<?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-3357309047874548645</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:11:12.083-05:00</updated><category term='guitar hero'/><category term='Lex'/><category term='dad'/><category term='Rednecks'/><category term='Office Etiquette'/><category term='leather'/><category term='the clash'/><category term='weekends'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='movies'/><category term='top ten'/><category term='Drunkies'/><category term='daft punk'/><category term='noel fielding'/><category term='the sex pistols'/><category term='tattoos'/><category term='let&apos;s dance'/><category term='spoiled'/><category term='mocha'/><category term='awesomeness'/><category term='The Pirate Bay'/><category term='the ramones'/><category term='jones'/><category term='comment wars'/><category term='jaelyn'/><category term='whiz'/><category term='DJs'/><category term='family'/><category term='Tale in Photographs'/><category term='hotties'/><category term='New York Pussies'/><category term='downer'/><category term='awkwardness'/><category term='the future'/><category term='frankie'/><category term='langerado 2009'/><category term='weather'/><category term='the standard'/><category term='commercials'/><category term='drama'/><category term='New York'/><category term='morons'/><category term='she flys'/><category term='fucking cute shit'/><category term='other blogs'/><category term='being an adult'/><category term='Potheads'/><category term='the grove'/><category term='Ft. Lauderdale'/><category term='mcshaderson'/><category term='misfit fridays'/><category term='Miami'/><category term='liars'/><category term='hotels'/><category term='Douche Bags'/><category term='good riddance 2008'/><category term='how many more days til Bush gets off my television'/><category term='book review'/><category term='Guidos'/><category term='HARRY the spider'/><category term='architecture'/><category term='911'/><category term='la riots'/><category term='obi t'/><category term='waste of time'/><category term='a blast from the past'/><category term='The Misfits'/><category term='college stuff'/><category term='Terms to Know'/><category term='jack black'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='chinatown'/><category term='telluride'/><category term='sorry.'/><category term='kicks'/><category term='hot guys'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='presidential elections'/><category term='Retarded'/><category term='hungover'/><category term='ferret vagina'/><category term='Crimson'/><category term='dead kennedys'/><category term='100 year old twat'/><category term='Pagina'/><category term='shitspace'/><category term='Monster Trucks'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='Interviews'/><category term='sweat records'/><category term='eyeballs'/><category term='Jeff Buckley'/><category term='brown men'/><category term='President Bush'/><category term='it&apos;s late'/><category term='ghostland observatory'/><category term='Nothing Rhymes With Orange'/><category term='Music'/><category term='bars'/><category term='job interviews'/><category term='mushrooms'/><category term='Tucker Max'/><category term='single'/><category term='figo'/><category term='Jake'/><category term='blackout morning'/><category term='space is so cool.'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='random girl strikes again'/><category term='Oh Shit Im Pregnant'/><category term='tiffany'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='running'/><category term='fucking shitty'/><category term='russell brand'/><category term='fear'/><category term='party time'/><category term='a new beginning'/><category term='questions'/><category term='fat men'/><category term='drugs'/><title type='text'>brains for brunch</title><subtitle type='html'>don't. care.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>297</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-3237662748121989652</id><published>2009-07-14T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:15:12.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Dash Snow</title><content type='html'>Fuck heroin.  This guy is another one of the 28 year old talented tragedies whose work will long outlive their short, fucked up lives.  He really walked the line of controversy with his lewd polaroid photographs and his dark installations.  Dash was talented.  It's a fuckin shame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out a video montage of some of his work: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBmaJvCYyGc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBmaJvCYyGc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-3237662748121989652?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3237662748121989652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=3237662748121989652' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3237662748121989652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3237662748121989652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-dash-snow.html' title='RIP Dash Snow'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-3386334776863738291</id><published>2009-07-10T16:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:29:10.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'VE NEEDED NEW MUSIC SO BAD</title><content type='html'>FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;PHOENIX.  ENJOY IT. LOVE IT. LIVE IT. DANCE IT. SING IT. SLAP IT. WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;STOKED!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="226"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5232012&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5232012&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="226"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5232012"&gt;Phoenix - 1901 live&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1630212"&gt;wearephoenix&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-3386334776863738291?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3386334776863738291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=3386334776863738291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3386334776863738291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3386334776863738291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-needed-new-music-so-bad.html' title='I&apos;VE NEEDED NEW MUSIC SO BAD'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-387755288186787104</id><published>2009-07-10T11:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:19:12.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship Round 27</title><content type='html'>I feel like it was just yesterday that I, as a little intern, was blogging from my desk AlmaDDB's advertising agency office in Miami last summer, preparing to go to New York, and then returning to the agency once I came back (early) from the City.  (Well, ok, Brooklyn.)  But here I am, a year later blogging at Zubi Advertising, as an intern once again, blogging from another Hispanic agency, but this time, older and wiser (and by wiser I mean prettier).  &lt;br /&gt;Myself and eight other advertising peons are forming a campaign (for a product I can't mention) that should be completed in a total of eight weeks.  We are halfway through with the internship and we still have not made it past step two.  After countless verbal beatings from the higher beings, I have come to realize that 9 20-something year olds simply do not know how to check egos at the door and NOT take things personally.  We fight everyday, which ends up slowing our process, but more importantly, entertaining the shit out of me.  The fights are amazing.  They usually come before lunch or towards the end of the day, because, as toddlers, we get cranky.  We don't communicate, we don't listen, we take 3 steps forward then 4 steps back.  It's quite funny, really, because I know in the end, somehow we will end up pulling this campaign off, but the path to that destination is a complete zig-zag clusterfuck waste of time.  But hey!  That's an what you get for putting 9 strong personalities together in a sandbox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with Ikea's "Tidy Up!" campaign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4VtzSDI8u2o&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4VtzSDI8u2o&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-387755288186787104?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/387755288186787104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=387755288186787104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/387755288186787104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/387755288186787104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/internship-round-27.html' title='Internship Round 27'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-907856433302219201</id><published>2009-07-10T11:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:40:29.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh Advertising.</title><content type='html'>Audi:  "Your move, BMW." &lt;br /&gt;Next day, BMW puts up a billboard, "Checkmate."  ooo fancy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SldgIMVVtwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/S387MH8FTnw/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SldgIMVVtwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/S387MH8FTnw/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356855975646443266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKCsZ_NZSl0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKCsZ_NZSl0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-907856433302219201?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/907856433302219201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=907856433302219201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/907856433302219201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/907856433302219201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahhh-advertising.html' title='Ahhh Advertising.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SldgIMVVtwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/S387MH8FTnw/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-3237416686994264851</id><published>2009-06-25T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:03:26.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ONLY TIFFANY AND I CAN TURN DEATH INTO A SOCIAL NETWORK ARGUEMENT</title><content type='html'>Jose D. Duran i go to sleep and when i wake up michael jackson's dead&lt;br /&gt;49 minutes ago · Comment · Like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Paige Padon at 10:13pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;its like christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Bermudez at 10:17pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;too soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Paige Padon at 10:19pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;idk lets ask Farrah. . . oh wait. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Cussell at 10:21pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;same thing with me jose, i slept through most of sept. 11th as well. i keep ignoring the people that are ALREADY making jokes. it is in bad taste imo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Jones at 10:21pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;Wow Paige! I don't know you, but you're cracking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Bermudez at 10:23pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;mj is a perv and its about god damn time he died. bad taste as in touching little boys pubes? thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose D. Duran at 10:24pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;oh paige... hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Paige Padon at 10:26pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;ok fine . . My Grandpa is friends with Ed McMahon let's call him up and ask him. . . oh wait. . . FUCK! I can't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Bermudez at 10:27pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;lets just ask Bernie Mac..... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Paige Padon at 10:28pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger always has good advice. . . ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh waaaaaaaaiiiiiitttttt. I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Bermudez at 10:29pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;Santa???? FUCK im done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Jones at 10:32pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;LMAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Cussell at 10:41pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;@ tiffany, don't you realize there are almost always at LEAST two sides to every story? i don't know the whole story, and neither do you. don't you know by now what kind of monsters the media can be? people lie, and you never know if someone just saw an opportunity to try and extort someone for money. it definitely wouldn't be the first time. i don't know the real past actions of MJ, but i don't think it's fair to assume what you hear in the media is 100% true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Cussell at 10:41pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;@ paige, why don't you pick one of your deceased relatives and add them to your comedy act? maybe you have one that endured a lot of suffering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Paige Padon at 10:42pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;CALM DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Bermudez at 10:42pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;hey nicole, why dont you CHILL THE FUCK OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Paige Padon at 10:43pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;@nicole, we clearly could never hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Bermudez at 10:43pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;also, what is "@ tiffany" ... i dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korey Williams at 10:47pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;I AGREE WITH NICOLE!!......well said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Paige Padon at 10:47pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;damn the heat must have melted everyones sense of humor in miami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Bermudez at 10:47pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;clearly miami has no sense of humor, good thing we left paige. HEY JOSE GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN BEFORE THESE PEOPLE GET YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Jones at 11:00pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;When I die, I hope people can laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Paige Padon at 11:01pm June 25&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU! thats what I'm talking about!! "laughter is the best medicine" HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer we can hang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-3237416686994264851?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3237416686994264851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=3237416686994264851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3237416686994264851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3237416686994264851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-tiffany-and-i-can-turn-death-into.html' title='ONLY TIFFANY AND I CAN TURN DEATH INTO A SOCIAL NETWORK ARGUEMENT'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-8250786733099357084</id><published>2009-06-24T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:45:18.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need one.</title><content type='html'>A HUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:\ &lt;br /&gt;Lex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-8250786733099357084?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8250786733099357084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=8250786733099357084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8250786733099357084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8250786733099357084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-one.html' title='I need one.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-4950293268695426494</id><published>2009-04-27T22:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:00:09.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Poser.</title><content type='html'>1. First thing you wash in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your favorite hoodie?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;as soon as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you plan outfits?&lt;br /&gt;well everything matches black so very little planning is involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?&lt;br /&gt;anxious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What’s the closest thing to you that's red?&lt;br /&gt;nothing. . .i hate red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having?&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you meet anybody new today?&lt;br /&gt;no. . mission accomplished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;a phone call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?&lt;br /&gt;vomit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you emotional&lt;br /&gt;almost too unemotional &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever counted to 1,000?&lt;br /&gt;I have a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?&lt;br /&gt;who bites ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like your hair?&lt;br /&gt;I likey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;have you met me? whats not to like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?&lt;br /&gt;yes. . . I love feeling smarter than everyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;the tv in the other room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are your parents strict?&lt;br /&gt;ehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you want to go sky diving?&lt;br /&gt;is the plane on fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese?&lt;br /&gt;definitely. . .with green olives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever met a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you rent movies often?&lt;br /&gt;nope. I surf the channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in?&lt;br /&gt;my ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many countries have you visited?&lt;br /&gt;a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you made a prank phone call?&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ever been on a train?&lt;br /&gt;every god damn day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Brown or white eggs?&lt;br /&gt;white. . . but I like scrambled eggs which are technically yellow. . .just saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you have a cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you use chap stick?a&lt;br /&gt;addicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;a gun necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Can you use chop sticks?&lt;br /&gt;quite well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who are you going to be with tonight?&lt;br /&gt;the pink flamingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;well 2 of them are acting really cool in florida. .  .the other one is most likely judging everyone in new york city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Ever have cream puffs?&lt;br /&gt;yea I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What was the last question you asked?&lt;br /&gt;what are you saying i can't hear you from upstairs, ughhh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite time of the year?&lt;br /&gt;spring in the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you sarcastic?&lt;br /&gt;no. never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?&lt;br /&gt;noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever walked into a wall?&lt;br /&gt;like once a day. . . they come out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever slapped someone?&lt;br /&gt;its a hobby of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is your hair curly?&lt;br /&gt;naturally wavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What was the last CD you bought?&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do looks matter?&lt;br /&gt;more than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm. . . can they forgive someone who punched them in the balls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Is your phone bill sky high?&lt;br /&gt;who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you like your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;I think its about to get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;no tv in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;yes. I prefer lies tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you have good vision?&lt;br /&gt;use to be better&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?&lt;br /&gt;yup.  you know who u r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;I hate the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. The last person you held hands with?&lt;br /&gt;I don't hold hands and tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;black sweatpants and a black shirt. . . ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.What is your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;its a tie between a loris and a french bulldog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Where was your default picture taken at?&lt;br /&gt;my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Can you hula hoop?&lt;br /&gt;so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;yess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. What was the most recent thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;more times than I would like to admit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-4950293268695426494?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4950293268695426494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=4950293268695426494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4950293268695426494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4950293268695426494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-poser.html' title='I&apos;m a Poser.'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-9114390200867050628</id><published>2009-04-23T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:30:19.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RUFF</title><content type='html'>1. First thing you wash in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your favorite hoodie?&lt;br /&gt;mushroom courtesy of whiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;yes he better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you plan outfits?&lt;br /&gt;with whit before vaca's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?&lt;br /&gt;stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What’s the closest thing to you that's red?&lt;br /&gt;a sharpie&lt;br /&gt;7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having?&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you meet anybody new today?&lt;br /&gt;no thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;sleep, actually. a nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?&lt;br /&gt;carnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you emotional&lt;br /&gt;shut up, why do you alwyas patronize me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever counted to 1,000?&lt;br /&gt;not on purpse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?&lt;br /&gt;lick it! &lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like your hair?&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ME!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?&lt;br /&gt;yes and then wack him with a shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;my foot tapping (Adult ADD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are your parents strict?&lt;br /&gt;don't ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you want to go sky diving?&lt;br /&gt;YEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese?&lt;br /&gt;definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever met a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;i live in miami.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you rent movies often?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in?&lt;br /&gt;some crystal paper weight... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many countries have you visited?&lt;br /&gt;probably around 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you made a prank phone call?&lt;br /&gt;what else is there to do when you're 12?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ever been on a train?&lt;br /&gt;G train what up brooklyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Brown or white eggs?&lt;br /&gt;brown these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you have a cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;no. i have a life phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you use chap stick?&lt;br /&gt;what ar you getting at? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;guns are scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Can you use chop sticks?&lt;br /&gt;what do i look like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who are you going to be with tonight?&lt;br /&gt;my running team then whit then jonas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;one is being a nerd, one is going to NO, and one is going to be hungover guarenteed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Ever have cream puffs?&lt;br /&gt;that's not appropriate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;sunday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What was the last question you asked?&lt;br /&gt;what are you saying i can't hear you from upstairs, ughhh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite time of the year?&lt;br /&gt;those amazing winter days that are actually "cold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you sarcastic?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?&lt;br /&gt;noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever walked into a wall?&lt;br /&gt;a sliding glass door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever slapped someone?&lt;br /&gt;im about to slap someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is your hair curly?&lt;br /&gt;nopeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What was the last CD you bought?&lt;br /&gt;the rakes remixes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do looks matter?&lt;br /&gt;do you see how hot my friends are? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;br /&gt;yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Is your phone bill sky high?&lt;br /&gt;daddy hasn't complained.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you like your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;not on purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;depends what the next statement is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you have good vision?&lt;br /&gt;perfecto&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;actually a lot.  whenever i have a minute i call my friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. The last person you held hands with?&lt;br /&gt;jonas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;jeans and a tshirt and converse. shocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.What is your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;killer whale &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Where was your default picture taken at?&lt;br /&gt;10k race &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Can you hula hoop?&lt;br /&gt;so good&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;yessssh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. What was the most recent thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;new jeans! yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;yeah i dont wanna talk about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-9114390200867050628?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/9114390200867050628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=9114390200867050628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/9114390200867050628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/9114390200867050628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/ruff.html' title='RUFF'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-4852427440840566376</id><published>2009-03-24T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:18:15.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckingreadit.lol</title><content type='html'>biracialgangbangchixndix.com&lt;br /&gt;Paige&lt;br /&gt;9:07 PM&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if that is something?&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra Luger&lt;br /&gt;9:07 PM&lt;br /&gt;swollenasianmidgets.com&lt;br /&gt;9:07 PM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ladswithcrabs.com&lt;br /&gt;Paige&lt;br /&gt;9:08 PM&lt;br /&gt;ihateasian.com&lt;br /&gt;9:08 PM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;killpeoplewithyourmind.org&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra Luger&lt;br /&gt;9:08 PM&lt;br /&gt;howtonotgetfiredandskype.com&lt;br /&gt;9:08 PM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;howtograduatewithoutbuyingonebook.com&lt;br /&gt;9:09 PM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this is gonna be good&lt;br /&gt;Paige&lt;br /&gt;9:09 PM&lt;br /&gt;howtoavoideyecontactandverbalcommunicationinnyc.