my alarm was set for.  I go back to sleep.  I wake up just before nine.  He's still in bed.  He should be getting out of the shower, but he's not.  I tell him to go get ready or he's not getting ashower.  He gets all sulky about not spending time tih me awake!   I wanted to sleep, that was my entire point of the half an hour differance in the alarm.  Whats the point of me getting up wasting time waiting for him in the shower like I am now.  And now to top it all off he;s going to sulk and waste even more time.  If I'm late, he's dead.  I'm sick of always having to stop and kiss, stop and hug.  Stop for every fucking stupid whim he has.  DO you know how late he makes me for everything&gt;?  And if I don't, he plays the whole you never pay attention to me, you don't love me sulking crap!  Like I dont' pay attention to him.  THe only time I ignore him is when I'm trying to sleep and when he's playing stupid videa games.  Other than that, he gets attention.  IT's just not always the kind he wants.  Dammit, you'd think he never gets that kind of attention from the way he acts.  IF youcan't tell, I'm getting pissed....LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7577703?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7577703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7577703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_12_02_archive.html#7577703' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7565020</id><published>2001-12-01T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-01T14:55:44.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  Finished my Christmas shopping today.  Now, if only my homework would get finished.  Oh well, what can ya do?  Just saying hi so I can't be told I don't blogg.  Miss everyone already.  I don;'t think TOny and I are going to formal.  Both of us are kind of broke.  I can afford the ticket, but nothing else, so there isn't really a point of going.  We'll see though.  But I better head out, I have to biuy nice clothes for pictures tomorrow.  Mom, Gram and a bunch of other family people have been bugging me to get pictures done so I have to....LoL...not that I really care.  It's just kind of pricey.  But anyway, bye-bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7565020?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7565020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7565020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7565020' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7508301</id><published>2001-11-29T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-29T12:39:47.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BEST DAY THIS WEEK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 72 % on my Drama essay.  Whooo-Hoooo!  Oh and today I had visitors in womens studies.  Paul, Greg and Lisa came to watch our movie.  Entitles Erotica, or exotica, I can't remember.  Not that it matters.  It was basically porno.  No sex yet, but a lot of naked chicks.  My catholic girl costume is better than the strippers in the movie.  And casey Jones play a slimeball again (Casey Jones meaning Antonio Bandaris, or however you spell it)  Anyway, lot to do, gotta go.  Love ya all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7508301?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7508301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7508301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7508301' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7500488</id><published>2001-11-29T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-29T07:03:11.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, this is the responce paper I just handed in.  If there is anything wrong with it, I dont' care, but I thought some people would be amused. It's all the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Anthropometry of Barbie&lt;br /&gt;She’s still Pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Barbie’s social calendar is always full, and the stories in her fan club magazines show her frequently engaged in the preparation for the rituals of heterosexual teenage life: dates, proms, and weddings.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“”We might say that playing with Barbie serves not only as a training ground for the production of appropriately gendered women, but also an introduction to the kinds of knowledge and social relations one can expect to encounter...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	The above Quotes and the argument made on anorexia and other eating disorders will be the topic of my response paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	Barbie, at least when I was a child, was the most popular girl toy on the universe.  I say that with sufficient proof in the article to back me up.  Being so popular, the toy developed it’s own personality.  However, it always seemed a very limited personality.  There wasn’t much one could do with a Barbie, other than play out her already critically defined roles.  I was a tomboy.  I owned three Barbie's.  One suffered a drastic haircut so she could go to war with my best friends oversized G.I. Joe’s.  My second Barbie lived with eating disorders.  I thought she was too skinny, so I made her extremely fat.  My third Barbie had hair down to her ankles and was in very good condition, except for the tiny black markings on her face, making her a “Goth” Barbie.  When I was a child I thought Barbie stood for the weak and overly feminine things girls were pushed into doing, whether or not those roles suited their own personal ideals.  &lt;br /&gt;	As mentioned, I was a tomboy.  I liked playing war, cops and robbers and ghost busters.  All of my friends were boys.  Barbie needed to change drastically to fit into my world.  She needed to have some decent play clothes, get rid of that hair her mother would always be brushing (I had very short hair) and meet some friends who had a variety of hobbies, not a single compulsion to spend money.  Therefore, in my backyard, Barbie joined the army.  Of course, Mattel had Barbie join the army too, but she was still in a dress.  Now, how can one expect to be treated like an equal soldier, with hair down to their buts and legs dangling out of a mini-skirt?  I didn’t buy the charade.  &lt;br /&gt;	My second Barbie was way too skinny.  As a child, and even as a young adult I am constantly criticized for my weight.  Many of the girls I knew used to say I was as skinny as a Barbie; that I needed to eat.  Doctors questioned me for anorexia.  I was skinny, not sick.  In my mind, Barbie’s weight was something to play with.  Being skinny wasn’t good, perhaps being fat was.  I had one Barbie that if life-size would have probably weighed somewhere around 250 pounds.  Needless to say, she didn’t go out much.  However, I did learn that when it comes to physical appearance, beauty is subjective.  Although fat, my Barbie still had a pretty face and a nice pair of legs. &lt;br /&gt;	As a child I always wanted long hair.  I thought that when I got older and could brush my own hair, it would be down to my ankles.  When a Barbie with that length of hair was released into stores I bought it with my own money.  The only thing I did to this Barbie was draw a small cross under her right cheek.  Earlier that day I had seen a girl at with black make-up and liked the way it looked on her.  I thought that perhaps it would look good on my doll as well.  Barbie has always signified the lily-white part of our society.  She is the eternal good girl who does her chores, baby-sits her sisters, wears a dress whenever it’s appropriate and never, never has sex, but is of course she is as strait as an arrow.  Barbie signifies perfection in a way I don’t and never have agreed with.  Why can’t Barbie go out late at night, wear black lipstick, maybe dapple in lesbianism.  We have a diverse society.  Mattel put a “black” doll into stores.  Their idea of diversity is a bigger behind.  The introduction of racially distinct dolls does show a movement, but a slow one.  When will all little girls be able to look at Barbie and say, I can be like that, and mean it.  &lt;br /&gt;	Barbie is said to hold the dreams of little girls.  I want to know why, if she was supposed to be holding my dreams, did I have to change her so much to suit my life.  I pity the girls who lack the imagination to change characteristics of their Barbie’s that don’t match with their own ideals.  I feel bad knowing that some girls will still try to conform to that small part of society that still thinks women belong only in malls and kitchens.  The above quotes, put forth as an argument for Barbie, only make me dislike her more.  Girls have other things to do besides date and get married.  Not all girls fit into a specific mold.  Some girls like other girls.  Some girls want to be boys.  Some girls don't’ like the color pink.  No-one needs to “gain control “over their body by loosing so much weight as to look like Barbie.  It’s not healthy.  Barbie’s not healthy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7500488?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7500488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7500488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7500488' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7457676</id><published>2001-11-27T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-27T18:49:20.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, so much for things slowly getting better.  My wrist now hurts like a son of a bitch!  Don't know what I did, but it hurts.  Oh, and Tony got in an accident.  Apparently it's not really his fault.  I wasn't there, so I don't kow but anyway, he got a ticket and now he has to fight it or loose his licence.  Not to mention his car needs to be fixed.  Everytime the poor guy gets things going for himself again, something screws up on him and he has to start all over again.  What happened to good old justice and fair fates.  I think we should demand the Gods of the Ancient times.  At least we could whine to them.  Life sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7457676?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7457676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7457676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7457676' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7445611</id><published>2001-11-27T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-27T10:52:45.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  It's the last full week of classes!  I have one essay due and then I'm done fr Christmas Holidays!  I've been out of commission so I'm a little behind, but what can you do?  As long as I read up a little over the holidays I'll be fine.  I only have one, well, two midterms.  One on the fifth (Drama, very important) and one on the 18th (religion, not in the least important) and then I'm done.  Boy am I looking forward to this break though.  I need the holidays so bad this year.  It's been a sucky year hasn't it.  More work, less things to do, and even less people to do those things with.  Well, maybe next semester will pick up.  Once everyone has had a rested break, we'll all feel a bit like rejoining the rest of the world...LoL...I know I'm looking forward to a nice relaxing holiday.  Talk to ya'll later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7445611?