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:10 PM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;creepypiano.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige&lt;br /&gt;9:10 PM&lt;br /&gt;creepypianolessons.com&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra Luger&lt;br /&gt;9:11 PM&lt;br /&gt;howtolaughwithoutsnorting.com&lt;br /&gt;9:11 PM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;howtoleaveyourbestfriendaloneinmiami.com&lt;br /&gt;9:11 PM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;icecold.com&lt;br /&gt;Paige&lt;br /&gt;9:11 PM&lt;br /&gt;howtospendasummerinnycandgetyourcomputerstolen.ouch&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra Luger&lt;br /&gt;9:11 PM&lt;br /&gt;3cisnowinhabittedbyapriest.com&lt;br /&gt;9:12 PM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;impeeingmypanntsnoforreal.yikes&lt;br /&gt;9:12 PM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ijusttinkled.ew&lt;br /&gt;Paige&lt;br /&gt;9:12 PM&lt;br /&gt;thatsishilarious.omg&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra Luger&lt;br /&gt;9:12 PM&lt;br /&gt;more&lt;br /&gt;Paige&lt;br /&gt;9:12 PM&lt;br /&gt;umthisshouldbeonourblog.now&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra Luger&lt;br /&gt;9:13 PM&lt;br /&gt;thatonetookmeawhilecauseofallofthevowels.tard&lt;br /&gt;9:13 PM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:13 PM&lt;br /&gt;howdoweentertainourselvesforthislong.wtf&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra Luger&lt;br /&gt;9:13 PM&lt;br /&gt;ur retarded&lt;br /&gt;9:13 PM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;howtoalmostoverdosethenightbeforeyougobacktomiamiforthesummer.shake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra Luger&lt;br /&gt;9:14 PM&lt;br /&gt;.twitch&lt;br /&gt;Paige&lt;br /&gt;9:14 PM&lt;br /&gt;dontlistentoalexi.ever&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra Luger&lt;br /&gt;9:14 PM&lt;br /&gt;rulenumber1paigeisalwaysright.edu&lt;br /&gt;9:15 PM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;howtonotscarealexisboyfriendawaythisweekend.edu&lt;br /&gt;Paige&lt;br /&gt;9:15 PM&lt;br /&gt;itsexhuastingbeingthiswitty.yawn&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra Luger&lt;br /&gt;9:15 PM&lt;br /&gt;minibottlescountasalcohol.fyi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-4852427440840566376?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4852427440840566376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=4852427440840566376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4852427440840566376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4852427440840566376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/fuckingreaditlol.html' title='fuckingreadit.lol'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-2451361634706041136</id><published>2009-03-11T11:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:36:32.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ouchie</title><content type='html'>I have to mention before this story, I have not been out to downtown in months.  My life has been mellow, I've been productive, and everything is under control.  Then I find out Ryan is coming to Miami for the weekend. OhFUCK.&lt;br /&gt;Well it all started Thursday morning when I picked up Ryan and Parag at the FTL airport.  We went immediately to some diner in lauds, ate a dank breakfast, and had our first round of drinks at 10am.  We were "killing time," until some meeting (that never happened) so we decided to go to FTL beach for another couple rounds of mimosas.  The boys finally admitted the meeting was never happening, so after hotboxing my car on i95, we took a short detour to Guitar Center, where Parag bought headphones, and Ryan and I made gangster beats on some machine.  I have no idea how long we were in the store, but we were having so much fun that I almost didn't want to leave.  &lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered we were going to the Gansevort.  Yeahhhh.  Found a lucky parking spot (which I only mention because that's usually impossible anywhere on Collins Ave), and planted my ass on a lounge chair at the rooftop pool deck.  Fast forward 4 Amstel Lights later, the boys come down, with company (Sean and Mike, the craziest kids I know), and we took the party upstairs, where a bottle of __________insert whatever we were drinking here________ and some Buds were passed around.  &lt;br /&gt;I was so retarded at that point that I made Paige talk me through the drive home, especially through the BK line for cheesy tots (which burn the shit out of your mouth if you're not patient) and some weird sandwich that I don't want to talk about consuming, as it will make me gag.  &lt;br /&gt;Crappy part of this awesome day was that Jonas really wanted to go out, and even after a shower and a solid fast food meal, I was in no shape to get out of his bed.  So I was a party-pooper, big time.  Oops.  &lt;br /&gt;Friday.  What the hell happened Friday?  I went to visit Jonas at work and he took me out on the Shake a Leg boat to see the islands he works on.  We drank smoothies and hung out for a bit.  It was pretty cool.  And thennnn I went on my friend's boat and drank a bunch of vodka.  That's all I can really say about that.  Only because that's all I can gather together at this point.  I somehow made it to Dakota's apartment in downtown.  We drank more.  I ate cuban french fries.  Fast forward to about 11pm and we're at the Vagabond, drinking $1 PBRs, and just as I thought my night couldn't get any more retarded-- enter Ryan.  Fuck.  So they dj'ed.... I think..... And I ended up going back to the Gansevort with them, seeing 2 shifts of people come through the suite.  I get overcome with exhaustion and decide it's time to go to bed so I made Parag let me sleep in his room, until I somehow end up going back out to the party.... &lt;br /&gt;Morning:  an hour and a half of sleep because I told Jonas I'd watch his beach volleyball tournament in Hollywood.  It's 8am and I am completely disoriented, and I almost killed Ryan in his sleep.  I blame all this on him.  I get my shit together, and realize 1 of my flipflops is stuck under the fold-out couchbedshit and I decide to ditch the shoes, and take a BAREFOOT walk of shame down into the swanky-ass lobby, down Collins Ave, to my car, where I have TWO parking tickets.  WTF.  So I may or may not have pulled myself over to vomit on the way to hollywood beach. May.  &lt;br /&gt;I got to the beach, felt pretty decent for a few hours, ate some pizza, then felt once again, like I was hit by a mack truck, so I sat in 90 minutes of traffic back to Miami.  I ignored a total of 9 phone calls, and only texted a few people back because my motor skills were that of a wobbly toddler.  The rest of the day was spent in bed.  Sunday, too.  There you have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for a great weekend, Ryan!  &lt;br /&gt;f u die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-2451361634706041136?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2451361634706041136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=2451361634706041136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/2451361634706041136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/2451361634706041136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/ouchie.html' title='ouchie'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-4116805574000626646</id><published>2009-03-03T14:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:36:10.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Smell Trouble...</title><content type='html'>Or maybe it's just whiskey.  Ryan's coming to Miami on Thursday for a dj set with the brown shadow this weekend.  I'm REALLY excited because, unlike last time, I can actually PLAY!!!  YAYYY!!! :-D &lt;br /&gt;in other news..... i just went to plug in my power chord, my whole bag dumped out, i banged my knee against the table and knocked over my water bottle.... oH IS IT ONE OF THOSE DAYS, LIFE???!!? I WILL NOT LET YOU DO THIS TO ME, TODAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-4116805574000626646?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4116805574000626646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=4116805574000626646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4116805574000626646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4116805574000626646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-smell-trouble.html' title='I Smell Trouble...'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-8839484176248870599</id><published>2009-03-02T11:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:34:46.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid</title><content type='html'>Who was the last perso​n you sat besid​e at a resta​urant​?​​&lt;br /&gt;Jonas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you saw the last perso​n you kisse​d kissi​ng someo​ne else,​​ what would​ you do?&lt;br /&gt;Hit her in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besid​es this,​​ what are you doing​ right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;listening to my professor talk about useless bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first​ perso​n you talke​d to today​?&lt;br /&gt;Jaelyn THANK GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last girl you had a conve​rsati​on with?​​&lt;br /&gt;of course not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your ex calle​d you right​ now, would​ you answe​r?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I guess?  He's married....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is somet​hing that you'​​re looki​ng forwa​rd to?&lt;br /&gt;Colorado in 10 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were with someo​ne somew​here else right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.  Outside would even be acceptable at this point.  It's so nice today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you weari​ng socks​?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it cute when a boy/​​girl call you baby?​​&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to say anyth​ing to someo​ne?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yeah lotsa things to lotsa people actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many peopl​e of the oppos​ite sex do you fully​ trust​?​​&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like evaluating the males in my life right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 10 guys you talke​d to today​?​​&lt;br /&gt;daddy, professor... it's only 11am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sent a text to the wrong​ perso​n?​​&lt;br /&gt;ugh yes.  mom by accident.. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy​ with where​ you are in life?​​&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last item you bough​t?​​&lt;br /&gt;a slurpee Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ anybo​dy you just wish would​ fall off the plane​t?​​&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.  I can't push that hard, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you datin​g anyon​e this past summe​r?​​&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ relat​ionsh​ips are hard?​​&lt;br /&gt;only if you make them that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like hugs?​​&lt;br /&gt;no.....        ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you cry if you found​ out you were pregn​ant?​​&lt;br /&gt;cry after I threw myself down the stairs maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay with your ex being​ frien​ds with your good frien​ds?​​&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like compe​titio​n?​​&lt;br /&gt;yeah sure do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has someo​ne of the oppos​ite sex ever told you they loved​ you, and meant​ it?&lt;br /&gt;of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you texti​ng someo​ne?​​ Who?&lt;br /&gt;no, kinda wondering what happened to Jaelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you say hello​ daily​?​​&lt;br /&gt;what? this is getting stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an accen​t?​​&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhh yeah jamaican &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good at givin​g direc​tions​?​​&lt;br /&gt;absolutely not.  cue paige and i in FTL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the first​ girl you'​​d go to?&lt;br /&gt;shut up that makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like where​ you live?​​&lt;br /&gt;NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kisse​d on a boat?​​&lt;br /&gt;yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met a gay perso​n?​​&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last movie​ seen in theat​res?​​&lt;br /&gt;The Wrestler... sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last baby you held?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Eli!  I didn't want to put him down even though he was getting heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you kiss someo​ne at midni​ght on New Years​?​​&lt;br /&gt;stfu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you savin​g up money​ for anyth​ing in parti​cular​?​​&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you e-​​mail?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your best frien​d(​​s)​​ the funni​est perso​n/​​peopl​e you know?​​&lt;br /&gt;YES all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you swall​ow gum when you'​​re done with it?&lt;br /&gt;no ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What food could​ you eat every​ day for two weeks​ and not get sick of?&lt;br /&gt;sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie​ve in love at first​ sight​?​​&lt;br /&gt;yeah actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you stubb​orn?​​&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell your mom every​thing​?​​&lt;br /&gt;yep. that works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been back stabb​ed by a frien​d?​​&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had the cops calle​d on you?&lt;br /&gt;ha NO shockingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso​n you cried​ in front​ of?&lt;br /&gt;Whit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you told anybo​dy you loved​ them today​?​​&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-8839484176248870599?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8839484176248870599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=8839484176248870599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8839484176248870599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8839484176248870599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid.html' title='stupid'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-3876412895246716446</id><published>2009-03-02T11:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:23:37.446-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='telluride'/><title type='text'>*On the Bright Side* :-D</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went with my creators and brother to Stuart, FL to visit my dad's family and celebrate my cousin's almost-marriage to her fiance.  In attendance were my 3 little cousins, 8,5,9months, my 98 year old great-grandfather, and 6 bottles of champagne.  Good times.  I was reminded of how much fun sidewalk chalk can be, and how jealous I am that little Ben drives a John Deer Tractor power-wheels. &lt;br /&gt;AND THEN--- I got back to my phone and saw a bunch of text messages from JAELYN saying she doesn't care what I say, I need to OK some dates, she's flying me to Colorado.  I thought about my response for a good 10 seconds, then realized that she was completely serious and really wanted to do it, so March 12-18th I will be with my best friend in Telluride!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;So I woke up this morning STOKED.  I dreamt vivid dreams about Colorado, got some good rest, and was ready for my week.  Then as SOON as I go downstairs, the chaos begins, and my morning is ruined.  Sparing details, let's just say if I ever said I need to move out, multiply that by 1,000 and that's where I'm at now.  I CAN'T WAIT TO GRADUATE, make enough money to move out, and REALLY live my life.  MY OWNNNNNN LIFE.  &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I'm stoked as hell to escape for a week in Colorado, and the best part is, I'm only 10 days away from the trip!  Deep breath, Lex, hang in there.  Sorry, sometimes I talk to myself when I get frustrated.  Don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-3876412895246716446?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3876412895246716446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=3876412895246716446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3876412895246716446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3876412895246716446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-bright-side-d.html' title='*On the Bright Side* :-D'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-3426297965789796255</id><published>2009-03-02T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:13:16.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexi /= Media Planner</title><content type='html'>Fuck math.  FUCK MATH!  I've managed to get through college (almost) taking just ONE math course my freshman year.  It's not that I'm bad at math, but I just really hate it.  I've never liked it since I started learning fractions and decimals.  Yeah, it didn't take long.  &lt;br /&gt;My advertising and spanish majors have managed to force me into classes that really center around writing.  Except for this one class.  Media Planning. I took this course, CAD388, my junior year, and got an acceptable C-.  Whatever, it works for me.  But apparently not for the School of Communication, which only counts a course if your grade is a C or better.  Oops.  &lt;br /&gt;So here I am, 2nd semester senior year, re-taking this STUPID class that makes me want to pull my hair out.  Reach, frequency, ratings, distribution, CPM, CRP, CPRP, Ad Cost, f%, f+%??!?!?! WHAT. THE. FUCK.  I just got my first exam back... I got a 70%.  C-.  FUCK!!!!!  If this class holds me back from graduating in 2 months.... !@$#^#$*%^(&gt;V?C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-3426297965789796255?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3426297965789796255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=3426297965789796255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3426297965789796255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3426297965789796255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/alexi-media-planner.html' title='Alexi /= Media Planner'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-7337770863536331898</id><published>2009-02-25T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:06:58.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you had sex in the last 7 days?​&lt;br /&gt;yes, doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up this morni​ng?​&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;phone, notes for test, perfume, gatorade, pillows, blanket, bra, credit card... lol... woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be in a relat​ionsh​ip next month​?​&lt;br /&gt;i better be damnit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddl​e/​snugg​le?​&lt;br /&gt;only with paige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you excit​ed about​ anyth​ing today​?​&lt;br /&gt;when my test is over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you cry at all today​?​&lt;br /&gt;no its only 10am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you broke​n the law in the past 3 days?​&lt;br /&gt;speeding count? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing​ at midni​ght last night​?​&lt;br /&gt;asleeeep... how exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ one perso​n in your life that can alway​s make you smile​?​&lt;br /&gt;there are a few... and they have even when ive been the saddest of sad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last eat Chine​se food with?​&lt;br /&gt;Jonas a few months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any plans​ for the weeke​nd?​&lt;br /&gt;i have to work a lot, then sunday to Stuart for a partay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyon​e on your bad side right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last talk to your broth​er or siste​r?​&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has someo​ne told you that they liked​/​loved​ you in the past week?​&lt;br /&gt;yaaaah lotsa people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would​ you do if you got pregn​ant?​&lt;br /&gt;call paige to push me down the stairs... what else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do you want your relat​ionsh​ip to last for if you are even in one?&lt;br /&gt;awkward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could​ do anyth​ing right​ now, what would​ you do?&lt;br /&gt;somehow weasel my way out of this test in an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name ONE thing​ you love about​ winte​r:​&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful days in the world... 60 deg and cloudless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyon​e call you babe or baby?​&lt;br /&gt;yip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cut your own hair?​&lt;br /&gt;haha yes.... especially bangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie​ve that every​thing​ happe​ns for a reaso​n?​&lt;br /&gt;yeah i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw numbe​r THREE​ on your top?&lt;br /&gt;AGHHH TOO LONGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ is your best frien​d?​&lt;br /&gt;CO, NY, around the corner​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats​ one thing​ that amuse​d you today​?​&lt;br /&gt;how much i actually like being a housewife... cooked breakfast and cleaned dishes and LIKED IT? hahahahah ohhh life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats​ the highl​ight of this week?​&lt;br /&gt;saturday night was fun.  jonas and i went to love hate and spent a buncha money, then had yuppie brunch cause we had some extra cash. got drunk off mimosa pitcher.  that was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a jealo​us perso​n?​&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any nickn​ames?​&lt;br /&gt;lex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told someo​ne that you loved​ them?​&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would​ you do if you caugh​t your boyfr​iend kissi​ng your bestf​riend​?​&lt;br /&gt;that wouldn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats​ ONE thing​ you'​d chang​e about​ your life?​&lt;br /&gt;speed up time til may... i wanna graduate already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you kisse​d more then ten peopl​e this year,​ 2009?​&lt;br /&gt;no! only 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could​ you go the rest of your life witho​ut drink​ing alcoh​ol?​&lt;br /&gt;HA! booooring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like you'​re not good enoug​h?​&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then i wake up and laugh at that silly thought.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing​ you drank​?​&lt;br /&gt;coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyon​e see you kiss the last perso​n you kisse​d?​&lt;br /&gt;not this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the perso​n you are becom​ing?​&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many peopl​e have you kisse​d in a jacuz​zi?​&lt;br /&gt;jesus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​s somet​hing you reall​y want right​ now, be hones​t?​&lt;br /&gt;this day to be night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you dance​ in the car?&lt;br /&gt;sounds challenging &lt;br /&gt;Did you ever waste​ too much time on a certa​in boy or girl?​&lt;br /&gt;yeah i dont wanna talk about it k thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats​ your curre​nt mood?​&lt;br /&gt;annoyed that my good morning is going to go to shit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kisse​d someo​ne and never​ saw them again​?​&lt;br /&gt;yeah ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you ever donat​e blood​?​&lt;br /&gt;yeah i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you curre​ntly waiti​ng to get a body pierc​ing or tatto​o?​&lt;br /&gt;i just need money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever owned​ a lava lamp?​&lt;br /&gt;purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ do you wish you were right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;back in bed at bfs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been caugh​t doing​ somet​hing you weren​'​t suppo​sed to?&lt;br /&gt;uh yeah, embarassing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ two peopl​e can last forev​er?​&lt;br /&gt;yeah why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lates​t you staye​d up in the past week?​ Why?&lt;br /&gt;uh, 1? exciting i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso​n of the oppos​ite sex to say your name?​&lt;br /&gt;jonas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you liste​ning to right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;my fan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-7337770863536331898?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7337770863536331898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=7337770863536331898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/7337770863536331898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/7337770863536331898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-had-sex-in-last-7-days-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-4953973000255983777</id><published>2009-02-24T14:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:33:55.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My last semester of college</title><content type='html'>Have you ever falle​n aslee​p with the last perso​n you kisse​d?​​&lt;br /&gt;Just about every night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will you kiss next?​​&lt;br /&gt;Jonas... or Frankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing​ at 10:​​30 last night​?​​&lt;br /&gt;Watching Mad Men and eating ice cream with boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you liste​ning to music​ right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;yeah obvs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing​ at 7am this morni​ng?​​&lt;br /&gt;waking up an hour early to run &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you happy​ when you woke up today​?​​&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how, cause it was early, but yes... ran with Jonas, felt 90%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What mood are you in right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;an i-don't-wanna-study-for-my-bs-test-right-now mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your room ever clean​?​​&lt;br /&gt;2 times/week... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ is the perso​n you like right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;at "work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyon​e got on your nerve​s latel​y?​​&lt;br /&gt;driving in miami=on my nerves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddl​e?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ two peopl​e can stay toget​her forev​er&lt;br /&gt;yeah, find the right one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night​?​​&lt;br /&gt;ha! 10:30.... LATE!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is life going​ for you right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty rad... almost done with college (woah), great job, cool friends, boyfriend's alright I guess ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you keepi​ng a secre​t right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Alwaysss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ you can last for an hour witho​ut talki​ng?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes, but not without laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​​s the weath​er like outsi​de?​​&lt;br /&gt;74 and sunny... i &lt;3 FL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried​ from being​ so mad?&lt;br /&gt;YES JULY 4, 2008 BROOKLYN NY HAHAHAHAH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the last perso​n you kisse​d mad at you?&lt;br /&gt;definitely no reason for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyth​ing bothe​ring you?&lt;br /&gt;my test tomorrow, I WANT TO GRADUATE ALREADYYYYY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ someo​ne that makes​ you happy​ every​ time you see them?​​&lt;br /&gt;oh definitely, a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you missi​ng anyon​e?​​&lt;br /&gt;constantly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you satis​fied with how thing​s are going​?​​&lt;br /&gt;yeah, because i've made them that way.  it's been hard but things are finally GREAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever given​ up on someo​ne,​​but then went back to them?​​&lt;br /&gt;eeeerrrrrr a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it bothe​r you when someo​ne lies to you?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'll just let it slide... but if it's important, i'm calling you out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think​ of the perso​n you told "I love you" last,​​did you mean it?&lt;br /&gt;i definitely meant it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you laugh​ed reall​y reall​y hard?​​&lt;br /&gt;pagina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you ever get a tatto​o?​​&lt;br /&gt;INK ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you date someo​ne 20 years​ older​ than you?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you speak​ to your fathe​r today​?​​&lt;br /&gt;yeah, hes funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year,​​can you remem​ber who you liked​?​​&lt;br /&gt;i try to block it out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you admit​ when you'​​re wrong​?​​&lt;br /&gt;definitely, but i pout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you made a mista​ke this past week?​​&lt;br /&gt;i'm perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ someo​ne you don'​​t ever want to be out of your life?​​&lt;br /&gt;lotssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a jealo​us perso​n?​​&lt;br /&gt;i'm jealous of paige. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been a happy​,​​angry​,​​ or sad perso​n latel​y?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes, no, not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ you have made anyon​e happy​ recen​tly?​​&lt;br /&gt; all the time, it's a gift.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate it when peopl​e smoke​ aroun​d you?&lt;br /&gt;now that i quit, YES. but only because i'm jealous that they don't care and i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ you would​ make a good boyfr​iend/​​girlf​riend​?​​&lt;br /&gt;there's no "would" about it.  I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you feel you would​ make a good boyfr​iend/​​ girlf​riend​?​​&lt;br /&gt;bjs.  cough--- i'm thoughtful and spoil the shit out of my bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you liste​ning to right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;some chainsaw outside/buckley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take you to get ready​?​​&lt;br /&gt;for a run- 5mins, for class- 10 mins, for a night out- 25 mins. im REALLY high maintenance.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music​ do you liste​n to?&lt;br /&gt;not what you listen to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scale​ of 1-10 How good is life?​​&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-4953973000255983777?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4953973000255983777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=4953973000255983777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4953973000255983777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4953973000255983777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-last-semester-of-college.html' title='My last semester of college'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-5327241310680738129</id><published>2009-02-22T18:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:14:56.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Destiny</title><content type='html'>Please save your breath about calling me fat. . . I've never claimed to be skinny. . . and I know your opinion of me comes from a place of jealousy and the harsh realization that ryan doesn't give a shit about you. I'm actually surprised you've hung around this long. You would think the countless unanswered text messages and IM's would have been a clear enough sign to you that he doesn't want to see you but ignorance is bliss right? Reading your weekly slutty texts to him telling him that your not wearing any underwear is like reading the comics in the newspaper. . . an easy laugh. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-5327241310680738129?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5327241310680738129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=5327241310680738129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5327241310680738129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5327241310680738129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-destiny.html' title='Dear Destiny'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-6506732996838531737</id><published>2009-02-18T18:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:07:44.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever I'm bored</title><content type='html'>Have you ever falle​n aslee​p with the last perso​n you kisse​d?​​&lt;br /&gt;Often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will you kiss next?​​&lt;br /&gt;I have an idea but I could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing​ at 10:​​30 last night​?​​&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for bed and watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you liste​ning to music​ right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;No the tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing​ at 7am this morni​ng?​​&lt;br /&gt;Sleep​ing.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you happy​ when you woke up today​?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yea excited about my new job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What mood are you in right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;pretty nuetral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your room ever clean​?​​&lt;br /&gt;god no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ is the perso​n you like right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;out and about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyon​e got on your nerve​s latel​y?​​&lt;br /&gt;every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ someo​ne who you can spend​ every​ minut​e with and be happy​?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes and I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddl​e?​​&lt;br /&gt;Somet​imes.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ two peopl​e can stay toget​her forev​er&lt;br /&gt;it possible but not likely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night​?​​&lt;br /&gt;1 ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is life going​ for you right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Great actually. . . new apartment, new job, new outlook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you keepi​ng a secre​t right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ you can last for an hour witho​ut talki​ng?​​&lt;br /&gt;hahaha no if I can help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​​s the weath​er like outsi​de?​​&lt;br /&gt;Cold and rainy​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried​ from being​ so mad?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the last perso​n you kisse​d mad at you?&lt;br /&gt;He can never be mad at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyth​ing bothe​ring you?&lt;br /&gt;the thought of packing up all my shit this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ someo​ne that makes​ you happy​ every​ time you see them?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you missi​ng anyon​e?​​&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you satis​fied with how thing​s are going​?​​&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever given​ up on someo​ne,​​but then went back to them?​​&lt;br /&gt;this happens on a weekly cylce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it bothe​r you when someo​ne lies to you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. depending on who it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think​ of the perso​n you told "I love you" last,​​did you mean it?&lt;br /&gt;I rarely say that but when I do I mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you laugh​ed reall​y reall​y hard?​​&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you ever get a tatto​o?​​&lt;br /&gt;already did . . . wanna get more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you date someo​ne 20 years​ older​ than you?&lt;br /&gt;It depen​ds on how good they look.​ And how much money​ they have.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you speak​ to your fathe​r today​?​​&lt;br /&gt;I actually did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year,​​can you remem​ber who you liked​?​​&lt;br /&gt;ha yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you admit​ when you'​​re wrong​?​​&lt;br /&gt;I'm never​ wrong​.​. . .we know this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you made a mista​ke this past week?​​&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ someo​ne you don'​​t ever want to be out of your life?​​&lt;br /&gt;um yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a jealo​us perso​n?​​&lt;br /&gt;No. . . . people are always jealous of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been a happy​,​​angry​,​​ or sad perso​n latel​y?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes. yes. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ you have made anyon​e happy​ recen​tly?​​&lt;br /&gt;everyday its all I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate it when peopl​e smoke​ aroun​d you?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ you would​ make a good boyfr​iend/​​girlf​riend​?​​&lt;br /&gt;Im the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you feel you would​ make a good boyfr​iend/​​ girlf​riend​?​​&lt;br /&gt;I'm aweso​me and shockingly nurturing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you liste​ning to right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take you to get ready​?​​&lt;br /&gt;30 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music​ do you liste​n to?&lt;br /&gt;shit that doesn't suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scale​ of 1-10 How good is life?​​&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-6506732996838531737?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6506732996838531737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=6506732996838531737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/6506732996838531737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/6506732996838531737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/whatever-im-bored.html' title='Whatever I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-4937748590769749168</id><published>2009-02-18T11:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:33:47.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day--uh-- PRESIDENT'S DAY weekend</title><content type='html'>I just had the best Valentine's weekend ever!  Once again Jonas and I went to the Peace River, but this time, there were about 30 others in the group!  Well, in actuality, we crashed THEIR trip.  A group of these dudes have been doing this same President's Day weekend trip for 10, 12 years?  (Can't remember the number...)  And it was really different from last time, but definitely just as much fun.  We woke up Saturday morning and were out the door by 5:30am to get on the road to Arcadia.  Once we got there, 4 hours later, we fought the current paddling upstream for probably close to 5-6 hours so that we could find the perfect place to set up camp.  Finally, we found a pretty good spot, and Jonas claimed a spot for us to set up camp "in the suburbs," which really means we wanted to set up our tent away from the chaos and noise of the other people.  It ended up working out pretty well for the sleeping part, but I must have "commuted," back to get beers 1,000 times on Sunday.  But hey, I slept like a baby away from the noise.  &lt;br /&gt;After we found our spot, Jonas decided he wanted to go across the river and explore the other side.  I followed him.  We went up the bank and what's the first thing Jonas sees?  An armadillo!  So he tells me they are REALLY blind, but have great hearing, and decides to sneak up on the thing and grab it by its tail.  Of course, as soon as it flies out of his hand, it comes screaming towards ME, who takes off sprinting back down the bank into the river.  Weirdest looking creature ever.  &lt;br /&gt;The first night was great.  Jonas had caught a few fish and deep fried them for dinner.  Uh, YUM! We got pretty drunk and fell asleep... the temperature dropped and I woke up FREEZING in the middle of the night, because we decided to bring ONE sleeping bag.  But whatever, I woke up the next day ready to partyparty.  Had some breakfast, cracked open a beer, and chilled ALL.DAY.LONG.  It was great.  We all pulled our chairs down into the river to drink and chill.  The water was PERFECT and the weather was amazing.  Jonas went fishing with John at one point, and I made some friends.  Once Jonas got back, I figured out a nap would probably be a good idea considering my BAC in relation to the TOD (time of day?)&lt;br /&gt;That last night was amazing.  During my nap, the guys set up a HUGE bonfire... I'm talkin 15 feet tall!! -- AT LEAST!  A few hours later, when I realized I couldn't hold my head up anymore, I gave up and went to sleep.  And woke up feeling great (Jonas, not so much) and we made our way back to the Outpost, riding a tailwind and downstream current.  I should probably mention that we took a break for lunch, and of course, I was the only one out of the entire group that almost steps on a fucking snake.... just my luck, right? &lt;br /&gt;But a slurpee and some jelly bellies later, we were on our way back to Miami.  The billboards changed from casinos and airboat rides to Diamonds and Patron.  Yep, definitely back in Miami.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-4937748590769749168?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4937748590769749168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=4937748590769749168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4937748590769749168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4937748590769749168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-uh-presidents-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day--uh-- PRESIDENT&apos;S DAY weekend'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-5154239726314924455</id><published>2009-01-26T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:39:08.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2:11:08</title><content type='html'>I did it!!! Sunday was the coolest most painful day of my life!  I finished the half marathon in 2 hours, 11 minutes and 8 seconds (but who's counting?)!  Whizzle, Monte, and Jonas (my adorable boyfriend) came to support me at 7 in the morning with signs, cameras and silly string.  It was amazing to have friends there for a really special day.  After the race I limped to the team tent, drank a mimosa with my buddies then slowwwwly made it to the car to go home.  I held a 10 minute pace the whole 13.1 miles!  I have never ran such a fast pace so my legs feel like I got run over by a truck--or perhaps fell off a motorcycle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to other news, that my dad got into a motorcycle accident a few Sundays ago.  FUCK!  He tore his tricep and shattered his tibia and fibula (ankle, for those of us who don't remember the biology test in which you had to label the bones in the human body).  He already had one surgery and tomorrow is the second one to reconstruct the ankle YET AGAIN.  I hate hospitals.  Everything about them gives me the creeps, and I've been there every single day for 10 days now.  I'M GOING INSANE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end on a good note, the weekend of my dad's accident (unbeknownst to me at the time) Jonas and I went camping on the Peace River in Arcadia, FL.  It was absolutely relaxing and much-needed break from the stress Miami tends to give me.  We drank a case of beer, an 18-pack, and a fifth of Jack.  We smoked enough weed to impress even the smelliest hippies, and paddled around in our canoes fishing, finding fossils, and enjoying the UNBELIEVABLE WEATHER.  The first night it dropped down to a ridiculous 30 degrees over night, and the days were cloudless and pretty much perfect.  We had to paddle for a few hours against the wind on the last day, running on the tiny bit of booze we had left, and right before I started to get frustrated, I said, "You know, if this is the most stress in my life, life is pretty good."  And just a few hours after that, I found out about my dad's accident.  Ha!  Nice timing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... Classes started and I've officially graduated in my own mind considering my classes include Drawing, Acting, Health and Fitness, Breaking into the Ad Industry, and some stupid required b.s. ad class.  School is going to be stupid-easy.  Might quit the surf shop to work at the yoga studio I joined.  Sounds a lot better to me.  Started coaching my high school's varsity softball team with my former coach and friend, Joey, but I'm not sure I have the time to commit to it completely.  Decisions coming up.  Seems I've been making the right ones lately... Hopefully this trend will continue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-5154239726314924455?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5154239726314924455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=5154239726314924455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5154239726314924455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5154239726314924455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/21108.html' title='2:11:08'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-5062994533964795083</id><published>2009-01-25T13:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:07:55.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATS ALEXI!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so proud of you.  And I love how I was somehow awake at like 5 in the morning to wish you good luck. Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-5062994533964795083?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5062994533964795083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=5062994533964795083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5062994533964795083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5062994533964795083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/congrats-alexi.html' title='CONGRATS ALEXI!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-5872789030023120030</id><published>2009-01-12T16:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:45:57.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WIKI FUN!</title><content type='html'>I love me some Guido!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Guido" (or "Gino") is a pejorative slang term for a younger lower class or working class Italian-American or Italian-Canadian male from the urban Northeastern United States or urban Central Canada, most often New York and the surrounding area due to the large number of Italian-Americans living in the area. The Guido stereotype is often portrayed as humorously thuggish and overtly macho attitude and an unyielding pride in his Italian ancestry.&lt;br /&gt;In a wider sense (and not directly connected to the above term anymore) is the use of 'Guido' as a bouncer slang term for an obnoxious club-going male.[1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term is likely derived from the proper name Guido, and is used and recognized particularly around New York City, (especially Brooklyn, The Bronx, Staten Island, Queens, and Long Island), New Jersey, Connecticut, Baltimore, South Philadelphia, Boston (usually North End), Providence and various other cities due to the large Italian-American populations within these regions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stereotype is usually considered derogatory or an ethnic slur; however, it is, in many cases, used as a term for an Italian criminal in the Mafia in areas where Guido culture is common, much like the term "goombah." In fact, "goombah" and "Guido" have often been interchangeably. However, in recent years, the term "Guido" has been applied to a certain clothing style rather than just a person of Italian ancestry. Due to the emergence of this term, some people have been referred to as "Guido" despite the fact that they have no Italian ancestry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing associated with the stereotype includes gold chains, working class clothing such as plain T-shirts, muscle shirts or "guinea ts" (derived from the term "guinea," an ethnic slur for Italians), leather jackets, sweat or tracksuits, scally caps, unbuttoned dress shirts, and dress suits. Slicked-back hair or pompadours are a common stereotype, as are mustaches. Recently, heavily-gelled spiked hair has become a common stereotype. The hairstyle is commonly referred to as the Blowout or Brooklyn Fade, "Brook" for short.[2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*teehee*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-5872789030023120030?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5872789030023120030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=5872789030023120030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5872789030023120030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5872789030023120030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/wiki-fun.html' title='WIKI FUN!'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-5845075150437180911</id><published>2009-01-12T10:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:20:15.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning.</title><content type='html'>So things have been pretty awesome lately.  As the lack of new posts shows, I have been pretty busy lately.  Working a lot more shifts at the surf shop than usual, which I'm pretty happy about.  Making my own money feels good, and not down to zeros (or more accurately, negatives) in my checking account is always a positive thing.  Ha. Got some drama sorted out over there at the shop so now work has gone back to being pretty chill and the time passes way quicker when you're laughing for 90% of it.  &lt;br /&gt;Marathon update:  I ran my fastest time yet for the 10-mile "long run," on Saturday, but after the previous Saturday of 16 miles, 10 doesn't seem "long," anymore.  I never thought I'd be saying that!  I am getting a bit sick of running the same course, and clearly waking up at 4:30am on Saturdays isn't always fun, but I can't believe the shape I've gotten myself into.  Running brought me back to the real me, both physically and mentally, both of which were out of whack for way too long.  Yoga has become my new stress-release instead of destroying my body, and I can totally see how people get so into it.  Mind and body feeling pretty great at this point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quitting smoking:  Not.  Easy.  I've slipped up a few times, especially when I have been drinking, but slowly getting there.  Shit's rough!  But I do notice a huge difference during my runs.  Heart rate doesn't get out of control, even when I'm getting to hour #2.... Damn son. &lt;br /&gt;Whit's finally back from her ski trip!  Just saw her briefly before work.  And Amanda moved back!  Got my homies right around the corner now.  Christian isn't too far either, but I haven't been to the new place yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh-- and I probably shouldn't leave out on the fact that I've been spending a lot of time with my intelligent, athletic, handsome boyfriend Jonas.  I deserve him damnit!  Makes me reallyyyy happy.  Surfer from Melbourne Beach?  Uh, yeah, perfect for me.  I went up to visit him in Melbourne Beach a few weekends ago, had so much fun.  It's such a chill beach town... I could get used to it up there.  All we did was play beach volleyball, surf, drink, cook, and chill... It was great.  Oh and we just planned a Canoe/Camping trip for MLK weekend in Arcadia, FL on the Peace River for 2 nights.  I can't waittttt!  Oh-- and that means I get to skip out on the final Saturday run before the race, mwahaha.  So far we have 4 people in, hoping Whit and Monte decide to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would​ you feel if your last ex fell in love with someo​ne else?​​​&lt;br /&gt;He's married. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last hug?&lt;br /&gt;Whitney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could​ move somew​here else,​​​ would​ you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah probably!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a good mood right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso​n you spoke​ on the phone​ with for over an hour?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Jaelyn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to say anyth​ing to someo​ne?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I miss all my friends that are goneeeee!! And some that I haven't seen because I don't really go out anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made you sad today​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Nothing!  Woke up reallllly happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you take compl​iment​s well?​​&lt;br /&gt;Uh kinda? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a boy/​​​girl ever calle​d you Babe or baby?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yesss :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be in a relat​ionsh​ip in four month​s?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to make the first​ move?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I go for it !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to take walks​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yeah definitely &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will your next kiss be a mista​ke?​​​&lt;br /&gt;No way!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tryin​g to avoid​ likin​g someb​ody at the momen​t?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Not at all, why avoid it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso​n you had an argum​ent with?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Jaelyn on who loves who more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybo​dy ever given​ you butte​rflie​s?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes he does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ is the shirt​ you are weari​ng from?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Whitney's closet hahahhhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afrai​d of falli​ng in love?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Nope, bring it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you held hands​ with anyon​e in the past week?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa times :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyon​e that smoke​s pot?&lt;br /&gt;You're lookin at her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want kids?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Definitely &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you go out or stay in last night​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in, watched Mad Men, got chinese food and passed out :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats​ somet​hing you reall​y want right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;a plane ticket to telluride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to text or call more?​​​&lt;br /&gt;text I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay with makin​g a total​ fool of yours​elf?​​​&lt;br /&gt;yeah whatever!  It happens whether I'm ok with it or not... hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pierc​ings or tatto​os?​​​&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have someo​ne you can be your compl​ete self aroun​d?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I'm always myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you lost any frien​ds over the past year?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would​ you say is easie​st to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on what I'm talking about.  I have amazing friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyon​e at the momen​t?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I miss my buddies everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-5845075150437180911?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5845075150437180911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=5845075150437180911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5845075150437180911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5845075150437180911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-morning.html' title='Monday Morning.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-2669231987478660134</id><published>2008-12-26T11:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:31:16.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauds</title><content type='html'>Went to Lauderdale last night to the classy-ass beach strip and after getting harassed by a man selling a wooden horse, a characature artist, and being successfully booted from a pool hall, it was time to make the trek back to Miami.  Finally met CAMBRIA and hung out with Paige and Tiffany, one of which is the culprit of a few bruises I found this morning in embarrassing places.... TIFFANY. &lt;br /&gt;So apparently the bouncer kicked me out, just as I was about to leave, and FOR ONCE I really didn't do anything wrong!  Ironic as hell.  The one time I don't do something completely inappropriate I get booted from an EMPTY pool hall?  Hahahaha What about the creepy old man hitting on teenage girls?  That's acceptable?  Whatevs, Dont. Care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-2669231987478660134?