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7445611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7445611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7445611' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7386383</id><published>2001-11-25T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-25T07:32:44.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sanjay and Kelsey bought me get well flowers!  And chicken Soup...did you know Chicken Soup cures everything.....EVERYTHING!..LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7386383?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7386383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7386383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_11_25_archive.html#7386383' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7327125</id><published>2001-11-22T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-22T12:27:00.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I know it's been a while.  I've had so much homework and I haven't been feeling all that great either.  Finally found out why though.  My trip to emergency yesterday helped...LoL...I have kidney stones.  I thought only old people got them, but apparently not.  Anyway, two days of school missed, a test and a presentation.  Oh well, what can you do right.  I'll be around again tomorrow I think.  Monday for sure.  Talk to ya'll later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7327125?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7327125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7327125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7327125' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-7276382</id><published>2001-11-20T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-20T14:01:30.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, just sending out a hello to Sanjay and a promice that after he helps me set this blogg up on another server I'll write more...LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-7276382?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7276382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/7276382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_11_18_archive.html#7276382' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-6858678</id><published>2001-11-04T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-04T10:27:07.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, sorry it's been a while.  i've been bogged down with homework and entertaining company (take that as youwil...LoL) anyway, I hope everyone's Haloween was good.  Mine was so/so.  I'm not going all the way to toronto next year, I'll tell ya that much.  Anyway, I started my christmas shoping two days ago.  I only have my Dad, Amber (my little sister) and TOny left to buy for.  Everyone else is done.  Well, I have christmas cards to get as well, but thats a little differant.  School sucks..  I can't get my essays written.  I'm brain dead and nothing is coming out write on paper.  I need a holiday....LoL....doesn't everyone.  Oh well, not to long before christmas holidays.  I passed the test for the post office (i don't want to get made fun of for that, it was all math) so bnow I just have to hope I get a few shifts for christmas cash.  Anyway, I'm off to go shopping.  Talk to ya'll later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-6858678?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6858678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6858678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_11_04_archive.html#6858678' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-6633160</id><published>2001-10-26T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-26T06:08:50.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Hallloween...well Pub Night anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of Halloween and all things evil, well to h...heck with that......all things suposidly evil....LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"women must have secrects".&lt;br /&gt;"why"&lt;br /&gt;"Because, between a man and a women, there must be mystery"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSEBUD IS HIS SLED.  When silence was the only response, Hell sighed.  GET IT?  NO MYSTERY.  ROSEBUD IS HIS SLED......DOESN'T ANYONE CARE ABOUT THE CLASSICS ANYMORE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-6633160?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6633160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6633160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6633160' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-6633097</id><published>2001-10-26T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-26T06:05:36.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone see Josie and the Pussycats?  I love this song, as well as others, but the lyrics here are just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come On"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I'm just looking for&lt;br /&gt;A real good time all right&lt;br /&gt;Can you guarantee me satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;Need some action&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get it tonight&lt;br /&gt;So I'm telling you, boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;That you've never met&lt;br /&gt;A girl like me before&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna wait a long time&lt;br /&gt;Better make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Are you in?&lt;br /&gt;Are you out?&lt;br /&gt;Shake it up&lt;br /&gt;Shake it down&lt;br /&gt;Wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;Wanna shout&lt;br /&gt;Give it up&lt;br /&gt;Get it on&lt;br /&gt;Or get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I've got my&lt;br /&gt;Pick of any toy, little boy&lt;br /&gt;Replaceable&lt;br /&gt;Disposable&lt;br /&gt;Fully action poseable&lt;br /&gt;When everything's said and done&lt;br /&gt;There's many more&lt;br /&gt;Where you came from&lt;br /&gt;Don't just stand there looking dumb&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're the lucky one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait around for you&lt;br /&gt;It's not a mystery&lt;br /&gt;(So come on)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait around for you&lt;br /&gt;Be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in?&lt;br /&gt;Are you out?&lt;br /&gt;Shake it up&lt;br /&gt;Shake it down&lt;br /&gt;Wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;Wanna shout&lt;br /&gt;Give it up&lt;br /&gt;Get it on&lt;br /&gt;Or get out&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat to fade]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-6633097?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6633097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6633097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6633097' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-6502646</id><published>2001-10-21T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-21T09:15:56.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  Hows life?  Mine stinks.  I'm so bored.  Doesn't anyone do anything besides Pub???????  We used to go bowling, toboganning, out for icecream, shoping, coffee, movies, roadtrips.  You all suck!   Anyway, I'm thinking of having my party on the second weekend of Nov.  but it's not for sure yet.  Everytime I pick a date someone gives me hell.  I hate you people...LoL....let me have my dambed party....LoL....I'm just killing time ont he net.  Tony's still in bed and I'm yet again bored out of my tree.  I need a new, free hobby....LoL...well, believe it or not, I'm outta things to write.  Talk to ya latetr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-6502646?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6502646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6502646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_10_21_archive.html#6502646' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-6436182</id><published>2001-10-18T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-18T09:41:51.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone.  I'm at Tony's skipping school.  Have you ever been so tired you cried for no reason, that was me this morning...LoL...Tony decided to take me home instead of to school.  I feel bad for skipping, but what can you do?  I have a midterm tomorrow in Drama.  I'll do well I think.  I mean, I studied, thats a start right...LoL....I'm still trying to set up my blogg on geocities so if anyone wants to help a computer illiterate dosomething really easy that only looks hard to them please do.  CauseI'm an idiot and can't do it myself...LoL....Anyone busy this weekend?  I know Stacey is...LoL...She's anti-social now.  Anyway, gotta go.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-6436182?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6436182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6436182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6436182' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-6416470</id><published>2001-10-17T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-17T15:16:50.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SANJAY!  When you get back can you help me with my Blogg?????????/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-6416470?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6416470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6416470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6416470' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-6411060</id><published>2001-10-17T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-17T11:30:31.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet today I didn't go to my tutorial...LoL...I didn't want to get out of bed before 10!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-6411060?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6411060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6411060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6411060' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-6353845</id><published>2001-10-15T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-15T08:57:03.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just sent a whopping of a lie to my bible class teacher about why I haven't been in tutorials and asking how I sing up for one...LoL...I feel guilty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-6353845?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6353845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6353845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6353845' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-6352211</id><published>2001-10-15T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-15T07:39:02.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I'll probably be on and off this thing today.  I'm dedicating Monday and Tuesday this week to catching up on the work I missed from being sick last week.  And I'm actually going to my bible class.  I think.  I might chicken out again at the last minuit.  I hoipe everyone had a good weekend despite the rain.  Rain sucks.  Notice as soon as the weekend is over its a bautful day.  I dont' mind the rain to much except when I planned to do outdoorsy stuff and who I planned these things with is afraid of a little rain....LoL...anywa, back to homework, enough talking.  I'll be back of course...LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-6352211?