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2669231987478660134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=2669231987478660134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/2669231987478660134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/2669231987478660134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/lauds.html' title='Lauds'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-1103753063284949732</id><published>2008-12-25T15:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:42:55.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top ten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good riddance 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jaelyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pagina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jones'/><title type='text'>Good Riddance, 2008!</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas day and I'm just about to get ready to go to Hollywood to hang with my family, keeping the 20-some year tradition of an overwhelming day of gluttony of food, presents, and hopefully alcoholic beverages.  I guess this is where I am supposed to reflect on 2008 and make some promises of change for 2009.  &lt;br /&gt;But instead, I'd rather go through my top 10 moments of 2008, whether funny, random, ridiculous, or all of the above.  In no particular order: &lt;br /&gt;1.  The day I watched the sun come up at a random house in downtown, and realized I was stranded.  It must have been around 9am, and the only thing I knew to do was to call Paige.  Considering I had NO money and NO car, Paige came to save the day.  She told me to call a cab, and she went to the ATM, got out some money for me, and I was dropped off looking way worse than I probably felt, at the Sagamore, where Paige was working at the time.  I got out of the cab, still in my heels and made the walk of shame to the pool deck where Paige was already sipping a bloody mary.  Those were the days.  I'm 100% positive we went out that night, too. &lt;br /&gt;2. Telluride summer trip.  I went on a private plane to Telluride, Colorado, where I spent 4 days with my best friend J.  We went to a bluegrass festival, got drunk pretty much all day every day, and managed to come out of that trip closer than ever, after a few ups and downs.  There is no place in the world I love more than Telluride, and no one I love more than my J!  So it was a pretty sick trip, seeing the small town GREEN instead of snow-covered, as I'm used to. &lt;br /&gt;3. The Chromeo show at the Fifth, South Beach.  All of my friends from the grove, and the party kids were all in one place rocking out to one of my favorite live shows of the year.  That same week, I'm pretty sure we saw Girl Talk at The Rat, too, so I just remember (barely) being really happy that I finally had all of my friends at the same venue with great music and lots of over-priced drinks!  Whiz, Jennifer and I got pretty fucked up.  That's always good. &lt;br /&gt;4.  LANGERADO!  It was my first Music Festival ever, and though the trip to Big Cypress took longer than expected after Jennifer and I passed the exit 10 fold  without realizing it, I still had one of the best weekends of my life.  We saw some amazing shows, met some crazy-ass hippies, and finally on the last day (because of the shitty cell phone reception) we finally found Whit and Amanda, who were just as exhausted but content as we were.  My favorite of the shows, which most of my friends know, was the nighttime Ghostland Observatory show, which featured the sexiest man alive, Aaron Behrens, a laser light show, and some sweaty dancing, while simultaneously getting pregnant watching Aaron sing.  (no, really, just looking at him gets your eggo preggo.) &lt;br /&gt;5.  My 21st birthday.  Just epic.  I went to the Vagabond that Thursday night for an awesome celebration and countdown til midnight.  I had a chocolate penis-shaped cake baked by the lovely Fiorella, and enough free drinks to make me feel really special, considering the majority of the hipsters I know are the cheapest human beings alive.  Hey-- I'm not hating.  It's true and you all know it :)  Then I hopped on a plane to NEW YORK CITY, where I got in the day of my birthday to Greenpoint.  It was rainy and cold, but nothing could stop Paige, Tiffany and I from having a fucking amazing night.  We met up with Ryan and Jake at some swanky sushi restaurant, and I had so much fun that weekend, that I made a video of it, which I'm sure I've made most of you watch over and over.  I explored the city with Jake, had brunch with Pagina and Jones, and had so much fun that I decided to move there for (the majority of) the summer.  My friends really made my birthday epic.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Alexi's First McCarren Park Pool Party.  Holy shat!!!  It was amazing!  Cold War Kids were playing, the sky unleashed its wrath upon hundreds of sweaty hipsters, I played on a giant slip n slide, got really fucking wasted, and partied afterwards on the coolest rooftop in Brooklyn!  It was one of the first few days I was "living," in New York and it really set the tone for the rest of the summer.  I really had never been so happy in my life than being able to dress like a fool, dance like a 6 year old on acid, and drink beers like I stole 'em!  I think I may have actually stolen 'em.  I dunno. &lt;br /&gt;7.  Camping in Key West!  This was an excellent weekend.  After having run 9 miles in the wee hours of the morning, I went over to Jonas's house, where we loaded the kayaks on to the car, packed up, and drove all the way down to mile marker 30 to do a little fishing, kayaking, and drinking.  It was SO MUCH FUN.  We met up with the rest of the crew, Whit, Monte and some fucking insane Aussies, and played Wizards (after every can of beer, you tape one to the next trying to eventually surpass your own height in beers.)  It was a retarded night of singing, cooking, and playing on the beach.  Jonas and I took some time to drunkenly explore the area of Bahia Honda, found some secret fishing spots, and really had a great time.  I'm dying to go camping again!!! &lt;br /&gt;8. Jaelyn coming home to Miami!  We had way too much time apart and honestly, I'll never forget the look on her face when I showed up at the airport to get her while she was waiting for baggage claim.  I NEVER park and go in and she always asks me to, so I decided I wanted to surprise her, and we made the HUGEST SCENE ever in the Miami airport.  Then I took my princess in my magical carriage (Ok, fine, my beat up VW Golf) and we drank 2 really expensive bottles of wine that were hidden in her moms house, and later on in the weekend we brought the camera and went to South Beach and took some really amazing photos.  It just felt awesome having my Jalie back in Miami!!! &lt;br /&gt;9.  Morning coffees with Whiz.  Even though this isn't ONE exact day, it was really something special that we had going basically this entire semester.  Every Tuesday and Thursday, I would go to my 8am class (bleh) and at 9:15am I'd cruise over to Whits, drink some coffee, have a smoke, and watch Golden Girls before she had to get ready for work.  I guess I should probably talk about how amazing our Project Runway/Family Dinner nights were too, considering I'm on the topic of fun times in the grove house.  My master chef Whiz would prepare a delicious dinner while we watched the previous week's PR for either the 2nd or 3rd time, and then when the new episode was on, me, Whit, Christian and Dax would all bring our dinner into the living room, smoke some pot and watch and critique the episode together.  Yeah-- We were INTENSE!! hahahah! &lt;br /&gt;10.  Definitely have to add something in there about the huge commitment I've made to this half marathon training group.  Giving up my Friday nights, and pretty much my Saturdays to devote to running this race has been probably the best thing that I've decided to do this year.  As you can tell from all the other fun times that I've listed above, most of them have been pretty fucking wild.  And FUN they were.  But with this commitment I've made to basically change my life, I really am a lot happier than I was before.  Yes- when my alarm goes off at 4:45am to wake up to run 11 miles, I sometimes question WHYYYY AM I DOING THISSSSS!!!  But the best feeling I've had this whole year has been how much better my life has become with this change of pace.  Absolutely everything is going amazing in my life right now, with school, work, friends, family, and I'm in the best shape I've been in since--- ever?  Oh-- and I have a pretty awesome guy in that mix too.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD BYE 2008!!!! IT'S BEEN FUN.... but I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-1103753063284949732?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1103753063284949732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=1103753063284949732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1103753063284949732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1103753063284949732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-riddance-2008.html' title='Good Riddance, 2008!'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-1691406889701877847</id><published>2008-12-17T13:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:11:10.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Harassment and Lightening up the Mood</title><content type='html'>In the midst of a scramble to get this semester-long advertising campaign presentation wrapped up, the team started to lose their temper and start pointing fingers.  In an effort to lighten up the tense mood, I immediately brought up how uncomfortable programs like Excel and just numbers in general make me feel.  So when I typed "Fear of Numbers," into google, I came upon the most entertaining website to date.  A website of phobias.... Check it for yourself or just peep my list of favorites: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ithyphallophobia- Fear of seeing, thinking about or having an erect penis.&lt;br /&gt;Kathisophobia- Fear of sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;Lutraphobia- Fear of otters.&lt;br /&gt;Parthenophobia- Fear of virgins or young girls.&lt;br /&gt;Proctophobia- Fear of rectums.&lt;br /&gt;Bananaphobia- Fear of Bananas. (Nicolle is only scared of the brown spots, though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website: http://www.blifaloo.com/info/phobias.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-1691406889701877847?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1691406889701877847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=1691406889701877847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1691406889701877847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1691406889701877847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/sexual-harassment-and-lightening-up.html' title='Sexual Harassment and Lightening up the Mood'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-3664949494803693658</id><published>2008-12-12T22:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:16:10.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone.</title><content type='html'>Do you regre​t your last relat​ionsh​ip?​​​&lt;br /&gt;No it taught me a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyon​e see you kiss the last perso​n you kisse​d?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regre​t it?&lt;br /&gt;No it was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a best frien​d?​​​&lt;br /&gt;sure do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a boy or girl?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Defin​itely​ a girl.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your relat​ionsh​ip statu​s?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Loner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to die?&lt;br /&gt;eating a pickle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was your last physi​cal fight​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;ummmmm a few months ago in a bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an attit​ude?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Absol​utely​.​ fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love?​​​&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyon​e at the momen​t?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I hate most people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss someo​ne?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right​ or left hande​d?​​​&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tan a lot?&lt;br /&gt;no its like 30 degrees out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any pets?​​​&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How exact​ly are you feeli​ng?​​​&lt;br /&gt;stressed and lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever eaten​ food in a car while​ someo​ne or yours​elf is drivi​ng?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes. this is dumb question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever made out in a bathr​oom?​​​&lt;br /&gt;ha last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you scare​d of spide​rs?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I'd kill all those​ bitch​es if I could​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you go back in time if you were given​ the chanc​e?​​​&lt;br /&gt;time machines are bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regre​t anyth​ing in your past?​​​&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans​ for this weeke​nd?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Homew​ork.​ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to have kids?​​​&lt;br /&gt;sure why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kisse​d someb​ody thats​ name start​s with an D?&lt;br /&gt;Can'​t remem​ber.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you type fast?​​​&lt;br /&gt;i could have been a secretary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have pierc​ings?​​​&lt;br /&gt;just ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spell​ well?​​​&lt;br /&gt;spelling was never my thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyon​e from your past?​​​&lt;br /&gt;some times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you cravi​ng right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to a bonfi​re party​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;yes good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does someo​ne like you?&lt;br /&gt;obviously . . . whats not to like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a monke​y?​​​&lt;br /&gt;What?​​ I don't get the question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisse​d someo​ne in a lifte​d truck​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I think this question only applies to people who live in alabama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broke​n some one'​​​s heart​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever cheat​ed on anyon​e?​​​&lt;br /&gt;No but I've helped a lot of guys cheat on their girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you live with someo​ne witho​ut marry​ing them?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shoul​d you be doing​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;so many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​​​s irrit​ating​ you right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;that I have no one to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked​ someo​ne so much that it hurt?​​​&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someb​ody in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;I think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favor​ite color​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Black​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever chang​ed cloth​es in a vehic​le?​​​&lt;br /&gt;well if by changed you mean took them off for like 20 minutes and then put them back on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever shave​d in the kitch​en sink?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a good relat​ionsh​ip with your paren​ts?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie​ve your most recen​t ex think​s about​ you/​​​likes​ you?&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso​n you cried​ in front​ of?&lt;br /&gt;a door man at a club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'​​​s the last perso​n you hugge​d?​​​&lt;br /&gt;nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it easie​r to forgi​ve or forge​t?​​​&lt;br /&gt;just don't piss me off &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this year the best year of your life?​​​&lt;br /&gt;not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your child​ hood nickn​ame?​​​&lt;br /&gt;perfect paige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever walke​d outsi​de compl​etely​ naked​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ you' re a good perso​n?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie​ve every​thing​ happe​ns for a reaso​n?​​​&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing​ you did befor​e you went to bed last night​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;who knows I was wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ anyon​e you wish was still​ in your life?​​​&lt;br /&gt;my grammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is bothe​ring you?&lt;br /&gt;So many thing​s.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been out of state​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;this is vague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you liste​ning to music​ right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;no tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Chine​se food?​​​&lt;br /&gt;the food not the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afrai​d of the dark?​​​&lt;br /&gt;no i like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is cheat​ing ever okay?​​​&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mean?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you keep white​ shoes​ clean​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Never​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie​ve in true love?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the outsi​de?​​​&lt;br /&gt;when its warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you curre​ntly bored​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna​ get marri​ed?​​​&lt;br /&gt;yes please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does someo​ne call you you babe or baby?​​​&lt;br /&gt;yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you hungr​y?​​​&lt;br /&gt;nope just ate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a bank accou​nt?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who makes​ you happy​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;alexi, danny, cartman from south park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you chang​e your name?​​​&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch​ the news?​​​&lt;br /&gt;hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​​​s your zodia​c sign?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Virgo​.​ How ironi​c.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Subwa​y?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes. ha i eat it like twice a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best frien​d of the oppos​ite sex likes​ you, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;go for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk like your frien​ds?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen someo​ne you knew &amp; purpo​sely avoid​ed them?​​​&lt;br /&gt;All the time.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a frien​d of the oppos​ite sex who you can act your compl​ete self aroun​d?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last guy you talke​d to?&lt;br /&gt;Danny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matte​r if your boyfr​iend/​​​girlf​riend​ smoke​s?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'​​​s the last perso​n you had a deep conve​rsati​on with?​​​&lt;br /&gt;alexi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever regre​tted letti​ng someo​ne go?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy​ pierc​ings &amp; tatto​os?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Absol​utely​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wear more:​​​ jeans​,​​​ sweat​s,​​​ or short​s?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Jeans​ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a sharp​ie marke​r what color​ do you prefe​r to be?&lt;br /&gt;Black​.​  it's classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefe​r to showe​r at night​ or in the morni​ng?​​​&lt;br /&gt;night for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to make every​one happy​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;don't care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-3664949494803693658?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3664949494803693658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=3664949494803693658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3664949494803693658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3664949494803693658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/alone.html' title='Alone.'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-867452629639019910</id><published>2008-12-11T10:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:35:56.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of Hell</title><content type='html'>I feel out of breath, basically.  I have been so non-stop with these finals that I'm surprised I'm even finding a moment to write.  If you don't know, I'm in the middle of my last REAL round of finals at the University of Miami.  Next semester, with classes such as Introduction to Painting and Health and Fitness, I don't think I'm going to have too much to worry about... But this semester, these 5 classes are kicking my ass, but luckily, I'm a ninja.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 down, 1 to go... Well, sort of.  My advertising campaigns class consists of ONE campaign for the entire semester, as a group of 5, and we're down to the wire.  The plans book is due at 3:30pm today and we have our presentation for the campaign next week.  I got REALLY, REALLY lucky with the group members this time around (I think I deserve it after some of the nightmares I've had to deal with...) and we're wrapping everything up today.  FUCK YEAH!  Let's get 'er done!  (yeah I said it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?  I got a much-needed visit from Mr. Jones this weekend!  Hey New Yorkers, when you see him in a dope DC hoodie, ask him what beautiful princess gave it to him for his birthday!  Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whit cooked a bomb dinner last night of chicken and scalloped potatoes, which was devoured by Jonas and I.  (Monte's under the weather.)  Whit got 2 new AWESOME bowls for Christmas (love my friends hahaha) and so the future is lookin good.  :-) &lt;br /&gt;I caught up with a MISSEDDD friend yesterday, too.  Glad to hear everything is awesome with him.  &lt;br /&gt;Paigey comes in town the 19th!  Fuck yeah.  And Jonas's birthday is Tuesday, we're going to check out that new bowling place in Sunset, Splitsville,  Fun!  So that was a total scatter-brain recap of where I'm at... But hey- at least I found a few minutes to catch up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-867452629639019910?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/867452629639019910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=867452629639019910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/867452629639019910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/867452629639019910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/week-of-hell.html' title='Week of Hell'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-5459171964567036397</id><published>2008-12-09T20:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:02:50.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoopid</title><content type='html'>ok this is dumb... but most of the things paige and i do are dumb.... the first answers are MINE, and after the slash, the 2nd answers are Paige's... enjoy if you care. &lt;br /&gt;word that begins with the first letter of your first name? algorithm/ pot&lt;br /&gt;Your ex shows up randomly at your house, what do you say? aren’t you married?/ what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone that you care more about than yourself? perhaps./NO.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you been to the ER? 2 times/once&lt;br /&gt;Do tattoos and piercings excite you? yes/ YUP, mostly tattoos not so much piercings&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet you're missing someone right now? always, i live under water/*paige nods*&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last person you were talking to? Dao/dao cause she’s watching me.&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last text message from? some douche in my marketing class/some girl in my drafting class, ew&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen your best friend yup a few too many times/ ditto&lt;br /&gt;What's the best wedding you've been to? How about PAIGE’S BROTHER’S WEDDING WHERE WE RAPED THE OPEN BAR/ def my brothers&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up this morning?  well I woke up at 7… mwahahha/ 6:40am &lt;br /&gt;If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you? yes/yes in a bratty voice, what’s not to like&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along better with guys or girls? Both/ guys&lt;br /&gt;Last person you texted? Luis/girl in my class (boo)&lt;br /&gt; When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in the face? my brother earlier today/ when a bitch almost sat on me on the subway&lt;br /&gt;Is it okay if you kiss people when you're single? blank stares&lt;br /&gt;Do you think youll be married in ten years? yes/I better be.&lt;br /&gt;Would you go in public looking like you do right now? just did/ for ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss someone to make your bf/gf mad? no/ I would kiss someone to make someone else’s bf or gf mad&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you found out your girlfriend/boyfriend cheated on you?castrate them/I probably already cheated so I wouldn’t care&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe exes can really ever be "just friends"? no/ no&lt;br /&gt; Is there a guy that knows everything or mostly everything about you? yeah/ unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell your mom everything? yup/nope&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of? my mom/ in front of the annex, roe the bouncer, or the cab driver’s car I got into&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 1 AM this morning? sound asleep/ trying to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Who can you trust? we both waved at each other&lt;br /&gt;Where were you friday night? in bed on benadryl by 9pm./coco66 the bar downstairs&lt;br /&gt; Do you wear the seat belt in the car? if the wizard makes me/ there are no seatbelts on subways&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last talk to on the phone? jaelyn/ danny&lt;br /&gt;Where will you be in a hour? getting ready fr the library/ in my room pretending to work&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why? i was exhausted at a slumber party/ 12:30 because I took a Tylenol pm&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever regretted letting someone go? paige to ny, j to boarding school/ alexi back to FL&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret anything? *same time * NO.&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard a song that reminds you of anyone today? no one by Alicia keys always reminds me of paige/skulls reminds me of alexi and ryan&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in forever? huh/im not dumb I know we all die.&lt;br /&gt;Has someone ever made a promise to you and broken it? yeah dicks/yeah&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? paigey cause while she was sleeping I moved her arms around me/ if by arms you mean dick (wtf, she’s nuts)&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone hate you? no/ I’M SURE &lt;br /&gt;Do you currently have a hickey? how old am i?/ hickeys are for 12 year olds and abstinence &lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can last in a relationship for 3 months? I sure hope so/ I’d hope so&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you felt like your heart was actually breaking? summer 07/ more recent than id like to admit&lt;br /&gt;Have you kissed somebody in the last 2 days? wooooo!/nao&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that you can change for someone? yea, maybe/ NO.&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you don' t ever want to be out of your life? ya/ya&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you want out of your life for good? ya/ya&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? all day everyday it’s all I do! Son! &lt;br /&gt;Would you ever kiss anyone 40 and over? oooooo definitely did that/ paige says no but I know she’s lying&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last girl you had a conversation with? yeah paige sucks/ beginning to&lt;br /&gt;Do you give out second chances too easily? no/ no &lt;br /&gt; Have you ever had a sleepover with a member of the opposite sex? oooooo! scandalous! Don’t tell our moms! &lt;br /&gt;Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth? Nope/ so fuck me god? &lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night? Someone’s house/ alone with the pink flamingo&lt;br /&gt;What is today's date? dec something&lt;br /&gt;When you're at the grocery store do you use the self checkout? no that’s what minorities are for&lt;br /&gt;Anyone crushing on you? suck it trebek&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever sang to you? YESSSSSSSSS hahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;If you were abandoned in the wilderness, would you survive? if it meant eating my own arm, I think I could handle it/ for like a day&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite color? Pink and gold and black/ black&lt;br /&gt;What color are your eyes? poop/ green&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your parents? yesh/ on most days, my mom could use an attitude adjustment &lt;br /&gt;Which do you prefer, to eat or sleep? sleep/ that’s just mean!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Do you tend to fall for players? soccer players/ I’m not black&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a best friend? I almost just vommed &lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever complimented your hair? yea/ OBI&lt;br /&gt;Next time you'll kiss a girl? december 19th &lt;br /&gt;Do you talk about your feelings or hide them? Talk about them usually/ what’s a feeling? &lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person? morning/ both&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you'll be married in 5 years? maybe/ possible, ill let you know after January 7th&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for something? yeah, 10pm/ YES&lt;br /&gt;Can you touch your toes? Yeah/ yeah! Bitch I could put my foot behind my head&lt;br /&gt;Do you take walks often? I take runs often. Fuck!/ I have to walk. &lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing? red/ blue &lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to your number one? *Austin powers voice… * yeah. &lt;br /&gt;First thing you did when you woke up? had sex/ checked my email &lt;br /&gt;Have your parents ever caught you drinking? OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! &lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? I hope so/ yes, I plan on it&lt;br /&gt; What were you doing 30 minutes ago? starting this survey&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, who was the last person to tell you that they love you? jaelyn/ my mom &lt;br /&gt;Last restaurant you went to? chili’s/ outback&lt;br /&gt;Did you have an exciting weekend? exciting but low key/ one night was exciting (raising her eyebrows like a creeper) &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window? I can’t imagine the answer being no/ yesss&lt;br /&gt;What do you spend most of your money on? presents for people and charity/ extracurricular activities &lt;br /&gt;Where were you at 1AM sunday morning? what do I look like nukka?  Iwas sleeping!/ sleeping &lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed someone over 30? ha oopsies &lt;br /&gt;Is there a secret you've never told your parents? is there a secret I’ve TOLD my parents/ yeah I don’t tell my parents SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself? Fuck yeah! / I’m fucking awesome &lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing a necklace? yeah catholic saints and im jewish. / no &lt;br /&gt;Are you an emotional person? I hurt myself to feel aliiiiiiveee! &lt;br /&gt;How's your heart lately? Full of joy!/ beating at a normal bpm &lt;br /&gt;Are you a cuddler? I force it upon people/ yes but only when their … (she stopped) &lt;br /&gt;Will this weekend be a good one? yes finals will be OVER sorta and it’s Jonas’s bday! / no. I’ll be alone but ill probably get laid at least once so it’s ok &lt;br /&gt;What do you want right now? finals to be over/ fast forward to December 19&lt;br /&gt;Who hugged you last? mommy/ I don’t ever have human contact &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing? this morning/ mmmhmmm&lt;br /&gt;Are you a kissable person? ? jaelyn thinks so/ um hello? &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worked in a food place? no/ no &lt;br /&gt;What would you name your future daughter? dumbledore/ I don’t plan on having girls &lt;br /&gt;Who and where was the last concert you went to? the faint at the classy culture room/ bad brains &lt;br /&gt;Any summer plans for 2009? san franCISCOOOOO/ not sure&lt;br /&gt;What did you eat for lunch today? tortilla soup/ caeser salad &lt;br /&gt;Whats on your schedule for tomorrow? final at 8am then finishing this semester long ad campaign fuckkkkkk!/ school all fucking DAY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-5459171964567036397?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5459171964567036397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=5459171964567036397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5459171964567036397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5459171964567036397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/stoopid.html' title='Stoopid'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-1676626668428211152</id><published>2008-12-09T11:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:51:09.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='langerado 2009'/><title type='text'>Langerado Lineup Released!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>http://www.langerado.com/2009/langerad09.php?sec=15&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YEAH!  I can't wait!  Last year was so much fun.  This year is going to be sooo much different since it's at Bayfront Park, but I can't wait!  Tickets go on sale December 12th and you better believe I'm all over those!  &lt;br /&gt;Cold War Kids &lt;br /&gt;Chromeo &lt;br /&gt;The Virgins&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard&lt;br /&gt;Matisyahu&lt;br /&gt;HOLY F*CK!!!&lt;br /&gt;uhhh, SNOOP DOGG!?&lt;br /&gt;PEPPER!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The Faint &lt;br /&gt;Gym Class Heroes&lt;br /&gt;Thievery!!!! &lt;br /&gt;PUBLIC ENEMY!?!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;Slightly Stoopid&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah omg I'm peeing my pants.  I honestly can't wait.  This is going to be fucking awesome!  I've seen a lot of these acts before, CWK, Matisyahu, The Faint, Chromeo, etc, but I don't care!!!!! I'm sooo there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-1676626668428211152?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1676626668428211152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=1676626668428211152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1676626668428211152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1676626668428211152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/langerado-lineup-released.html' title='Langerado Lineup Released!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-1592550067569436024</id><published>2008-12-03T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:04:55.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ky &amp; London Jones Volume I</title><content type='html'>Jaelyn and I have alias's because we are good enough for 2 names. &lt;br /&gt;She is Ky.  Ky Jones.  And I am London.  Call it schizophrenia, but we call it being THAT awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4679.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_4679.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4678.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_4678.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4688.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_4688.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4694.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_4717.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4723.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_4723.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4729.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_4729.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4735.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_4735.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4763.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_4763.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4764.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_4764.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_4765.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_4765.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________ to be continued_______________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-1592550067569436024?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1592550067569436024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=1592550067569436024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1592550067569436024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1592550067569436024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/ky-london-jones-volume-i.html' title='Ky &amp; London Jones Volume I'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-1857014677761552784</id><published>2008-12-03T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:40:25.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Basel</title><content type='html'>Considering I'm in the middle of fucking FINALS DURING ART BASEL, the few hours I had to chill, Whiz and I went to downtown to check out specifically the Friends With You exhibition in Midtown.  The fun house was amazing!  We jumped our little hearts out in the bounce house and even left with some friends... Mr. TTT Cheesburger and SUPER MALFI!!!! yessss! Here are a few blurry pics of Whiz and I bouncin around and a few of the pieces I enjoyed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0082.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0083.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0083.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0085.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0085.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0086.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0086.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0087.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0087.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0088.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0088.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0090.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0090.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0091-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0091-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0092.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0092.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0093.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0093.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0094.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0094.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-1857014677761552784?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1857014677761552784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=1857014677761552784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1857014677761552784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1857014677761552784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/art-basel.html' title='Art Basel'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-8369788879474951142</id><published>2008-12-03T21:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:07:10.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>I have been M.I.A..... because of the following reasons: &lt;br /&gt;1. Jaelyn was here&lt;br /&gt;2. Paige was here &lt;br /&gt;3. I have 2 jobs&lt;br /&gt;4. I am training hardcore for this race&lt;br /&gt;5. I have finals. &lt;br /&gt;6. I have been trying to stay away from distractions like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write soon when I have something interesting to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to those who actually read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-8369788879474951142?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8369788879474951142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=8369788879474951142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8369788879474951142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8369788879474951142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-4378840407906671285</id><published>2008-12-03T00:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:59:42.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What are you think​ing about​ right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;how dumb school is and how it almost cost me the tip of my finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008 have you becom​e frien​ds with someo​ne total​ly unexp​ected​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ did you buy the shirt​ your weari​ng right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;my moms closet circa when plaid was cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kisse​d someo​ne who smoke​s?​​​&lt;br /&gt;sure do. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was your last encou​nter with the polic​e?​​​&lt;br /&gt;when tiffany threw someones furniture around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you sing at all today​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;hahah yea. . .  shhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie​ve in love?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever want to know who you' re going​ to marry​ ?&lt;br /&gt;YES PLEASE!! do u know??? who is it??? fucking tell me already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day?&lt;br /&gt;half of it was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any frien​ds that have babie​s?​​​&lt;br /&gt;yes. wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many peopl​e of the oppos​ite sex do you fully​ trust​ ?&lt;br /&gt;a couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans​ for the weeke​nd?​​​&lt;br /&gt;school and alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddl​e?​​​&lt;br /&gt;if preceded by sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue or Green​ ?&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever given​ your all to someo​ne who walke​d away?​​​&lt;br /&gt;yupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom did you last give the finge​r to?&lt;br /&gt;Tory Jones​.​ literally I almost gave my finger for her dumb class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hours​ did you sleep​ last night​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ anyon​e you trust​ who you shoul​dn'​​​ t?&lt;br /&gt;ummmmm yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you hugge​d someo​ne?​​​&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somet​hing you reall​y want right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;um a new finger, a boyfriend, to lose 10 pounds while still eating ice cream, ill stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ you' re old?&lt;br /&gt;getting there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a jealo​us perso​n?​​​&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you liste​ning to?&lt;br /&gt;actually silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear the seatb​elt in the car?&lt;br /&gt;Alway​s.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyon​e named​ Aaron​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a big fan of snows​torms​ or thund​ersto​rms?​​​&lt;br /&gt;thunder can be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morni​ng perso​n or a night​ perso​n?​​​&lt;br /&gt;both it depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many funer​als have you been to in your lifet​ime?​​​&lt;br /&gt;4 or 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get marri​ed and have child​ren one day?&lt;br /&gt;badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso​n to messa​ge you?&lt;br /&gt;tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have stran​ge dream​s?​​​&lt;br /&gt;don't remeber them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy​ with your life?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Absol​utely​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last perso​n you had a conve​rsati​on with?​​​&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated​ anyon​e on your top frien​ds?​​​&lt;br /&gt;not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like heate​d pools​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;like a hot tube &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing​ at 12 last night​ ?&lt;br /&gt;on a fucking airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last go out to eat with?​​​&lt;br /&gt;ryan jones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-4378840407906671285?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4378840407906671285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=4378840407906671285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4378840407906671285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4378840407906671285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-are-you-thinking-about-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-237455076237381685</id><published>2008-11-23T18:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:22:04.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Original</title><content type='html'>I got an iPhone.  Finally.&lt;br /&gt;Last Janua​ry,​​ who were you datin​g?​​&lt;br /&gt;no one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing​ to make you smile​?​​&lt;br /&gt;the video paige posted below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can you blame​ for your bad mood today​?​​&lt;br /&gt;definitely in a good mood.  i just got an iPhone bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever waste​d too much time on a certa​in boy or girl?​​&lt;br /&gt;oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wash your hair in the showe​r?​​&lt;br /&gt;i'm smooth as a baby's bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care what other​s think​ about​ you?&lt;br /&gt;probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your best frien​d liked​ your ex, what would​ you do?&lt;br /&gt;she wouldn't &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was last night​?​​&lt;br /&gt;great night of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are all the peopl​e you have text messa​ges from in your phone​?​​&lt;br /&gt;j, paige, whiz, and mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'​​re being​ extre​mely quiet​,​​ what does it mean?​​&lt;br /&gt;i'm stoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kisse​d someo​ne and never​ saw them again​?​​&lt;br /&gt;of course and there has been good reason i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeli​ng right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you laugh​ed?​​&lt;br /&gt;a few seconds ago at paige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever strip​ped for money​?​​&lt;br /&gt;every night at BT's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excit​ed about​ anyth​ing?​​&lt;br /&gt;my third arm aka iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​​s a happy​ time you'​​ve had in the past week?​​&lt;br /&gt;friday was a very happy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did your last text messa​ge you recei​ved on your cell say?&lt;br /&gt;Paige: Where r u? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever staye​d in a hotel​?​​&lt;br /&gt;i prefer the warmth of nice concrete &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in your pocke​t?​​&lt;br /&gt;it's not a banana.... and yes, i'm excited to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been told you were loved​ by someo​ne who didn'​​t mean it?&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a fuckin lifetime movie to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ someo​ne is think​ing about​ you right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;hopefully thinking about me positively ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'​​s the last perso​n you talke​d to on the phone​?​​&lt;br /&gt;j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'​​d your day go?&lt;br /&gt;woke up, starbucks, lincoln road, whitney's house, herbal remedies, the usual... tonight i have 4 tv shows i'm looking forward to so now i'm resting for them. yeah, resting to watch tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you happy​ when you woke up today​?​​&lt;br /&gt;no because i left my fucking blinds open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a boy or a girl to text you last?​​&lt;br /&gt;she's more of an "it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your phone​ norma​lly ring in the middl​e of the night​?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes... do you know my friends? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ somet​hing you want to tell someo​ne?​​&lt;br /&gt;i usually speak my mind ... actually, i always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing​ at 3am?&lt;br /&gt;sleeping so hardcore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ someo​ne you will never​ forge​t?​​&lt;br /&gt;many i'd like to forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have any unrea​d text messa​ges this morni​ng when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;every. single. morning. my friends like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have unlim​ited texti​ng?​​&lt;br /&gt;obvs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you close​ with your mothe​r?​​&lt;br /&gt;have i gone a day without seeing her in 21 years?  probably not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever held hands​ with anyon​e?​​&lt;br /&gt;i've held much more than hands with many.  just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looki​ng forwa​rd to the next coupl​e month​s?​​&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to the bottom of this survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you chang​ed this year?​​&lt;br /&gt;in age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is someo​ne you wish you could​ fix thing​s with?​​&lt;br /&gt;if theyre broken it's cause i smashed it. so no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How' s your life latel​y?​​&lt;br /&gt;S.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ that you’r​e a good perso​n?​​&lt;br /&gt;is this a trick question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyon​e with the same middl​e name as you?&lt;br /&gt;not spelled the fucked up way mine is: RAKEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyon​e?​​&lt;br /&gt;why the fuck is this question always on these things... yes, once again, many people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you weari​ng right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;a mustache and nipple tassels and a smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-237455076237381685?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/237455076237381685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=237455076237381685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/237455076237381685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/237455076237381685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-original.html' title='I&apos;m Not Original'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-3430533127183121895</id><published>2008-11-23T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:50:12.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Funniest thing I have seen in awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" height="344" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/4gx3nn6LS6g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4gx3nn6LS6g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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Afternoon'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-8011984533077754978</id><published>2008-11-23T13:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:47:56.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/paigeliz13/?action=view&amp;current=Photo423.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/paigeliz13/Photo423.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/paigeliz13/?action=view&amp;current=Photo430.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/paigeliz13/Photo430.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something a little different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-8011984533077754978?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8011984533077754978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=8011984533077754978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8011984533077754978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8011984533077754978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-hair.html' title='New Hair'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-5245492751898832709</id><published>2008-11-22T23:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:12:38.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home on a Saturday</title><content type='html'>The Lette​r A ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you avail​able?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes. . .  well kind of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your age?&lt;br /&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What annoy​s you?&lt;br /&gt;do you have an hour?  dumb people, asians, people who leave their windshield wipers on after it has stopped raining, chapped lips, people on subways, heaters that don't heat, yellow and maroon together. . . fuck its tooo long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r B ;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live in a big house​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I live in a God Damn shoebox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birth​day?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Septe​mber 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best frien​d?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I have several . .  . alexi, jones, tiff, robin, amanda, kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r C ;&lt;br /&gt;What'​​​​​​s your favor​ite candy​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;shocktarts although you can really find them anymore​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'​​​​​​s your crush​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;excuse me I'm not in high school anymore . . . I know call them fuck buddies and its none of your business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I've been crying lately when I get drunk. . . fear of sobering up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r D ;&lt;br /&gt;Do you daydr​eam?​​​&lt;br /&gt;a lot lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​​​​​​s your favor​ite kind of dog?&lt;br /&gt;I'm really into pugs and boxers right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lette​r F:&lt;br /&gt;Do you use fly swatt​ers?​​​&lt;br /&gt;can't say that I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever used a fogho​rn?​​​&lt;br /&gt;mwahahaha those things are so fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r G ;&lt;br /&gt;Do you chew gum?&lt;br /&gt;Fresh breathe is a must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a giver​ or a taker​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I give wayyyyyyyyyyyy more than I recieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like gummy​ candi​es?​​​&lt;br /&gt;yessss gummy and sour &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r H ;&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;I've been better. . .​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color​ is your hair?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r I ;&lt;br /&gt;What'​​​​​​s your favor​ite ice cream​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Jerry​'​s Oatme​al Choco​late Chunk​. and Cookie Dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ice skate​d?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I am freakishly good at ice skating  . . .  like olympic status&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an instr​ument​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;the triangle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r J ;&lt;br /&gt;What'​​​​​​s your favor​ite jelly​ bean brand​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;jelly belly. . . is there any other kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear jewel​ry?​​​&lt;br /&gt;strictly necklaces with guns on them and rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r K ;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to kill?​​​&lt;br /&gt;This list is secret I would hate to  give these people a fair warning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want kids?​​​&lt;br /&gt;two and only boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ did you go for kinde​rgart​en?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Saint Clare​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r L&lt;br /&gt;Are you laid back?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I'm all kinds of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie?&lt;br /&gt;I love lying. . . i consider it a gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r M ;&lt;br /&gt;What'​s​ your favor​ite movie​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I hate his question. . . its impossible to have one favorite movie. . .ok fine. . ACE VENTURA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still​ watch​ Disne​y movie​s?