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6352211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6352211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_10_14_archive.html#6352211' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-6293158</id><published>2001-10-12T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-12T11:47:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't mind me, just trying new tamplates cause I'm bored at home instead of shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-6293158?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6293158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6293158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6293158' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-6292508</id><published>2001-10-12T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-12T11:11:05.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope everyone who I was suposed to go shoping with today is having a wonderful time.  Nice of you all to wait five minutes for me, really appriciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-6292508?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6292508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6292508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6292508' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-6263505</id><published>2001-10-11T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-11T08:29:22.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Morning everyone.  I feel almost back to normal now.  I could have gone to school today if my mom hadn't made my dentist appointment for the middle of the freaken day.  Thank you lisa for offering to take my notes for me in the man hating class.  Not that she reads my blog but I thought I'd share how nice she's being   :-)  Anyway, I'm going langerie shoping tomorrow just for the hell of it.  Nicks going with us so I figure it's worth going.  Plus, I could use some new jammies.  I haven't baught anything recently other than haloween stuff.  I feel awful abotu Sanjay paying for the bulldogs game for me!  Especially casue technically I have money, it's just pre-spent on things like my sears bill and food.  Yes, I do eat...LoL...I'll pay him back when I get a job!  I will, so don't you make that face Sanjay!  Anyway, I appriciate it all the same.  I'm working on a date for my party.  I'm not sure if I want to make it a halloween party or just a party.   I can't decide.  I need imput.  Maybe I shoudl come around SOCS more often and get some imput then eh....LoL..anyway, off to my dentist appt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-6263505?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6263505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6263505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6263505' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-6248454</id><published>2001-10-10T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-10T17:01:32.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys.....I have all the material for my halowwen costume now....all I have to do is sew the pants and add the trim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-6248454?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6248454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6248454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6248454' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-6246815</id><published>2001-10-10T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-10T15:37:03.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  I stayed home again today.  I figured I owed it to myself for handing in my essay five days early for the only class I had today.  Plus, I still didn't feel all that good.  I feel a bit better now though.  I got my GST cheque today.  It's amazing how not far 50 bucks goes when you've been broke for months.  I need a job, but I guess you all know that...LoL...I've been doing reasearch on cats for the last few days.  I've decided that it's really not the huge of a differance between a dog and a cat for pet ownership responsibilities.  Just for closeness.  But alas, I cannot put a dog in an appartment.  I would have taken sneakers just becasue she's sneakers but thats differant and not important now.  THe thing I did realize though is that our SPCA's are outrageous for kitty adoption prices.  Many places charge only $40.  I want to adopt, however if I have to pay over a hundred bucks forget it.  I just don't have that kind of cash all at once.  I know it pays for needles and all that, but I can do that in installments on my own and I don't give a damb about microchipping.  My cat is never going outside.  Anyway, I still feel better about getting a kitten now.  Kelsey and I have been picking out names already anyway...LoL...I'm waiting for Tony to call right now.  He's moving piano's after work today so I wont get to see him until tomorrow.  I think I"m going through wqithdrawl...LoL...but seriously, I miss him.  I can't wait until we move in together.  I think his parents will make his life miserable for a bit, but overall it should be fine.  Tony has a job interview with another construction company tomorrow.  He hates working with his brother.  Feels like a baby-sitter I guess.  Not that Tony is exactly the responsible grown up type, but he's decent that way.  His brother is still of a highschool frame of mind if you ask me.  But thats just my opinion.  I don't know if I'm going to make it to school tomorrow.  My idiot mother booked a dentist appt.  for 11:45.  I have class at 11:30 until 2:30.  I'll completly miss my first class and probably be late for my second wich is a two hour lecture.  I hate going to class late!  Anyone want to go to my man-hating class for me.......I need to go cause I missed two already but I don't know if I can make it......AHHHHHH I hate appointments...LoL...anyway, better shove off.  I have some blogs to read...LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-6246815?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6246815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6246815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6246815' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-6224809</id><published>2001-10-09T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-09T17:23:40.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  I missed school today.  I might miss tomorrow as well.  I'm not feeling particularly well.  TOny's been sick for a long time and I"m starting to think whatever he had has beeen passed to me.  If one more person teases us about having mono I'm going to scream!  It's not mono.  Trust me it's not.  I know to many pople who have had it so I know what it is.  I think Tony's Iron deficient.  I think I'm just due for my three year overhaul...LoL...in other words my IBS, Migraines, cramps and whatever else I have kept uder control for the last three years is no longer under control and I need a new game plan.  However, I hate my doctor.  I'm going to see about going through the school for my pills and look for a new doctor some time.  I say sometime casue we all know that I have no intentions of looking until I'm in real pain.  Right now I'm not in real pain because hell, I can still fall alsepp....sometimes...LoL..Whats everyone up to this weekend?  I want to make some plans here people.  I miss everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-6224809?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6224809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6224809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6224809' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-6178552</id><published>2001-10-07T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-07T16:56:28.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!  Just got back from Tony's families dinner.  Having mine tomorrow.  It's been a bad semester.  Where is everyone?  I mis last years roadtrips and nights out, though they did inadvertantly cause me to fail English.  We need a roadtrip!  Any idea's.  I have a million, interested?  Just ask.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-6178552?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6178552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/6178552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_10_07_archive.html#6178552' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-5982426</id><published>2001-09-28T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-28T14:37:01.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.....taking my little sister to the Bulldogs game tonight.  Thats little sister as in Big/Little sisters organization, such previous statements usually leave people wondering if I have some half mutant sibling hiding in my attic like that episode of the simpsons.  No, I am an only child...LoL...It's been a very dull week, except for the case of the dissapearing class.  You see, I skiped a lecture this week because I felt that if I moved, I would puke.  A good reason right...LoL...anyway, I skiped a class and because of this I was decided not to miss lecture two of this week in said class.  I went to the right place, at the right time, but apparently my class went to the wrong place, or had the wrong time because I was the only one in class.  How come?  Beats me.  I hope I didn't miss anything important, like if my class is perminantly moved....LoL...anyway, thats my cute story of the week.  The onther is that the photocopier ate Jeff's cilibus....LoL....but it puked it back up after I got really mad and threatened it with a bottle of pop.  ANyhoo, cilibus crisisis over and Jeff, you will have your papers back on Monday, sorry for the delay.   NO luck on my job search, however this really annoying modleing agency keeps calling my cell phone.  I don't remeber how they got my numer, something last year and they wont leave me alone!  Anyway, I have cinamin buns in the oven so I better go.  Talk to ya'll later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-5982426?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5982426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5982426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_09_23_archive.html#5982426' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-5961464</id><published>2001-09-27T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-27T15:44:51.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a spray bottle...Kelsey will understand!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-5961464?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5961464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5961464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_09_23_archive.html#5961464' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-5880215</id><published>2001-09-24T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-24T07:06:40.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm Moving Out In April!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My mom sprung o n me that she was getting rid of sneakers (my dog) in the next few days/weeks.  I looked her strait in the face and saud if she wanted to wait six months I'd take sneakers with me.  