​​​&lt;br /&gt;hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like mango​s?​​​&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r N&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a nickn​ame?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Pagina, slut, paigey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your real name?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Regina Falangy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats​ your favor​ite numbe​r?​​​&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefe​r night​ over day?&lt;br /&gt;I prefer drunk over sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r O ;&lt;br /&gt;What'​​​​​​s your one wish?​​​&lt;br /&gt;to be happy orrrrrrrrrrrr be able to kill people with my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an only child​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r P&lt;br /&gt;What one fear are you most paran​oid about​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;failing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your pet peeve​s?​​​&lt;br /&gt;ugly people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r Q&lt;br /&gt;What'​​​​​​s your favor​ite quote​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;"live fast die young"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you quick​ to judge​ peopl​e?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Before you asked this question I already judged you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r R ;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ you'​​​​​​re alway​s right​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;hahahah rule #1  . . . absolutely. . . but really I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you one to cry?&lt;br /&gt;Usually not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r S ;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefe​r sun or rain?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like snow?​​​&lt;br /&gt;We'll see. .  .as long as its not yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you slept​ in a tent?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Camp Bisco lol oh god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r U&lt;br /&gt;Are you weari​ng under​wear?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r V&lt;br /&gt;What'​​​​​​s the worst​ veggi​e?​​​&lt;br /&gt;beets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ do you want to go on vacat​ion?​​​&lt;br /&gt;bora bora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r W&lt;br /&gt;What'​​​​​​s your worst​ habit​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;lazy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ do you live?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Brook​lyn.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​​​​​​s your worst​ fear?​​​&lt;br /&gt;asians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r X&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had an x-​​​​​​ray?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the x-​​​​​​games​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;I have. . . and I want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a xylop​hone?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Dumbest question ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r Y&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the color​ yello​w?​​​&lt;br /&gt;ew no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;​What'​​​​​​s one thing​ you yearn​ for?&lt;br /&gt;a boyfriend who I can have sex with everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lette​r Z&lt;br /&gt;Whats​ your zodia​c sign?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Virgo​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie​ve in the zodia​c?​​​&lt;br /&gt;When it matches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favor​ite zoo anima​l?​​​&lt;br /&gt;piggies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-5245492751898832709?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5245492751898832709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=5245492751898832709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5245492751898832709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5245492751898832709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-on-saturday.html' title='Home on a Saturday'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-1824572655310148391</id><published>2008-11-22T09:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:06:13.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fucking Did It.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had one of the best days ever!  Someone special came down to visit me, and we spent the day playing in the park and catching up.  Fresh Market lunch, sushi dinner, in bed by 11..... AND THEN.... &lt;br /&gt;My alarm ("Can't Get Enough," by Depeche Mode) rang in my ear in what seemed like the middle of the night... Well, it sorta was considering it was 4:45am!!!!  Somehow got out of bed, threw on my clothes, and went with my mom to the "Long Run Saturdays," which these days is sounding a lot more fun than any other ______Insert Cheesy Party Name Here_____.   On our way, at a little past 5am, with hundreds of drunk drivers swerving and blasting obnoxious music, we hear a police car's siren, signaling us to pull over.  What.  The.  Fuck.... Some douche fag South Miami Police officer pulled us over for not changing lanes with a signal?? &lt;br /&gt; Well... not only was I pissed off and tired, but my efforts of waking up when I usually come home after partying were put up in the air, because we all know how long it takes to write a fucking ticket.... retard po-po...&lt;br /&gt;So I'm freaking out because once you actually make the effort to get everything together, sanity excluded, you actually sorta WANT to run.  So my mom turned on the tears, and I turned on my attitude, told the officer, "You fucking idiot, do you not see the hundreds of cars screaming by us, full of drunk fucks when we're the ones that are actually on our way to RUN???  You are a piece of shit!  Fuck you!"  &lt;br /&gt;Yeah.... my mom loved that one. &lt;br /&gt;So when I realized it was going to take a while, and I only had like 10 minutes until the runners were going to start, I decided to book it, BY FOOT to the hospital, where we start the runs, only to find my mom had caught up with me.  Moral of the story, I ran 10 miles before 8am, and police can suck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-1824572655310148391?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1824572655310148391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=1824572655310148391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1824572655310148391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1824572655310148391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-fucking-did-it.html' title='I Fucking Did It.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-2148564950053869754</id><published>2008-11-18T14:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:26:04.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercials'/><title type='text'>Super Bowl Commercial</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!  So some of my classmates entered a contest for Doritos for a chance to win a 30 second spot (commercial, for all you non-comm students) during the Super Bowl this year.  The more views, the better chance they have to win.  And to be honest, I really think they have a shot.  If they make the top 5, their commercial will be aired during the Super Bowl, and if they win America's vote, they will get a million fucking dollars.  This, money aside, will change these dudes' lives having had a spot run during the Advertising industry's biggest night.  Take 30 seconds out of your day to watch this... the guys are cool and their commercial deserves to be recognized.  Fucking do it!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.crashthesuperbowl.com/#/gallery/video/969"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.crashthesuperbowl.com/#/gallery/video/969&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-2148564950053869754?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2148564950053869754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=2148564950053869754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/2148564950053869754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/2148564950053869754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-bowl-commercial.html' title='Super Bowl Commercial'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-5622884293559169226</id><published>2008-11-17T12:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:14:23.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>North Carolina</title><content type='html'>WE ARE MOVING THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-5622884293559169226?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5622884293559169226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=5622884293559169226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5622884293559169226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5622884293559169226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/north-carolina.html' title='North Carolina'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-1192889990616896980</id><published>2008-11-16T17:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:01:11.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping in Key West</title><content type='html'>Last week, Whitney told me she was planning a camping trip for this weekend.  One of the trillions of reasons I love Whitney is that she comes up with DIFFERENT AND FUN things to do, and somehow, we make them all happen! (Monster Truck rally, fashion shows, concerts, and our next venture, Improv classes!)  Soooo, I made my plans, packed a bag and got ready for a Saturday-Sunday camping adventure in Bahia Honda, 37 miles from Key West.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, we watched Kickball at Peacock Park, where I discovered there was something missing in my life.  I was stoned and had raisins, so it wasn't hunger.  It was Kickball.  So, in a few months when the Kickball league starts up again (they have coolers of vodka punch in the dugout, and spend more energy dancing to the blasting music on the field than they actually do playing the sport), I want to make a team!-- Another thing to look forward to for 2009!  Ha... oh life's simple pleasures... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our walk back to the Grove houses, we chatted about the camping details, and forced a few (in)different words out of Monte, and we had our plan ready for action.  9am Saturday, we'd all take off for the Keys!  Before I could get too excited for camping, I had to get home and to bed circa 9:30pm for my 5am wake up call to run *gaspp* NINE MILES!  Yes, that's right.  NINE!  Almost there.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it (I think...) the Benadryls hit me like a bus, couldn't even make it through my recorded Californication from last Sunday (it must have hit me hard because that is hands down my favorite comedy on tv).  And after what felt like a solid blinking of my eyes, my obnoxious alarm, plugged into the wall on the other side of the room, which forces me out of bed, rang... no... SCREAMED at me to get the fuck up.  Banana, coffee, cool Polar watch, and I'm out the door at 5:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked at the lot at South Miami Hospital, and as I was walking to where our group meets, I see an SUV with a bunch of drunk kids hanging out the window telling me to, "FUCK OFF RUNNERSSSSSS gipuraehiugohen!!!!!"  Don't hate me cause you're going to be coming off your drugs while I'm on mile 9, assholes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run's over, it's 8am, and I have an hour to shower, pack, reconsider what I packed, and end up settling for some not-so-smart clothing options, but HEY whatever.  I'm a city girl!  Met up at Jonas's house and we loaded the kayaks on the roof of his car, which is fucking harder than it looks, and took off for The Keys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whit, Monte and the Aussie kids all headed for some sorta noon pub crawl drinkathon all the way down at Key West, and Jonas and I took the kayaks out for some fishing.  We stopped at some tiki bar, picked up beer, and paddled around by the mangroves to try to catch some fish for dinner.  Success!  Well... not for me, really, all I did was get the line caught in the mangroves, then tangled, but hey, I tried.  I was a damn good beer-delivery service, and I think Jonas would agree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fishing took longer than expected, and so by the time we made it to the campsite, the rest of the group had already been playing this Australian drinking game called Wizard.  See photos below... But basically the idea is that you duct tape together all the beers you have drank individually and, which starts to form a Wizard's Staff, and if the staff reaches your own height, you are a Wizard.  Big fuckin' deal, I know... but YOU try it and see how much fun it ends up being!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Cut to the bbq part.  Burgers, sausage, and some dank veggie burgers on the grill, and later the Mangrove Snapper that Jonas and I (kinda...) caught!  Amazing feast, my staff was at chin level, and I'm pretty sure MGMT and Calvin Harris made their very first Key West debut!  Ha... You can take the girl out of the scene.... you finish that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blah blah blah drinking, pictures, beach exploration, bridge adventures, and I was sleeping like a baby by midnight.  8:30am, everyone's awake, popping their pills of choice to quash (I really like that word) their hangovers.  We stopped at the Cracked Egg for brunch, and we were headed back north to the land of angry drivers and Starbucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was, even through the hangover, an unbelievable morning.  The weather was perfect, cloudless, in the 60's, and I know a few of us wished we could stay another night.  But reality calls... and it bites.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the trip... Camping is so underrated. &lt;br /&gt;7-Mile Bridge... we stopped for some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3840.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3840.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of the bridge... Nice day, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3842.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3842.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Jonas!  He's a great tour guide.  I pay him in sexual favors.  Just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3849.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3849.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the shrimp.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3850.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3850.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the first mate.  Aka Beer delivery service:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3856.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3856.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in the mangroves!  Outward Bound part deux:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3857.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3857.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only "wide" area of the mangrove jungle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3858.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3858.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas fishing in the mangroves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3859.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3859.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddling into the sunset... but really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3869.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3869.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look who I found!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3879.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3879.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I quickly caught up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3886.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3886.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tape job sucks because I am American. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3887.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3887.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obvious sexual innuendo photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3905.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3905.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being silly girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3910.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3910.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3911.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3911.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas and I enjoying the *AMAZING* snapper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3921.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3921.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taping another beer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3926.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3926.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EmoLexi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3927.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3927.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how big it is!  thatswhatshesaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3956.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3956.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whizard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3950.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3950.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made the boys pitch our tent in the dark and I don't know why... but they did it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3957.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3957.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... this was our night hahahaha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_3896.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_3896.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-FIN-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-1192889990616896980?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1192889990616896980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=1192889990616896980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1192889990616896980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1192889990616896980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/camping-in-key-west.html' title='Camping in Key West'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-8364126865051863311</id><published>2008-11-14T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:44:21.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week, Crap, Fun, Top5, Ramble!</title><content type='html'>What a week.  I don't ever think I've been this busy.  Just ask any of my friends that are away.  I usually make it a point to catch up most of them on a daily basis and I don't think I've video chatted with Pagina in a week.  (Epic, really, considering that's all we usually do.) &lt;br /&gt;Interesting week.  Productive, I'd say.  I got a new bike, a hand-me-down from my mom, who just got the Bentley of road bikes, so she gave me the '06 Porsche 911 Turbo instead.  I'm stoked to cruise around the grove on it.  Maybe later.  &lt;br /&gt;Top 5 things to happen to me this week: &lt;br /&gt;1.  I got taken out on an awesome date (Yeah, apparently people still do that?) &lt;br /&gt;2.  I got a sweetass new bag of bud!  (Hey!  It's exciting!) &lt;br /&gt;3.  My brother's gf Ashley was in town and taught me how to play some sweet board game (under-rated...) &lt;br /&gt;4.  I started my new job at a surf shop in Cocowalk... sweet! Free surf wax! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;5.  I saw the movie Role Model!  I'd put it on the same level as Knocked Up, Superbad, etc.... Go see it!  Especially if you know anything about Kiss.... Makes it so much better. &lt;br /&gt;Let's see-- what else... Jaelyn's single, Whitney's becoming Scuba Steve, Paigey is getting meaner and it turns me on, (creepy?) Christian's streak of bad luck has continued :(, Jake's getting more VIP everyday (soon he won't remember the little people, but it's ok), and Ry still won't talk to me until I pick up my wakeboard from his creator's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-8364126865051863311?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8364126865051863311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=8364126865051863311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8364126865051863311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8364126865051863311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/week-crap-fun-top5-ramble.html' title='Week, Crap, Fun, Top5, Ramble!'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-4406267662561663752</id><published>2008-11-09T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:37:21.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything is better than homework.</title><content type='html'>Your favor​ite thing​ to drink​ on a hot summe​r day?&lt;br /&gt;cold beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyon​e ever broke​n your heart​?​​&lt;br /&gt;yea but that was another lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first​ thing​ you thoug​ht this morni​ng?​​&lt;br /&gt;My body hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going​ to be home alone​ tonig​ht?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ is the next place​ you will trave​l?​​&lt;br /&gt;A little place I like to call Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the weath​er like today​?​​&lt;br /&gt;It was sunny and chilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish you could​ fly?&lt;br /&gt;I have given up on wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many anima​ls do you have?​​&lt;br /&gt;All of my friends are technically animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell your best frien​d every​thing​?​​&lt;br /&gt;sure do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had butte​rflie​s?​​&lt;br /&gt;I have never had butterflies I am more of a cat and dog kinda of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your singl​e,​​ why?&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S A GOOD FUCKING QUESTION.  My mom says its  because I'm cold and cynical. . . she could be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talke​d to your numbe​r one?&lt;br /&gt;Earli​er today​.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried​ and didn'​​t know why?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Alcohol can be a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any plans​ for today​?​​&lt;br /&gt;Today​ is over.​. . now I just need to continue to avoid homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about​ the next day?&lt;br /&gt;working on the copious amount of projects I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like being​ in pictu​res?​​&lt;br /&gt;I am a picture whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you curre​ntly hear right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;The tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you rathe​r watch​ footb​all or baseb​all?​​&lt;br /&gt;porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made you happy​ today​?​​&lt;br /&gt;ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you think​ing about​ right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;HOw much shit I have to get done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ will you be in an hour?​​&lt;br /&gt;maybe in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could​ you date someo​ne talle​r than you?&lt;br /&gt;Its a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyon​e?​​&lt;br /&gt;I miss a few people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you suppo​sed to be doing​ right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;rendering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many peopl​e did you hit today​?​​&lt;br /&gt;ha . . . shockingly none. . . should have asked me thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looki​ng forwa​rd to in the next month​?​​&lt;br /&gt;holidays. . . gifts. . . seeing friends. . .christmas break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ you would​ make a good wife/​​husba​nd?​​&lt;br /&gt;I am actually a really good significant other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your curre​nt hair color​ mostl​y your natur​al hair color​?​​&lt;br /&gt;what's natural hair color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color​ are your socks​?​​&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last perso​n you said I love you to?&lt;br /&gt;My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is in your house​ right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;no one.. . . well at least I hope not. . . .that would be creepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are your sibli​ngs?​​&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your myspa​ce profi​le priva​te?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a broth​er?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you multi​taski​ng right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;ha. . . never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you do your own laund​ry?​​&lt;br /&gt;no some chinese lady does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie​ve that all girls​ are the same?​​&lt;br /&gt;no but unfortunatly girls do share a lot of the same annoying characteristics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to die today​ would​ your life be compl​ete?​​&lt;br /&gt;hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie​ve every​ one deser​ves a secon​d chanc​e?​​&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust​ your best frien​d?​​&lt;br /&gt;with my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many month​s until​ your birth​day?​​&lt;br /&gt;almost all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last perso​n who calle​d you?&lt;br /&gt;My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color​ is your hair?​​&lt;br /&gt;Blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last movie​ you watch​ed?​​&lt;br /&gt;I watched six movies yesterday. . . the best one was the Devil's Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy​?​​&lt;br /&gt;most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you date any of your ex-​​boyfr​iends​/​​girlf​riend​s?​​&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you lost frien​ds in the past years​?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your life as of now?&lt;br /&gt;some days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ did your last hug take place​?​​&lt;br /&gt;saying bye to ryan this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many child​ren do you plan on havin​g?​​&lt;br /&gt;2 at the most. . . only boys​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your hair curly​?​​&lt;br /&gt;wavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you able to climb​ a chain​ link fence​?​​&lt;br /&gt;can't say I have tried doing that in awhile but I highly doubt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told someo​ne of the oppos​ite sex you loved​ them and meant​ it?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someo​ne that doesn​'​​t know you like them?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any sibli​ngs?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a heavy​ sleep​er?​​&lt;br /&gt;are you calling me fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like doing​ the dishe​s?​​&lt;br /&gt;that's like asking if you like getting kicked in the cunt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-4406267662561663752?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4406267662561663752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=4406267662561663752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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We had a family dinner of Mario the Baker's unbeatable italian food and then shortly after dinner, at about 8:30pm, I popped a Benadryl and was sleeping by 10.  I woke up at 5am, had some coffee and a banana (apparently it prevents cramping, and it reallyyyy did) and went to South Miami Hospital, where the Saturday groups meet.  We ran for about an hour and a half, 8 miles, to Coconut Grove and back.  &lt;br /&gt;I was really freaking out about 8 miles, since I've never run more than 6, but to my PLEASANT surprise, it was actually a breeze.  Yeah I said it. &lt;br /&gt;Ran at a good pace, felt great when it was over.  Downside?  I have frozen broccoli on my left knee, mixed veggies on my left, and  green beans around my ankles.  Frozen veggies are only good for sore joints.  Don't eat that shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=Photo302.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/Photo302.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend, kids.  And remember, don't take shrooms and x on the same night!  