She proceeded to tell me how stupid I was and how she wasn't going to help me at all, but I was smart...LoL...I showed her the budget Kelsey and I made (Thanks Kelse) showing that I didn't need a penny from her technically because if I worked my ass off I could even pay off my tuition....LoL...so basically I told her to screw herself in not so many words although I was tempted to be specific after all I'm being forced to say goodbye to the second pet my mom has gotten rid of, but anyway.  She changed her tune and is still going to pay tuition as well as give me tons of stuff to move out with and she is also going to phone her lawyer and see what, if anything, I will be getting from my dad when I leave.  If it's nothing I'm going to work something out to make sure I get something from him (secrets...LoL) anyway, Tony, Kelsey and I are moving in together in April.  Jusat thought I'd let everyone know...LoL...LoL....I'm excited, but I'm really nervous too.  Sometimes I'm extatic and other times I wish I had not lost my temper and got all the ends straitened out first...Oh, did I mention she's even giving me a couch and living room tabble and endtables...LoL.....and a popcorn maker on my request...LoL...got to have all the nesesaries...LoL...anyway, I'm currently job searching so I'll talk to everyone at school sometime this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-5880215?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5880215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5880215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_09_23_archive.html#5880215' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-5830855</id><published>2001-09-21T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-21T13:09:48.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  Just touching base and saying hello.  I've been swamped with homework and such as well as trying to find a job so I haven't been posting lately.  I need a job!  I want out of my house.  I can do it too, i just need to start working, thats all.  Hopefully, I 'll get hired at the Mcmaster childcare centre.  I would love that, wish me luck.  Talk to ya all latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-5830855?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5830855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5830855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_09_16_archive.html#5830855' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-5765241</id><published>2001-09-18T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-18T12:48:05.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TONY IS PART OF THE CULT&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;HARRY POTTER CULT THAT IS&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;WE GOT HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-5765241?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5765241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5765241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_09_16_archive.html#5765241' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-5765231</id><published>2001-09-18T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-18T12:47:37.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, third week of school....LoL....seems it's been a lot longer.  It's nice to be back though.  Looking for an on campus job sucks ass though.  I haven't seen anybody!  I'm back in school and so is everyone else buit I haven't seen ya all.  Where the hell are you!  Buy me at the action...you have to buy lisa too though casue wea re paired together.  We figured if beaker baought us at least we could be together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-5765231?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5765231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5765231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_09_16_archive.html#5765231' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-5683084</id><published>2001-09-14T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-14T06:15:17.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  It's been ages.  It's no longer the summer...and for the first time I am far from disapointed.  I ended the summer with an excellent camping trip in alconquin park.  I"m getting the rest of the pictures on monday.  I can honestly say it was the best trip ever and I have to go back.  OUr first site kinda sucked.  It was plain and close to another site, but it suited us cause we just wanted to sleep anyway.  Our second site was a great place.  We were the last site on a huge lake.  No-one was around.  We were right on a point, we had a huge private beech just a small paddle away.  The carcass behind our tents kinda scared us...LoL...but what can ya do?  Our last site was just as nice.   We had another point, lots of room and friends (namely chickmuncks and an ifestation of mice.  One crawled up my leg!) and a very beautiful private beach with shallow water for a huge distance.  We didn't even mind that there was a dead guy barried there!  The paddle hom sucked ass!  It was so windy that we had to walk the last lake.  We didn't move when we paddled.  We wwere so tired.  Then Brets car broke down and that was a hassle, but he got itback a few days later.  Tony and were grumpy and faught becasue he was being an idiot driver but thats all over and done with now.  In all it was a great trip and we are planning onther one.  Perhaps in October if anyone wishes to be included.  I started this year off by being a SOCS rep.  So much fun, but exausting.  We had soem great frosht his year and I casued two car accidents by pretending to be naked on the corner advertizing for shinerama.  I still haven't caught up on my sleep, and this is going to be my first quiet weekend in almost a month now....LoL...not that I'm complaining, I love being busy.  Anyway, tiem to pay attentiopn to Tony, he's still sleeping!  If I have to wake up for school so does he dammit!....LoL....Talk to you guys later and sorry about the infrequency of this blogg, I'm back now....LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-5683084?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5683084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5683084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_09_09_archive.html#5683084' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-5260710</id><published>2001-08-23T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-23T15:28:53.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys,  Whats new with all of you?  I feel so out of the loop after a while.  Summer Holidays have thier perks, but also thier downfalls.  Take today for example:  I get Tony up for work at 6, give up going back to sleep at 7.  Get up, look for a job.  Give up looking for a job until someone at Mac answers thier phones.  Clean the kitchen.  Finish cleaning my room.  Watch morning cartoons.  Think, it's only 11!  Go back to the job search.  Chech on new treefrog and wake my mom up for work.  Hey, my mom showed interest in Stythys for the first time tody.  She came into my room on her own free will and said "Where is it?"  Thats pretty good for my mom....LoL....I wonder what she'll think when I get my new tank.  I keep hinting that I have one lined up like today I said that I was going to set up my tank along my empty wall.  I, with Tony's help, changed my room last night to accomodate a big tank.  I don't know what my mom is going to do when I get it.  To tell you the truth, my mom is a scarey person when she's mad, I'm quite frightened of her.  Anyway, thats about my day so far.  I cleaned after my mom went to work and now I'm back on the net for the upteeth time today.....LoL....I cant wait until the weekend when I at least have Tony to talk to all day....or bug all day depending on my mood....LoL...You know, I've succeeded in talking my dogs to boardom.  If you've met my dogs you can see how bad that is....LoL...they left the room on me!  Oh well, talk to you all later.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-5260710?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5260710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5260710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_08_19_archive.html#5260710' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-5220754</id><published>2001-08-21T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-21T16:28:53.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone....don't ya get sick of me saying nothing is new....LoL....well today I got ministered to by a realestate agent.  Thats new isn't it...LoL...No offence to anyone who hapens to fall into the catagory becasue everyone is entitled to thier own opinions and believes (which is point number one I get talked to about.  Apparently this is a Satanic device)  but I'm sick of these know it all Christians who think they are so perfect that they have to spred thier perfection to those who are less than worthy.  Not a lot of people do this, but it just seems like I keep meeting the ones who do.  I do not need to be saved!!!!!!!!!!!!   It's so annoying.  Anyway, just a few days before camping.  Still havent thought about meals or anything.  LEaving it to Tony.  He got me into it, he can plan it....LoL...Anyone know how I can go about figuring out my timetable?  I thought I had it figured out and I dont' want to wait till next weekend....LoL....I'm in a hurry.  I want to change a few courses already.  What can I say.  A C- kinda changed my opinion about religious studies cources a little.  I was sure I Aced it too.  No more opinion based courses for me.  Oh and anyone want to lend me the fourth Harry Potter book.  I own the first three and I'm currently reading number three again.  Yes, I'm reading over the summer.  I was going to read the Trial but I wasn't in the mood for it so i started Harry Potter again.  Well, talk to you all later.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-5220754?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5220754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5220754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_08_19_archive.html#5220754' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-5191040</id><published>2001-08-20T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-20T06:04:53.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;Not much is new and exciting around here.  Went to Lissa's party the other day.  Had some interesting conversations about the use of turkey basters and bra clips.  Very educational.  Been hanging aroune the house mostly.  Tony's back to work today.  My alarm decided to stop working at 4.20 a.m.  so he was half an hour or more late.  Hey, aat least I woke him up.  I could have left him sleeping to get even for his attitude the night before.  Can you tell we are fighting?....LoL....Oh well, it happens I guess.  It's his fault of course though....LoL....anyway, we are going to Algonquin in seven days.  I'm sort of excited and not so at the same time.  I have this nagging feeling about the people we are going with.  It's been a hassle to plan with them since we invited them, they are bringing people I've never met and I don't know,, but I just expect the worst from them.  I guess you can say we don't have the same idea's about what this trip is meant to be.  I made my intentions clear, but no one ever listens to me.  Until I'm screaming or decide to ignore them alogether, then all of a sudden, I'm worth talking to for a bit.  Figures right.  I've been trying to get a hold of my little sister.  I haven't seen her in over two months.  Everytime I call I get no answer or a busy signal and my health hasn't been all that good, so my calls are every two weeks or so when I feel up to doing something.  Should I feel bad?  I don't know if I should.  I do, but it's not like she makes an effort to call me at anytime.  I'd show up at thier house, but they recently moved and my mom lost the address when she unpacked the house for not moving.  ALl I know is thier phone number and that they live near Mike.  Oh well, if my headache goes away I'll phone her again today.  Well, I'm off to work on my book and clean my room.  Have a good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-5191040?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5191040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5191040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_08_19_archive.html#5191040' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-5113079</id><published>2001-08-15T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-15T16:17:03.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently Tony Has a few names: &lt;br /&gt;Your Pokéname is: &lt;br /&gt;Pikarino&lt;br /&gt;Profile&lt;br /&gt;You live in the arctic wastes of Nunavut, and your diet consists mostly of grass, wolves and coffee. &lt;br /&gt;Characteristics&lt;br /&gt;(Combat and Non-combat)&lt;br /&gt;You can throw evil glances. You can shoot hot death. You have a fear of slime. You can puke poison. You have propellors. You have goassamer wings. You can float in Mr. PiBB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-5113079?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5113079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5113079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_08_12_archive.html#5113079' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-5113044</id><published>2001-08-15T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-15T16:14:55.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thought this was Cute...compliments of Sanjays Blogg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pokeman Name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shateon&lt;br /&gt;Profile&lt;br /&gt;You live in the marshes of Ireland, and your diet consists mostly of insects, bats and beer. &lt;br /&gt;Characteristics&lt;br /&gt;(Combat and Non-combat)&lt;br /&gt;You can walk on Dr. Pepper. You can resist lava. You have night vision. You can puke fire. You have a cell phone. You can eat hot death. You can puke jet fuel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony;s Name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooyu&lt;br /&gt;Profile&lt;br /&gt;You live in the savannahs of Alberta, and your diet consists mostly of fruits, garbage and Dr. Pepper. &lt;br /&gt;Characteristics&lt;br /&gt;(Combat and Non-combat)&lt;br /&gt;You can walk on Dr. Pepper. You can breathe hot death. You have interchangeable body parts. You can resist sledgehammers. You can breathe acid. You can shoot 8-track tapes. You can shoot poison. You have intimate knowledge of kung fu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-5113044?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5113044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5113044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_08_12_archive.html#5113044' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-5112913</id><published>2001-08-15T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-15T16:07:01.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys.  Just got back from loads of camping.  I went away with the SOCS people for the weekend.  After the initial bitching period was over between us girls it went well.  Sometimes I don't know how we all get along!  I think we all needed a midol that weekend...LoL...anyhoo, things looked up as the weekend went on.  Lisa is now to be known as Legally Dead.  Stacey is Towel Girl (I'm refusing to call her anything else because of the untrue implications) and I am Cest-Fully-Clean (I was told to spell it that way.).  Cest as in Incest/insest...don't ask if you don't know.  After camping with the SOCS and Tony and Sanjay I stayed home for one night until going camping again.  Tony's off this week, so we decided to spend some quality time together....LoL....yeah I know, like we don't do that enough already right.  But anyhoo, we drove up to Turkey Point jsut outside port dover for two nights.  It's a nice place.  Not right on the water, but close enough.  Good for SOCS next year maybe.  Who knows.  Looking forward to my next camping trip in a week or so.  Going to Algonquin!  If I'm not at Welcome Week, i got in a fight with a bear for my food.  Or I'll say it's a bear, who'd want to admit getting thier ass kicked by a racoon!....LoL  Anyhoo,  I was going to say something else, but I forget what and Tony said I said enough alrady.  Talk to ya'll later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-5112913?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5112913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/5112913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_08_12_archive.html#5112913' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4984518</id><published>2001-08-08T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-08T15:37:45.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  Today was interesting.  I got along with my mother!  Not only did I tell her she has been a royal pain in the behind for months without being yelled at, I managed to make some valid points about how she treats me when the subject of school comes up.....yes, I am amazed...LoL....I found a mummified mouse in my couch today.  I know thats gross and I shouldn't tell anyone but I can't help it.  At least we know the poison is working....LoL...I also found out how unorganized everyone at SOCS is.  I would love to know when the meeting tomorrow is and whats going on for welcome day and camping on friday.  No one knows.It's seriously getting on my nerves.  But what can I do.  If anyone knows if there has been meetings for the BBQ group this summer, let me know cause if there has been, I missed them all.  I just assumed since I hadn't herd anything, there wasn't anything to hear about....LoL.....Well, I guess thats it for now....LoL...other than the fact that I'm talking to mike about trading him the old playstation he bought me for the fishtank that he bought me and still has...LoL...my mom will just keel over when I get a 100 gallon tank in my room.  I dont' even know if I should but I want it...LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4984518?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4984518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4984518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4984518' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4965574</id><published>2001-08-07T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-07T16:37:25.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LoL...one day I'm going to recruit someone to do that for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4965574?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4965574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4965574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4965574' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4957667</id><published>2001-08-07T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-07T08:33:08.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay guys...here I go again trying to post via ftp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4957667?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4957667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4957667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4957667' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4957225</id><published>2001-08-07T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-07T08:06:03.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys.  Good newws and Bad news.  Good news is it's a pretty day out....LoL...bad news is I had planned to call my little sister but I have a dentist appt. at 2 so I don't know if I can.  I"m looking forward tot he SOCS camping trip.  We get out rep suits!  I'm scared for my nickname now!  Someone actually knows a dirty story about me.  If the three of them know whats good for them they'll keep quiet.  I may not be able to get even through rep names but you have to sleep sometime!  If anyone knows exactly whats going on please tell me.  I have about a million questions about the weekend...LoL....I guess I'll just have to wait till thursday to find out.  More bad news...LoL...I have to clean my room today.....LoL....well, have to meaning that I want to see all the floor at once, not just when I kick around my clothes, Iguanna stuff and pictures.  Well, I guess I'm already running out of things to say.  Talk to everyone soon.....at camping for some of you.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4957225?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4957225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4957225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4957225' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4919619</id><published>2001-08-05T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-05T07:57:52.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  Yesterday was great.  BEst day of the summer so far I think.  Mind you, I got totally burnt to a crisp.  I can't even wear a bra!  Anyhoo, now I'm in the mood for going out and about.  Everyone else is still in bed.  Well, Tony woke me up and then decided he wanted to go back to sleep.  Which right now is relaly ticking me off.  But thats beyond the point.  Well, I just wanted to say Hi.  Talk to ya'll later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4919619?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4919619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4919619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_08_05_archive.html#4919619' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4904907</id><published>2001-08-04T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-04T06:39:13.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, just checking in before I go to a beautiful day at the beach.  Tony wanted a bunch of people to go but it's been narrowed down to him, lisa and myself.  Figures right....LoL...anyhoo, talk to ya'll later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4904907?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4904907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4904907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_07_29_archive.html#4904907' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4892113</id><published>2001-08-03T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-03T11:34:48.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at my new pet everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.geocities.com/meagainagainus/Stythys.html &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4892113?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4892113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4892113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_07_29_archive.html#4892113' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4890030</id><published>2001-08-03T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-03T09:23:20.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  Today has been dull so far but it's bound to look up.  