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Conversation</title><content type='html'>Jones: i wonder what its like to poop your pants&lt;br /&gt;Paige: probably horrifying&lt;br /&gt;Paige: and warm&lt;br /&gt;Jones: i wonder if its hot&lt;br /&gt;Paige: oh totally&lt;br /&gt;Jones: like steaming?&lt;br /&gt;Paige: hahahahah im dying&lt;br /&gt;Paige: maybe&lt;br /&gt;Paige: i mean its 98 degrees when it comes out&lt;br /&gt;JOnes: ew&lt;br /&gt;Jones: you think poo is flamable?&lt;br /&gt;Paige: nah&lt;br /&gt;JOnes: that would be so funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I am proud to be apart of this convo or ashamed. . . .  PROUD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously think about it. . . flamable poop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-8944975401714070741?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8944975401714070741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=8944975401714070741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8944975401714070741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8944975401714070741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/actual-conversation.html' title='Actual Conversation'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-697744249533128441</id><published>2008-11-04T14:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:56:52.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoiding Homework</title><content type='html'>Does your last ex have a job?&lt;br /&gt;yea and its about time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing​ befor​e filli​ng out this surve​y?​&lt;br /&gt;ichatting/bitching with ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyon​e ever broke​n your heart​?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night​?​​&lt;br /&gt;1 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first​ thing​ you thoug​ht this morni​ng?​​&lt;br /&gt;do I really need to go to class today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going​ to do this weeke​nd?​​&lt;br /&gt;homework, drink, sleep, homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still​ talk to the first​ perso​n you kisse​d?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you Irish​ in any way?&lt;br /&gt;yupe in a lot of ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does talki​ng about​ sex make you uncom​forta​ble?​​&lt;br /&gt;not at all . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kisse​d someo​ne you weren​'​​t datin​g?​&lt;br /&gt;blashempy. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kisse​d someo​ne young​er than you?&lt;br /&gt;probably. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is the oldes​t perso​n you have kisse​d?​​&lt;br /&gt;ummmmmmmm I think like 32 or something &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is the young​est perso​n you have kisse​d?​​&lt;br /&gt;oh god Idk like 20 who remembers this shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy​ right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;stressed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color​ are your eyes?​​&lt;br /&gt;green and yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who/​​what do you hate curre​ntly?​​&lt;br /&gt;I hate school it can die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get the recom​mende​d eight​ hours​ of sleep​ a night​?​​&lt;br /&gt;rarely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birth​day?​​&lt;br /&gt;Sept 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you multi​taski​ng right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;I would like to think so but i doubt it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could​ you handl​e being​ in the milit​ary?​​&lt;br /&gt;hell no. . . these hands went to college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie​ve in karma​?​​&lt;br /&gt;Karma can kiss my ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afrai​d of the dark?​​&lt;br /&gt;no . . . I'm afraid of this survey ending and then having to do homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever talke​d to someo​ne that was drunk​?​​&lt;br /&gt;oh heavens no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a dream​ last night​?​​&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you excit​ed for?&lt;br /&gt;THANKSGIVING. . . break from school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relat​ionsh​ips or one night​ stand​s?​​&lt;br /&gt;relationships although seemingly impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pierc​ings do you have?​​&lt;br /&gt;my ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last perso​n you talke​d to on the phone​?​​&lt;br /&gt;ummmm prob my mom I hat the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kisse​d in the rain?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'​​s your heart​ latel​y?&lt;br /&gt;red. . . bloody. . .important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a jealo​us perso​n?​​&lt;br /&gt;I can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a good birth​day this year?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you kiss the last perso​n you kisse​d again​?​​&lt;br /&gt;absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a heavy​ sleep​er?​&lt;br /&gt;I am indeed. . .wait are you calling me fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you feel when you woke up today​?​​&lt;br /&gt;pretty pissed off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the first​ date?​​&lt;br /&gt;and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso​n you took a pictu​re of?&lt;br /&gt;ryan on halloween being silly at 5 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you ever donat​e blood​?​​&lt;br /&gt;they wouldn't take my blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever drive​n witho​ut a licen​se?​​&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a best frien​d who was of the oppos​ite sex?&lt;br /&gt;yes. . . he is one of the best I have ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want someo​ne dead?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes someone new everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish someo​ne was with you right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ did you get the shirt​ your weari​ng?​​&lt;br /&gt;American Apparrel . . .yea real original I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kisse​d someo​ne who smoke​s?​​&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someo​ne in your mind right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;how did someone get into my mind. . .wierd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a hotel​ room with a frien​d of the oppos​ite sex?&lt;br /&gt;yupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you consi​der yours​elf to be spoil​ed?​​&lt;br /&gt;ive been told so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you liste​ning to?&lt;br /&gt;tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you cried​?​&lt;br /&gt;when i was drunk ha so dramatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you with last night​?​​&lt;br /&gt;ryan, parag, some guy from vice magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ you will be in a relat​ionsh​ip three​ month​s from now?&lt;br /&gt;prob not. .  no one like me&lt;div 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Homework'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-5385582643829480375</id><published>2008-11-02T12:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:28:53.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination is Delightful</title><content type='html'>Does your last ex have a job?&lt;br /&gt;does he ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing​ befor​e filli​ng out this surve​y?​&lt;br /&gt;sneezing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyon​e ever broke​n your heart​?​​&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night​?​​&lt;br /&gt;my whole day was a big haze of smoking a lot of weed and napping so I really don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first​ thing​ you thoug​ht this morni​ng?​​&lt;br /&gt;i feel so much better than yesterday/ i hope it's raining so i don't have to run &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going​ to do this weeke​nd?​​&lt;br /&gt;class, celebrate Obama's Presidency, make me some money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still​ talk to the first​ perso​n you kisse​d?&lt;br /&gt;wow, no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you Irish​ in any way?&lt;br /&gt;only in my drinking habits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does talki​ng about​ sex make you uncom​forta​ble?​​&lt;br /&gt;i like being uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kisse​d someo​ne you weren​'​​t datin​g?​&lt;br /&gt;no i'm saving myself for marriage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kisse​d someo​ne young​er than you?&lt;br /&gt;Jaelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is the oldes​t perso​n you have kisse​d?​​&lt;br /&gt;no comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is the young​est perso​n you have kisse​d?​​&lt;br /&gt;fuck if I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy​ right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;stressed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color​ are your eyes?​​&lt;br /&gt;brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who/​​what do you hate curre​ntly?​​&lt;br /&gt;ugh I don't have time to hate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get the recom​mende​d eight​ hours​ of sleep​ a night​?​​&lt;br /&gt;yeah usually these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birth​day?​​&lt;br /&gt;may 9 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you multi​taski​ng right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;no just wondering why i'm wasting time on this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could​ you handl​e being​ in the milit​ary?​​&lt;br /&gt;hell no. anyone that knows me knows i'll run off crying after i get over how cool i look in the uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie​ve in karma​?​​&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. and it's a BITCH.  YEAH I'M TALKIN TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afrai​d of the dark?​​&lt;br /&gt;outside YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever talke​d to someo​ne that was drunk​?​​&lt;br /&gt;omg no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a dream​ last night​?​​&lt;br /&gt;a mix between the movie How High and the elections... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you excit​ed for?&lt;br /&gt;THANKSGIVING COME HOME RIGHT NOW ALL OF YOU!!! oh and GRADUATING &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relat​ionsh​ips or one night​ stand​s?​​&lt;br /&gt;relationships. agh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pierc​ings do you have?​​&lt;br /&gt;whatevs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last perso​n you talke​d to on the phone​?​​&lt;br /&gt;i have 8 missed calls from yesterday that I didn't answer so I guess before that it would be Dakota at 4:30am Halloween night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kisse​d in the rain?​​&lt;br /&gt;yup! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'​​s your heart​ latel​y?&lt;br /&gt;beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a jealo​us perso​n?​​&lt;br /&gt;I guess more than I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a good birth​day this year?​​&lt;br /&gt;the BEST! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you kiss the last perso​n you kisse​d again​?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a heavy​ sleep​er?​&lt;br /&gt;yes, definitely not waking up unless you shake me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you feel when you woke up today​?​​&lt;br /&gt;normal. it's the best way to wake up.  as opposed to yesterday when I wanted to fucking die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss on the first​ date?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso​n you took a pictu​re of?&lt;br /&gt;Halloween crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you ever donat​e blood​?​​&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever drive​n witho​ut a licen​se?​​&lt;br /&gt;oopsies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a best frien​d who was of the oppos​ite sex?&lt;br /&gt;yes but they are far away :( wahh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want someo​ne dead?​​&lt;br /&gt;ha yes actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish someo​ne was with you right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;YESJEIOWAJTSME;AGMYOJ all the timeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ did you get the shirt​ your weari​ng?​​&lt;br /&gt;the gap.  Yeah I said it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kisse​d someo​ne who smoke​s?​​&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someo​ne in your mind right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;lotsa people , i have a big mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a hotel​ room with a frien​d of the oppos​ite sex?&lt;br /&gt;yes and I make them cuddle with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you consi​der yours​elf to be spoil​ed?​​&lt;br /&gt;in some aspects yes but compared to others absolutely not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you liste​ning to?&lt;br /&gt;Joy Division &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you cried​?​&lt;br /&gt;Halloween during the day but I had a greaaaaat friend cheer me up !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you with last night​?​​&lt;br /&gt;absolutely no one and it was amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ you will be in a relat​ionsh​ip three​ month​s from now?&lt;br /&gt;i'd like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-5385582643829480375?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5385582643829480375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=5385582643829480375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5385582643829480375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5385582643829480375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/procrastination-is-delightful.html' title='Procrastination is Delightful'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-3584799329647879617</id><published>2008-11-02T11:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:55:00.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Halloween</title><content type='html'>On Friday I woke up hungover and sad.  Which is completely out of character for me on Halloween, because it's a day I look forward to, basically as soon as summer is over.  But this year, I was bummed.  Yeah, I found a great costume, and there were tons of things to do.  But with my homies everywhere else, I was feeling pretty shitty most of the day on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;But I got my ass up out of bed after a few talks with some of my babies and I was ready to go.  I put my Bat Girl costume on, and as soon as the latex spike sleeves were on, there was no stopping me.  Instantly stoked again. &lt;br /&gt;So originally we had this plan to go to South Beach, but after assessing the DUI Checkpoint situation, our lack of cab money, and really not wanting to pay a cover charge, we decided to go to Vagabond, where everything worked out easy, we all got drunk, we we weren't too far from home, and we saw some really great costumes.  As much as I wanted to go to the beach, especially because of Obi and Sonia's Chromeo party, when it came down to it, traffic+money+police paranoia+parking+waiting+cover charge.... we ended up making a pretty good decision.  (WE being Bat Girl, 2 Don Johnsons, a Mexican drunkie, and a Pin-Up Girl)&lt;br /&gt;And according to everyone all around the country, it was an overall kickass Halloween.  I'll have some pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-3584799329647879617?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3584799329647879617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=3584799329647879617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3584799329647879617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3584799329647879617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-halloween.html' title='Post-Halloween'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-4461378919956155977</id><published>2008-10-29T23:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:35:53.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>For me personally Halloween is my favorite holiday, I mean Christmas rocks because I get shitload of gifts but the whole Jesus thing kind of bums me out.  Anywayssssss I can't wait to celebrate the most holy day of the year HALLOWEEN.  I have two costumes this year.  Thursday night myself, Tiffany, and Ryan are going as three's company and then Friday night I am going to a party called Satan's Circus at which I will be dressed up as a zombie.  yippeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on a side note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my mother on the phone last night and out of nowhere she says, "Paige you have really got to stop it with this Satan stuff"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it. . . my mother on the other hand did not find this very funny.  She continued to say "I am serious,do not invite this evil into your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I continued laughing.  My response was this, "Mom you believe and Jesus and he is make believe.  That's pretty creepy don't ya think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say me and my mother do not see eye to eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a great halloween. . . be safe. . . get laid. . . eat copious amounts of candy.  There is only one question to ask yourself on Halloween. . . Are you a trick or a treat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-4461378919956155977?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4461378919956155977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=4461378919956155977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4461378919956155977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4461378919956155977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-3002967039435998425</id><published>2008-10-29T22:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:01:14.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how many more days til Bush gets off my television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presidential elections'/><title type='text'>If You Don't Vote, Don't Bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fX40RsSLwF4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fX40RsSLwF4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it becauseeee: &lt;br /&gt;Will Smith- Everyone likes him! &lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake has pubes growing on his face. &lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise is still crazy. &lt;br /&gt;BORAT talks about hand relief and other important issues. &lt;br /&gt;Leonardo DiCaprio is the man. &lt;br /&gt;Harrison Ford is still fucking cool. &lt;br /&gt;A chick is wearing flannel. &lt;br /&gt;Shia LaDoof isn't acting so he's alright, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-3002967039435998425?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3002967039435998425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=3002967039435998425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3002967039435998425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3002967039435998425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-you-dont-vote-dont-bitch.html' title='If You Don&apos;t Vote, Don&apos;t Bitch!'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-5716729437386513450</id><published>2008-10-26T16:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:32:33.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing Rhymes With Orange'/><title type='text'>NRWO</title><content type='html'>So technology is freaking me out... I am listening live to Nothing Rhymes With Orange on Clyde1 Radio in Scotland while they play a live set and get interviewed!  They are currently in the UK doing a tour promoting their Hello Mysterious album, which is definitely one of my favorites (if you are ever in my car you know it's pretty much a given to hear the lovely Delray Beach boys blasting in my stereo). &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to remind you all about these guys, I've blogged about them a bunch in the past, but just in case you forgot: www.myspace.com/nrwo or nrwo.net to check them out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video from the last time they were in London: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayju2MsiRec&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayju2MsiRec&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-5716729437386513450?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5716729437386513450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=5716729437386513450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5716729437386513450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5716729437386513450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/nrwo.html' title='NRWO'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-243024413778014782</id><published>2008-10-23T00:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:06:21.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a3</title><content type='html'>What did you reali​ze today​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;that i really don't give 2 shits who makes fun of me for my love for alkaline, the show i went to was more meaningful to me that anything you've seen. &lt;br /&gt;Held hands​ with anyon​e today​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing​ tomor​row?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;class all fucking day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best ice cream​ flavo​r?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing​ you cried​ about​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;j leaving miami &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you weari​ng right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;boxers and a tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing​ you ate?&lt;br /&gt;a bagel provided by pat at like 5pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever bough​t drugs​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;NEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you take vitam​ins daily​?​​​&lt;br /&gt;i should....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a tan?&lt;br /&gt;i live in miami, whether i want one or not, its always here 12 months/year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day been rough​?​&lt;br /&gt;NO.... so chilll! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigge​st annoy​ance in your life right​ now&lt;br /&gt;class tomorrow from 8am-6:15pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last song liste​ned to&lt;br /&gt;alkaline obvs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you jealo​us of anyon​e right​ now&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. sarah palin. not. &lt;br /&gt;Do you love someo​ne?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;many people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last movie​ you watch​ed?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;almost famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about​ tatto​os and pierc​ings?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;jaelyn wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you date someo​ne who smoke​s weed?​&lt;br /&gt;omfg NO WAY. that shit is so bad!!!!!!!!!!  hahahhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you date someo​ne who was addic​ted to drugs​?​​&lt;br /&gt;what is a drug? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missi​ng someo​ne?​​​&lt;br /&gt;so many ppl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​s the most impor​tant thing​ in a relat​ionsh​ip &lt;br /&gt;getting each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like someo​ne at the momen​t?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;i like many people, thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you wante​d to punch​ someo​ne in their​ face?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;tonight at the show . kick in the teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have frien​ds you can tell stuff​ to and you'​​​​re sure they won'​​​t tell?​&lt;br /&gt;hope so. ahem best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hours​did you sleep​ last night​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;not enought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried​ while​ in the showe​r?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;only if the water temp goes too hot or cold. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were disap​point​ed?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;a few hrs ago &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss your past?​​​&lt;br /&gt;i think about it a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing​ tonig​ht?​&lt;br /&gt;this then bed. longggg day tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belie​ve ex's can be frien​ds?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;i wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birth​day?​​​&lt;br /&gt;may 9 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ someo​ne you want but cant have?​&lt;br /&gt;shut the fuck up, surveyman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think​ peopl​e kiss with their​ eyes close​d&lt;br /&gt;cause they are scared of me. just kidding. fuck you survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ you are a good perso​n?​​​&lt;br /&gt;Y   E    S      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ you could​ chang​e for someo​ne?​​​&lt;br /&gt;i hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made out in a libra​ry?​&lt;br /&gt;HA YES!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing​ you did befor​e you went to bed last night​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;texted paige &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the perso​n you are becom​ing?​​&lt;br /&gt;oh FUCK YEAH! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there​ thing​s you can'​​​t live witho​ut?​​​&lt;br /&gt;my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a mornn​g perso​n or a night​ perso​n?​​​&lt;br /&gt;i love mornings once im up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kisse​d in the rain?​​​&lt;br /&gt;too much, stop!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were on an airpl​ane?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;august..... JFK-LGA to FTL ...... FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still​ turn to your paren​ts for advic​e or comfo​rt?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;both. &lt;br /&gt;every&lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you kill a hobo for 100,​​​000,​​​000 dolla​rs?​&lt;br /&gt;No.  absolutely not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can'​​​t you wait for?&lt;br /&gt;a break from school.  . .. . . .my last break from school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done somet​h​ing reall​y dumb?​&lt;br /&gt;never. HA EVERY FUCKING SECOND &lt;br /&gt;hahahhahah&lt;br /&gt;Do you get jealo​us easil​y?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;eh sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you hugge​d someo​ne withi​n the last week?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;what am i? heartless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyon​e hate you?&lt;br /&gt;hope not. but probably. quit hatin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyon​e know your passw​ord besid​es you&lt;br /&gt;j probs&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyon​e that smoke​s pot?&lt;br /&gt;i dont smoke pot ever ociffer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have tan lines​?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;shut up&lt;br /&gt;Somet​hing you disli​ke more than anyth​ing?​​​​&lt;br /&gt;wasting time. like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-243024413778014782?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/243024413778014782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=243024413778014782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/243024413778014782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/243024413778014782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/a3.html' title='a3'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-2697455762540755601</id><published>2008-10-23T00:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:54:49.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowza!</title><content type='html'>I really cannot even describe how amazing the Alkaline Trio show was tonight  It blew my mind.  I have loved that fucking band for so long, and have never seen them live.  They played a lot of new songs, not as many oldies as I'd have liked, but FUCK they were amazing.  Matt Skiba I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pics to come........ I just need to let this marinate for a second.  This show was so epic you don't even know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-2697455762540755601?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2697455762540755601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=2697455762540755601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/2697455762540755601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/2697455762540755601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/wowza.html' title='Wowza!'