I fell back asleep after getting Tony up and out to work. Not unusual except that I fell asleep with Stythys on my stomach and woke up with him eating my hair.  Probably not a very nutritious meal for an iguanna.  LoL.....for those of you that don't know, Tony got me a new pet for our 6 months.  He was suposed to get me something cheep.  I think he felt bad because it was a day late and I made him a personalized scrapbook thing that he realy liked....either that or he figured he might as well get a pet he likes cause he basically lives here.  Anyway, I neamed my Desert Iguanna Stythys after the Mrwellet in Terry Brooks novel The Wishsong of Shanarra.  For those of yout hat don't have a clue what a Mrwellet is it's a lizardish dwarfish manish thing.  It's basically a swamp creature and it's not very nice.  In this case, one stole the main character and locked him away in the lands most easily forgotten and most discusting prison so he could steal his magic voice.  Anywhoo, thats what I named him.  With Tony's permission after I convinced him that tthe names George and Clover were not cool names....LoL...I'm not so sure I like naeing him after a villian, but it was just to cool of a name to leave alone.  My mom isn't to happy.  She hears the word iguanna and thinks dinosour.  It's almost full grown now and it's only the legth of a stapler.  I don't think it will be a problem.  Plus, he's really friendly.  Likes to sit on my shoulder, stomach....wherever.  Likes Tony too.  Anywhoo....when I get up my site I'll pst a pic becasue he's really cool looking.  Until then, talk to ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4890030?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4890030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4890030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_07_29_archive.html#4890030' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4867857</id><published>2001-08-02T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-02T07:04:34.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, is it just me or is there something screwy going on with Kelsey and Sanjays bloggs.  When I put them on my site they were both working, not they both turn up Sanjays....Is this just me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4867857?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4867857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4867857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_07_29_archive.html#4867857' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4867680</id><published>2001-08-02T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-02T06:42:42.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm sick of Sanjays ICQ's telling me my blogg is down....LoL....I'm fixing it Okay!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4867680?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4867680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4867680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_07_29_archive.html#4867680' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4860646</id><published>2001-08-01T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-01T16:22:51.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everyone.  Well, today is Tony and I's six month aniversary.  Would be nice to see him soon.  But you all know Tony, makes a bunch of maybe plans and never sets anything down and therefore never has to cancel right...LoL....in other words, it's almost 8 and he has to work and therefore be home around 11 and I have yet to hear a knock at my door.  Oh well, I'm sure he trys very hard.  I shouldn't be upset right...LoL...I'll do the girl thing and pretend I'm not while I vent on here to you guys in secret.  After all, the effort I put into his gift when he hasn't gotten me one yet (he has very good reasons though and I'm not doing the girl thing when I say that.  He does have good reasons) the fact that I was under the impression he was going to be here for dinner, oh well, at least I have something to eat tomorrow and the fact that by the time he gets here there won't be anything to do isn't all that important right.  So I'm a little erked.  Oh well, at least I can vent here and be all happy-nothing's-wrongish when he gets here cause I'll be doing that....LoL.  Anyhoo....I'm suposed to be going to Lissa's on friday for a birthday dinner (Tony might be working Sat. though.  Again, nice of him to let me know in advance before I told Lissa, after checking wiht him, that we'd be there at 6 friday night and drive her here after.  Going to be a pretty late night so either he sin't working, which doesn't sound likely or we arn't going after all)  I'm going out tomorrow if it kills me.  I wanted to go out last Saturday but Tony again screwed that one up for me.  Sorry about that Stace.  I thought we were going, I really did.  I've decided that if he doesn't ask me to the formal in January before I get sick of waiting, I'm asking my neibour to take me.  He's more fun at dances anyway.  Tony already (jokingly) complained about having to go to formal.AAAAAHHHHHHHH, I don't want to complain anymore!  So anywhooo....whats everyone else up to?  I'm downloading ICQ right now so I might need everyone's number again.  I won't know until I try to load my old number, at which time I'll find out if I passworded it and if I still know the password....LoL....well, I guess thats it for now.  I need to find something else to do to keep me busy while I sit around and wait for my boyfriend.  Did I mention I was dressed up?  Not anymore....LoL....so skimpy clothes for Tony....LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4860646?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4860646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4860646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_07_29_archive.html#4860646' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4825667</id><published>2001-07-30T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-30T21:25:53.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I've temporaliy been out of a computer.  My computer decided to take a vacation and then it decided to call in sick and now I think it has decided to reek vengance on me for all the midnight papers I wrote and it started yelling at me (thats clicking loudly in computer language) and running slow and then it just well, stoped operating.  Needless to say this is my second computer replacement in two years.  Could it be me?????????  Anyhoooo...I'm back and getting things going again.  Just so everyone knows, I run through phases where I think I can get my blog running off of geocities.  I should know that I can't do this by my fourth failed attempt, however the urge will strike me one boring day when the boyfriend is working and I have nothing to do so Be prepared...LoL....Until then, I'm back up again and I'll post whenever.  I have a few sites to wwork on as well so this serves as a warning...LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4825667?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4825667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4825667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_07_29_archive.html#4825667' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4413153</id><published>2001-07-06T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T13:29:13.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I am officially pissed off at the internet.  I do everything I'm told and the damb website I make doesn't work!...LoL...you guys want to tell me how to do this so I can get it right when I get back....LoL...thanks.  Love ya all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4413153?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4413153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4413153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4413153' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4412761</id><published>2001-07-06T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T13:00:07.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.....Back to Geocities...LoL....now, lets see.  I signed up for both.  I put all the correct things in the corret fields and yet nothing shows up on the page.  HELP!??????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4412761?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4412761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4412761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4412761' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4412716</id><published>2001-07-06T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T12:57:11.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I'll try freeservers...LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4412716?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4412716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4412716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4412716' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4412553</id><published>2001-07-06T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T12:46:07.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Either I'm extreamly persistant, or just dumb.  That was a rhetoric statement by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4412553?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4412553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4412553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4412553' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4412497</id><published>2001-07-06T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T12:42:06.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LoL...I don't want to hear anything about my stupidity...nothing!  I'll get even if I hear anything.  I have pictures!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4412497?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4412497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4412497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4412497' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4412347</id><published>2001-07-06T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T12:33:41.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yet again, another try...LoL...sorry for the imense boardom my computer illiteracy is causing...LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4412347?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4412347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4412347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4412347' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4412260</id><published>2001-07-06T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T12:28:51.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys.  I"m back to it.  I need something to keep me busy today and probably later tongiht depending on weather or not Tony comes over (Pluging at Stacey again...LoL) and wether or not he stays (I'd plug at Tony, but he's internet absinate)  Anyway, I'm trying again to put this on a free-site...namely geocities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4412260?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4412260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4412260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4412260' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4408766</id><published>2001-07-06T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-06T08:35:13.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  I got approved for the classes I want to take.  THey wern't going to let me cause I got kicked out of English majours...LoL...no making fun of my spelling.  I don't want to hear it.  Anyhow, I'm off to Calgary late tongiht/early tomorrow.  I might get to see Tony tonight.  It's up to Stacey really.  Please follow through Stace, Please!  He's probably not going to have his licence back in time to come and see me when I get home.  He's waiting for a check to go thorugh so he can pay it all off, but like usual, the governemnt is not doing it's job.  If he dosn't pay it off today I wont get to see him when I get back and we might not go away with my mom after all.  Mind you I dont' know if we are going away with her, it all depends on my teeth....LoL....or lack of.  My mom says I won't be well enough.  Tony says I will.  Beats me.   I can fake it anyway.  Until I get there at least.  After that I can whine to Tony all I want.  I'm so glad things with us are okay again.  I was pretty sure it was over on the weekend.  I basically excpeted my singledom knowing that Tony is to stubborn to give in over anything and that I am the same wauy if something is important enough to me, which this fight was.  It was a take me or leave me situation......never been in one of those before.  one that I wasn't backing down from anyway.  I know it sounds dumb but Tony is to important for me to settle with.  Not only do I try to be completley honest with him, I say and do wahtever I want.  I hope he's the same way with me.  I think he is.  Either way, I couldn't let an issue go cause i knew it would jsut eat away at me and casue our relationship to fail anyway.  It was now or later in my mind and I wanted it to be now if at all so wwe could at least stay firends.  See what I mean, I thought it was over....LoL....sooooooo glad it's not.  I think I vented enough though.  I have packing to do for tongiht.  Talk to you all when I get back.  Have a good few weeks.  Best birthday wishes for the third time Kelsey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4408766?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4408766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4408766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4408766' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4391651</id><published>2001-07-05T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-05T08:51:45.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, it's been a while.  I've been busy.  I went away for the weekend with Tony's parents and it was awful.  His Mom wouldn't leave us be at all.  It was constant suraliance.  Even his Dad told her to leave us alone for a while.  Not to mention the fights Tony and I had.  It was just terrible.  However, even though it came close to goodbye, TOny and I are back to normal and the lessons we learnt are no more camping with parents (his, not mine) and no doing things to spite Charlene because unlike the Charlene of the past, this one will remain as stubborn and hotheaded as her counterpart...LoL..anyhooo....we've been lazing around my house all week sonce Tony's Dad hasn't needed him for work.  New job.  Something about building a new house and there's not enough work yet.  He'll be working next week.  We are thinking of making an apperance at the SOCS thing tonight at Alex's.  It's a possibility.  I don't know if TOny is staying tonight again or not.  He has to talk to his dad and see if he's working tomorrow first.  IT's a matter of planing really.  Tony and I are thinking about extending our ALconquin trip to six days.  We might as well take advantage of the weekend as well.  It's not like I'm working anymore so I don't have to worry about it.  I leave at 4:45 Saturday morning for Calgary.  I'll be home on the 17th.  I get my teeth out on the 18th.  If I'm coherant enough that weekend I'm going to Miskoka....my mom's friend has a cotage on the lake somewhere up there.  Mom doesn't think I"ll be well enough but I'm going to try and fake it.  ANy chance to go on vacation.  Anyhow, I have chores to do and a boyfriend to pay attention to so I better get a move on. Talk to ya all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4391651?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4391651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4391651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4391651' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4265993</id><published>2001-06-27T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-27T07:01:03.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  Look, two updates in a row!...LoL....well, I'm finished my job.  I left on good terms though.  I may even get re-hired in septemer.  TOdays the day I find out when I get my teeth yanked....ouch!  I don't like the idea of being put out.  I hate knowing I"m going to be unconcious.  Mind you, I'm not going to sujest otherwise....LoL...just thought I'd share that I don't like that idea...LoL...Yesterday I went to the drive in with TOny, Sanjay and Kelsey.  Kelsey got a new haircut.  I think it looks cool.  I want my hair like that...but I know it will never got hat way so I'm leaving mine the way it is...anyhow, back to the movie thing.  We went to see Crocodile Dundee and Evolution.  I think Kelsey was right when she said the Crocodile Dundee movie was better than Evolution.  Both were horrible.  Not that we expected them to be good.  It was an excuse to go out.  Thanks again eh guys...especially for the ride home.  I know it was late and all.  I hope work is alright today Sanjay.  I realized how bad I am at keeeping touch with everyone last night though.  I thik it's just that I hate the phone.  I like to see people, not talk on the phone to them.  It's not the same.  I'm sorry though.  I misss everyone!  I think I'll see more of everyone when Tony can drive again....LoL....it's so isolated without a car and I hate asking for rides.  Can't you guys all just move closer to me...LoL....Anyhow, I better go.  I have to go to the dentist to get my teeth cleaned and then to a specialist to talk about getting my wisdom teeth pulled.  Have a good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4265993?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4265993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4265993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_06_24_archive.html#4265993' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4247960</id><published>2001-06-26T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-26T05:43:16.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi everyone.  I know, it's been a while.  I've been in a pissy mood, or out and about.  Glad to say my mood has changed.  I sat at MAC for two hours the other day all by myslef on a bench in the area where the humanities people met on welcome week with my tea and it was such a good thing to do.  I feel so much better.  I had to quit my job.  I needed to much time off and felt bad doing it.  I feel bad for quitting too but it was the right thing to do.  I left on good terms.  Todya is my last day there.  I'm going to Calgary on the 7th to the 17th.  I'm kinda excited about that.  I don't know what i"m going to do without Tony for 10 days though.  That will be a new record.  We;ve onl gone for 4 and 1/2 days between visits and even thats a rareity.  I can't wait until this weekend....well, Thursday.  I'm going camping with Tony's parents this week.  It's going to be a little strange.  I haven't spent that much time with his family before.  I've went on day trips, spent the night at his house a few times, but this is more.  Not that I'm complaining.  I'm just never sure how to act.  His mom is so different from mine at times.  And she watches everything...LoL...now I know how Tony feels cause I do it to him!  I like her though.  I genuinly like her and Tony's Dad.  There are not many adults I can say that about.  And Tony syas they like me, so I should be fine....LoL....After I get back from that I'm packing to go away the next weekend.  I probably wont see Tony from the first of the month to the 17th because he can't get down to see me durring the week.  That sucks!  I just thought of that!  Oh well.  I was supposed to go to the drive in nthat weekend, but I'll be on a plane when they go.  I don't know.  I don't like the idea of Tony being by himself for that long.  Dont' ask me why.  I just feel a little aprehensive.  Meh!  What can ya do.  Well, I'm off to work.  Have a great day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4247960?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4247960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4247960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_06_24_archive.html#4247960' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4151915</id><published>2001-06-19T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-19T21:32:25.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey again.  I need a hobby.  I'm taking dancin next year at Mac with Kelsey (you better still be into that becase I can't go alone) and I'm looking forward to that.  however right now I think I have the summertime blues.  Nothing seems to be going right.  My mom doesn't think I should see my dad.  I dont' care either way because no matter what I feel bad.  If I see him he guilts me if I don't see him I feel guilty.  can't win.  Tony has been odd lately and I don't need that.  What I need is stability.  Good luck right....LoL....Things were easier when I had school and SOCS and all that to keep me busy.  Being at home all day really gets to me.  I run out of things to do.  Anyway.  I went to see Pearl Harbor.  Not my choice in a movie...LoL...typical American Bullshit....cliche after cliche after clishe.  It was so predictable.  I called the whole plot as soon as she met the guy with the odd name that sounds like ralf.  The only name I remember is Betty because she had her name on a missle.  Or whatever it was at the end....or what I thought for the third time was the ending.  It never wanted to end.  It jsut went on and on...kind of like this post....LoL....Anyhow, I'll probably be on again later.  Sleep hasn't kept me company either the last couple of nights so I'll probably post again.  Bye for now guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4151915?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4151915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4151915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4151915' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4143146</id><published>2001-06-19T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-19T11:17:13.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys.  I got sent home sick from work today.  Look what stress does to me guys.  Don't stress me out if you love me...LoL...anyhow it got to my mom and she decided that we are going to calgary next month.  She's booking the flight tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4143146?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4143146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4143146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4143146' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4138638</id><published>2001-06-19T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-19T05:39:25.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still in a bpissy mood.  Nerves make my stomache hurt.  You know what I mean Stace.  Remember New Years? Why are people so dumb?  I hate repeating myself!  No-one listens to me the first time.  No offecne anyone, I'm not trying to attack anyone through this.  Just venting.  Dumb questions over and over again are the biggest pissoff.  I'm so tired.  I haven't slept much.  I went to bed around 4 and woke up a lot before I dragged mybutt out of bed at eight to go to work.  Oh well.  Thats about all I'm going to get into today.  Have a good day everyone. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4138638?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4138638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4138638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4138638' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4134631</id><published>2001-06-18T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-18T21:16:06.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI guys.&lt;br /&gt;   Just a warning, I'm in a pissy mood so exp[ect my usual exagerations and venting.  Sorry.  I've realised today that people are stupid.  THe person is smart, but people are stupid.  I think something to that effect was said on Men In Black.  As quoted from the Sil (which I read today while waiting for an appointment with a stupid person liason) "I am an advocate of stupid people knomes.  Little knoms (Cousins of those who steal your socks and underware from the dryer) who run around and beat stupid people over the head with bats encrypted with the words Wand of knowledge, letting people know that they did a realy stupid thing so that they won't do it again"...minus the bad english and spelling it went something like that.  I thought the dumbest question I was asked today was do you wish your father and I were back together.  We can start with that one.  Well, if my mother knew me at all she wouldn't have asked that.  Of corse I don't.  For so many reasons I lost count.  What a stupid question.  However it wasn't the stupedist.  I shouldn't vent this, but I'm going to anyway.  You all know how I"m like with drinking.  Well, sor of anyway.  Let me kind of explain this one.  I wont go into it all becasue I don't want to share that much but basically I don't trust anyone when they've been drining, even one drink.  I know it's dumb, but if you ever have been around me you'll notice I disapear for long intervals form you if your drinking.  It's nothing personal.  It comes from my upbringing.  I grew up around drunks who were nice people until drunk.  They change.  I lost friends because they change when drinking.  It basically comes down to if you are drinking, I don't trust you.  I like you, may even love you, but don't get to close to me or I'll run.  Well, Tony asked me if it bothered me when he drinks.  That is the ultimate dumb question.  Unlike anyone else, he knows basically all the reasons I'm against drinking.  I'm totally honest with him about everything I feel shareworthy.  Yes it does.  Hello!  Think about it.  The only person I'm supposed to trust 100% of the time finds a reason I  can't trust them, even though I want to, and then asks me if I'm bothered.  Well, I quesss I should mention that never have I, not ever will I ask someone to change thier lifestyle for me.  It's not right and it doesn't work.  I did it without meaning to once and you all know what happened there.  The point is I feel guilty for being uncomfortable but there's nothing I can do about the way I feel.  So I'm screwed.  Well, thats my rant for today....LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4134631?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4134631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4134631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4134631' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-4065569</id><published>2001-06-14T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-14T06:29:57.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  It's been about a week or so since I posted last.  Sorry.  I've been busy, or sick or working or at school.  I'm done school for the summer now.  I think I aced it.  Well, at least a B.  Probably a bit higher.  Work is going alright.  I've discovered that I need time off though.  I'm getting my wisdom teeth out sometime this summer.  I'll need time off for that.  ANd because they don't schedual far enough in advance I needed to book four days for my canoe trip.  Oh yeah, if anyone wants to go on that it's the last week in august.  27-30.  Leaves me one day to recuporate for welcome week....LoL....busy!  Just the way I like it.  Tony is working with his dad now.  No more roofing.  He's doing much better.  Liking your job makes a huge impact in your everyday life.  My friend John just phoned to tell me he's a Daddy.  I thought she aborted.  Shows how much I know....LoL....Now I"m nosey though and want to know whats going on with him.  I worry about him sometimes.  He's the greatest guy but he often forgets to think before he acts.  If you couldn't tell already.  But in all seriousness, I miss him.  He is a realy good person, just needs stability in his life.  Back to things you guys will know about!....I want to go to wonderland.  I have a full weekend off this month.  The weekend of the 21st.  Help me!  I want to do something!  Well, I'm offf.  I have chores to do and it's gogeous out so I dont want to be stuck in the house and at the mall for too long.  Talk to ya all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-4065569?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4065569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/4065569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4065569' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-3963810</id><published>2001-06-07T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-07T06:05:23.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everyone.  I was suposed to have today and tomorrow off but someone called in sick at work so Diane called and woke me up.  I'm trying to kiss ass as much as possible so that if and when Tony plans that cannoe trip I can get time off without hassle.  Not that I think that will happen, but I'm trying.  Now I"m working 11 to 5 today.  Therefore I have an essay to work on for a while but seeing I just woke up I thought I'd let my hands adjust to typing by blogging.  You know how when you first wake up your really wweak.  Thats me right now.  I couldn't pick up the phone right...LoL.  Tony is going to tell me today if I'm going camping on Saturday night.  If not he's going to get droped off here.  I'm probably going out tongiht.  Dustin asks me to go to the bar every weekend.  Honestly, I worry about him sometimes...LoL...He never wants his g/f to go.....LoL...not that I"m complaining.  I find her a little annoying.  I hope he doesn't read this....LoL...Anyhow I can feel the keys under my fingertips now so I better get working on my essay.  HAve a good day everyone and think of poor little me stuck at work on my day off....LoL...at least I get paid late today/early tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-3963810?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/3963810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/3963810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3963810' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-3958205</id><published>2001-06-06T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-06T19:31:53.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay.  How do I upload an image to blogger.  I just can't find an upload option.  Please someone tell me....LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-3958205?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/3958205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/3958205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3958205' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-3957631</id><published>2001-06-06T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-06T18:50:24.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying again!  See what happens when I try to be innovative....LoL...I will learn though.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-3957631?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/3957631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/3957631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3957631' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-3944505</id><published>2001-06-05T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-05T19:59:26.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just testing my new template.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting isn't it....LoL...whoever checks well this is here...sorry.  I don't know why it did that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-3944505?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/3944505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/3944505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3944505' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-3940283</id><published>2001-06-05T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-05T14:49:45.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lend me your hand if we be friends - Midsummer Nights Dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-3940283?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/3940283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/3940283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3940283' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020488.post-3940215</id><published>2001-06-05T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-05T14:46:07.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.  Just herd i have to re-publish.  Not sure how to do it.  Probably pathetically easy.  I spent all of my day off rearanging my room.  I never noticed how much stupid shit I've collected over the last five years.  Even though most of it is totally iseless, I can't help but want to keep at least some of it but I have nowhere to put it all....LoL....Oh well.  My point was I spent my day off moving very heavy funrature and cleaning and writing an essay.  Then today I have to move stock all day....LoL....Figures.  OPh well.  At least I like my room again.  Wish it was in red and gold though.  But it would cost me to much to buiy all new stuff.  I might repain though.  I have to look into it.  Has to be blue though because my furnature is white.  I just have holes all over due to being impatient when haning pictures and using nails and screws that were way to Big....LoL...Tony is such a sweetheart though.  He made me shelves last night to fit into my closet so I could store my movies out of the way.  Byt he say he wants to get everyone together to go rock climbing some time.  I told him I'm up for it but if I die it's his fault.  He told me I'd have to haunt him so he wouldn't miss me.  I had to share that.  It's so cute.  You can tell I'm bored lately eh...I'm getting sappy....LoL....Anyhow, here's my blog again...LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020488-3940215?l=alisiaperne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/3940215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020488/posts/default/3940215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alisiaperne.blogspot.com/2001_06_03_archive.html#3940215' title=''/><author><name>Candice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04737203758562033523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