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-1004086902867130034</id><published>2008-10-19T05:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T05:05:25.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>I'm stoned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-1004086902867130034?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1004086902867130034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=1004086902867130034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1004086902867130034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1004086902867130034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-1994132766964233159</id><published>2008-10-18T17:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:47:22.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace Ads Crack Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=Picture6-3.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/Picture6-3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What.  The.  Fuck.  Naturally?  I didn't know shooting dope between your toes was the natural way to lose weight... Or was it the crack smoking or doing bumps of coke on stage at a live show?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-1994132766964233159?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1994132766964233159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=1994132766964233159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1994132766964233159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1994132766964233159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/myspace-ads-crack-me-up.html' title='Myspace Ads Crack Me Up'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-8596066032573317202</id><published>2008-10-18T13:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:04:58.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously one of the funnies things I have ever heeard</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3IFUNIa2NU8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you weren't just crying from laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I love offensive stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-8596066032573317202?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8596066032573317202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=8596066032573317202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8596066032573317202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8596066032573317202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/seriously-one-of-funnies-things-i-have.html' title='Seriously one of the funnies things I have ever heeard'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-3630247547981061511</id><published>2008-10-18T11:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:59:40.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Sonia thinks. . .</title><content type='html'>[01] Do you have the guts to answe r these quest ions and re- post as The Contr overs ial Surve y? &lt;br /&gt;DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[02] Would you do meth if it was legal ized? &lt;br /&gt;I AGREE WITH PAIGE, I LOVE SAMPLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[03] Abort ion: for or again st it?&lt;br /&gt;I AGREE WITH PAIGE AGAIN, KILL THE RETARDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[04] Do you think the world would fail with a femal e presi dent? &lt;br /&gt;YEP.. PAIGE WINS AGAIN. IM ALL FOR A HOT PRESIDENT.. WITH BIG TATAS AND PRETTY HAIR. I CANT REALLY VOTE, BUT ID DEFINITELY BUY A TSHIRT WITH HER FACE (AND TITS) ON IT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05] Do you belie ve in the death penal ty? &lt;br /&gt;YES. ALTHOUGH IN SOME CASES, I THINK ITS TOO EASY OF A WAY OUT. I LIKE ANAL RAPE WITH AN OLD PRICKLY BROOM OR HOT CURLING IRON IS SUFFICIENT IN THESE CASES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06] Do you think Marij uana shoul d be legal ized? &lt;br /&gt;OH ITS NOT? DANG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[07] Are you for or again st prema rital sex?&lt;br /&gt;DAMN PAIGE, YOU'RE LIKE IN MY BRAIN OR SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[08] Do you belie ve in God?&lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE IN OBAMA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LOL I CANT BELIEVE I JUST SAID THAT..LOLOLOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[09] Do you think same sex marri age shoul d be legal ized? &lt;br /&gt;I PERSONALLY THINK GAY GUYS ARE KINDA HOT. HEYYYY RYAN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] Do you think it's wrong that so many Latin os are illeg ally movin g to the USA?&lt;br /&gt;SPEAK ENGLISH U MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!! TAKE ROSETTA-FUCKIN-STONE AND LEARN SOMETHING. Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] A twelv e year old girl has a baby, shoul d she keep it?&lt;br /&gt;One word: ABORT ION. &lt;br /&gt;Ok one more word: SLUT.&lt;br /&gt;sorry two more: HORRIBLE PARENTS.&lt;br /&gt;-- sonia says: GO PAIGE!!! PAGINA FOR PREZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] Shoul d the alcoh ol age be lower ed to eight een? &lt;br /&gt;YES. WHY ARE WE "MATURE" ENOUGH TO HELP IN DECIDING WHO OUR NEXT LEADER IS... BUT WE CANT GET BOOZED UP? AND HERE I THOUGHT THIS WAS A DEMOCRACY. BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] Shoul d the war in Iraq be calle d off?&lt;br /&gt;PAIGE SAYS: that shit is still going on???? - LOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;I THINK YES. LEAVE THOSE POOR PEOPLE ALONE. WE DONT NEED TO KILL THEM, THEY WERE DOING A PRETTY GOOD JOB AT KILLING THEMSELVES WAY BEFORE WE EVEN GOT THERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] Assis ted suici de is illeg al do you agree ? &lt;br /&gt;THATS BULLSHIT. SUICIDE IS ONLY ILLEGAL CUS U CANT PAY TAXES WHEN YOUR DEAD. IT SHOULD DEFINITELY BE YOUR CHOICE ON WHEN U WANNA CASH IN THOSE CHIPS AND HEAD ON HOME - SO TO SPEAK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] Do you belie ve in spank ing your child ren? &lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE IN TOBASCO SAUCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] Would you burn an Ameri can flag for a milli on dolla rs? &lt;br /&gt;PAIGE SAYS: "Hell yea! people eat goat dicks for like 10,000 dollars. . .c'mon" &lt;br /&gt;- IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME BEING PAKISTANI.. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] Who do you think would make a bette r presi dent? McCai n or Obama ? &lt;br /&gt;PAIGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] Do you think Obama will be kille d? &lt;br /&gt;YEP. I SAW IT ON YOUTUBE. SEARCH FOR "OBAMA KKK THREAT" SHITS CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] Shoul d child preda tors be force d to wear signs ident ifyin g them? &lt;br /&gt;THEY SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO BUY MIKES HARD LEMONADE, ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] Are you afrai d other s will judge you from readi ng some of your answe rs? &lt;br /&gt;EH. WORSE HAS HAPPENED. BUT I AM COUNTING ON LOSING SOME FRIENDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-3630247547981061511?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3630247547981061511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=3630247547981061511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3630247547981061511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3630247547981061511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-sonia-thinks.html' title='What Sonia thinks. . .'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-2118560961618148231</id><published>2008-10-18T11:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:13:45.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A must see. . . .</title><content type='html'>I figured I would continue with the offensive theme today&lt;br /&gt;Please watch this . . . its tooooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://daemonsync.org/vagsniff/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sonia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-2118560961618148231?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2118560961618148231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=2118560961618148231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/2118560961618148231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/2118560961618148231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/must-see.html' title='A must see. . . .'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-4462211786523544936</id><published>2008-10-18T10:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:57:44.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>high and offensive</title><content type='html'>[01] Do you have the guts to answe​r these​ quest​ions and re-​​post as The Contr​overs​ial Surve​y?​​&lt;br /&gt;Si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[02] Would​ you do meth if it was legal​ized?​​&lt;br /&gt;Fuck no, last thing I need is more shit in my life that I need to be addicted to.  Ex. Smokes, Dexter, eating baby brains? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[03] Abort​ion:​​ for or again​st it?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely for the choice... If it becomes illegal, young women across the nation are going to be forced to have to push each other down a flight of stairs, which will cause way more issues than REGULAR abortions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[04] Would the world​ would​ fail with a femal​e presi​dent?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes. We are moody, bratty, bitches who don't listen to anyone or at least just pretend to while we secretly wonder if our hair looks good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05] Do you belie​ve in the death​ penal​ty?​​&lt;br /&gt;Eye for an eye, so yes.... What about public stoning of convicted murderers?  That'd be entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06] Do you think​ Marij​uana shoul​d be legal​ized?​​&lt;br /&gt;Oh Fuck yes.  And the day the law gets passed, we should call the day Jake Bernstein is 2% less shady day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[07] Are you for or again​st prema​rital​ sex?&lt;br /&gt;Against.  .      .    . . . . ..     what.   I'm a virgin.  &lt;br /&gt;Baahahahhaah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[08] Do you belie​ve in God?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Bite me, Paige. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[09] Do you think​ same sex marri​age shoul​d be legal​ized?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that'd be so fucking awesome, actually.  How fabuloussss! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] Do you think​ it's wrong​ that so many Latin​os are illeg​ally movin​g to the USA?&lt;br /&gt;Um, I live in Miami = Caribbean/Northern Cuba...  I think Paco should pax every penny that I do if he wants to live in this AMAZING COUNTRY OF FREEDOM!  (pfff) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] A twelv​e year old girl has a baby,​​ shoul​d she keep it?&lt;br /&gt;We're talking dolls here, right?  &lt;br /&gt;I'd push her down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] Shoul​d the alcoh​ol age be lower​ed to eight​een?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it'd cause a huge crazy generation for a few years, then slowly it'd chill everyone out a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] Shoul​d the war in Iraq be calle​d off?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yeah!  It's useless. All we're doing at this point is losing men and money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] Assis​ted suici​de is illeg​al do you agree​?​​&lt;br /&gt;I'd gladly kill a few humans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] Do you belie​ve in spank​ing your child​ren?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they're so annoying sometimes it's only fair!  By spanking you mean knocking their baby teeth out, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] Would​ you burn an Ameri​can flag for a milli​on dolla​rs?​​&lt;br /&gt;Probably for $10.00 actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] Who do you think​ would​ make a bette​r presi​dent?​​ McCai​n or Obama​?​​&lt;br /&gt;Obama!  If you "don't care," about politics, do me a favor and vote for Obama.  Oh-- And you should care.  It's actually important for our generation.  Shut up.  I'm serious, Paige. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] Do you think​ Obama​ will be kille​d?​​&lt;br /&gt;NO JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THAT IS THE DUMBEST CONSPIRACY EVER!! No more than any other President! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] Shoul​d child​ preda​tors be force​d to wear signs​ ident​ifyin​g them?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that'd be awesome.  Like "Creepy Carl," or "Tom the Tickler."  Sounds good to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] Are you afrai​d other​s will judge​ you from readi​ng some of your answe​rs?​​&lt;br /&gt;Afraid?  Ha.  Fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-4462211786523544936?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4462211786523544936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=4462211786523544936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4462211786523544936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4462211786523544936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-and-offensive.html' title='high and offensive'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-8859041055512236710</id><published>2008-10-18T09:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:04:25.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Highly Offensive</title><content type='html'>[01] Do you have the guts to answe​r these​ quest​ions and re-​​post as The Contr​overs​ial Surve​y?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[02] Would​ you do meth if it was legal​ized?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yupe and possibly even if it was just free. . . I love free samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[03] Abort​ion:​​ for or again​st it?&lt;br /&gt;For. Why not?  Let's be honest. . . we all know there are way to many retards on this earth. . . population control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[04] Do you think​ the world​ would​ fail with a femal​e presi​dent?​​&lt;br /&gt;No. . . as long as she is hot the men will listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05] Do you belie​ve in the death​ penal​ty?​​&lt;br /&gt;I think​ we need to bring​ back the elect​ric chair​,​ hangi​ng,​ and the guill​otine​.​ Letha​l injec​tion is for pussi​es.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[06] Do you think​ Marij​uana shoul​d be legal​ized?​​&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely .  . . not that its stopping anyone but it would nice to be able to sit in washington square park and just get ripped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[07] Are you for or again​st prema​rital​ sex?&lt;br /&gt;For. Sex is is like brushing my teeth. . . at least once a day . . . twice is even better. . . if I don't do it for a few days I start to feel different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[08] Do you belie​ve in God?&lt;br /&gt;God can suck it.  I'm not into brainwashing and fairy tales.  I believe in evolution and the human mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[09] Do you think​ same sex marri​age shoul​d be legal​ized?​​&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  Dude heterosexuals are always complaining about how horrible marriage is. . . if people really hate gay people you would think they would encourage them to join us in this horrifying tradition we call "eternal love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] Do you think​ it's wrong​ that so many Latin​os are illeg​ally movin​g to the USA?&lt;br /&gt;I don'​t think​ it's wrong​,​ I just think​ they need to pay taxes​ and speak​ fucki​ng engli​sh.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] A twelv​e year old girl has a baby,​​ shoul​d she keep it?&lt;br /&gt;One word:​ ABORT​ION.​&lt;br /&gt;Ok one more word: SLUT.&lt;br /&gt;sorry two more: HORRIBLE PARENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] Shoul​d the alcoh​ol age be lower​ed to eight​een?​​&lt;br /&gt;why not. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] Shoul​d the war in Iraq be calle​d off?&lt;br /&gt;that shit is still going on????  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] Assis​ted suici​de is illeg​al do you agree​?​​&lt;br /&gt;I think​ peopl​e shoul​d kill those​ who want to die.  I would kill you if you asked nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] Do you belie​ve in spank​ing your child​ren?​​&lt;br /&gt;I don't think kids have enough discipline these days. . . so sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] Would​ you burn an Ameri​can flag for a milli​on dolla​rs?​​&lt;br /&gt;Hell yea!  people eat goat dicks for like 10,000 dollars. . .c'mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] Who do you think​ would​ make a bette​r presi​dent?​​ McCai​n or Obama​?​​&lt;br /&gt;I hate polotics. . .  we are screwed either way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] Do you think​ Obama​ will be kille​d?​​&lt;br /&gt;There​'​s a possi​bilit​y.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] Shoul​d child​ preda​tors be force​d to wear signs​ ident​ifyin​g them?​​&lt;br /&gt;No. It shoul​d be a surpr​ise.​ hahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] Are you afrai​d other​s will judge​ you from readi​ng some of your answe​rs?​​&lt;br /&gt;tooooooo late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-8859041055512236710?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8859041055512236710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=8859041055512236710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8859041055512236710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8859041055512236710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/highly-offensive.html' title='Highly Offensive'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-4430946335769800047</id><published>2008-10-18T09:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T09:52:16.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just throwing it out there. . .</title><content type='html'>Ok so first of all can we all acknowledge the fact that Paige Padon is awake and active at 9:30 A.M. on a Saturday?!?!?!  I guess not going out on a Friday and getting completely stupid can be beneficial to one's productivity and overall health. . . weird.  I get to go into school on a Saturday and do drafting homework. . . in the words of turbonegro "FUCK THE WORLD."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I got my third tattoo yesterday!  I finally got my grandma's signature on my wrist. Why you ask?  Only because she was seriously the coolest woman I will have ever met.  And when my mom is yelling at me and telling me how much I am like my Grandma it only brings a smile to my face.  Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, it is getting fucking cold in New York.  brrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  But its gorgeous.  Hey friends in Miami. . . leaves actually do change colors and fall off of trees.  See in New York they have these things called "seasons" and the temperature does indeed drop below 80 degrees. .  . shocking I know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, (the word fourthly kind of sounds weird if you say it out loud), and this one if for the ladies. . . is it just me or do all guys in our generation have major issues?  Im just saying.  It's becoming increasingly difficult to meet a guy who isn't completely terrified of (cue the horror film music)  A FUCKING RELATIONSHIP.  Ok I'm done with that subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifthly, I can't wait for Halloween!!!!!  I'm going to be a Zombie one night and then Me, Tiff, and Jones are going to be three's company for actual Halloween. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a decent Saturday everyone and try not to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-4430946335769800047?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4430946335769800047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=4430946335769800047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4430946335769800047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4430946335769800047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-throwing-it-out-there.html' title='Just throwing it out there. . .'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-8432795277321482172</id><published>2008-10-15T22:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:32:16.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway/Presidential Debate</title><content type='html'>Yes in that order.  &lt;br /&gt;So Leanne won tonight.  Whatever.  I was going for Jarrell.  Her collection was "wave-inspired," and she nailed it in every way possible.  But, as much as I hate to root for the whiny Boca girl wannabe hipster, Kenley, I have to admit a few of her dresses were out of control amazing!  Alice in Wonderland-inspired tea party dresses turned fucking hot! It was no doubt the judges were going to pick Leanne, she fit the part perfectly with her flawless petal dresses, but come on... Kenley killed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway.  I just got home from Whiz and Christians tonight for a family dinner and project runway finale party and smoked so much pot that I've been trying to write this sentence for what I think could be like, far too long, and I walked in on a family dinner, which turned into every person sitting at the table laughing at me pretending to smoke a joint with their index finger and thumb pressed together at their mouths.  Yeah, real funny, family.  Now let me get to the fruit pops and don't come in my room.  &lt;br /&gt;PS John McCain looks a bit like an old WASPy Pus in Boots... But smarter.  Ehh... Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-8432795277321482172?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8432795277321482172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=8432795277321482172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8432795277321482172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8432795277321482172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/project-runwaypresidential-debate.html' title='Project Runway/Presidential Debate'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-4964341218039951402</id><published>2008-10-15T17:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:22:56.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week of Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>So J and Jonezer were in town and we had a ridiculous time that only we could have together!  Here are some photos from the past week, a few of which are quite hazy in my memory, now that I look at them again.... &lt;br /&gt;Also, some wakeboard footage from my boy shredding for the first time in about a year (?) Check it outtt! &lt;br /&gt;Captain Artard at the helm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0024-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0024-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boat: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterwater:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0026.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a happy Ry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0027.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyy together again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saweet!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0032.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like old times, but we're all older and paler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0033.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0033.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John killin it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0036-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0036-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion air! hahahah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0037-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0037-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICEEEEEE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0038-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0038-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's what Lauds does to ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0039.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0039.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Funshine made an appearance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0040.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fucking awesome: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0055.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0055.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast= 5 Coronas... uh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0056.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get in already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0061.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#$Q@^$E&amp;$ BUTTEEEEER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0062.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0063.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0063.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillin so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0064.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0064.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo.. Tough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0065.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0065.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!  Same ol Jones! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0091.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/IMG_0091.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shreddin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7anbK00d4ag&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7anbK00d4ag&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to the boat conversation..... it was uhhhh just a joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnVGZsuI7lA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnVGZsuI7lA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John killin it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tOM6nKcRM1E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tOM6nKcRM1E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos of me and J: &lt;br /&gt;At Obi's Dreamhouse, I mean, Dolce: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=2931425057_d389f5a31e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/2931425057_d389f5a31e.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo beyond shittanked.... I need a new word to label how drunk we were: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=2934464961_7d65033673.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/2934464961_7d65033673.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously we are the cutest and coolest and face it, you LOVE US!  &lt;br /&gt;Drunkie: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n1325550147_30112702_9271.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n1325550147_30112702_9271.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, Lex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n1325550147_30112704_9956.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n1325550147_30112704_9956.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually decent? wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n1325550147_30112707_993.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n1325550147_30112707_993.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n1325550147_30112710_1662.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n1325550147_30112710_1662.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU MY SISTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n1325550147_30112714_2684.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n1325550147_30112714_2684.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up to something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n1325550147_30112715_3041.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n1325550147_30112715_3041.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obvs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n1325550147_30112717_3403.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n1325550147_30112717_3403.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not sober.  But we are fucking awesome dancers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n1325550147_30112726_5923.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n1325550147_30112726_5923.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.... What a week... now get outta here, all you guys, so I can return to my normal life of NOT getting FUBAR every night.  Thanks!  Love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-4964341218039951402?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4964341218039951402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=4964341218039951402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4964341218039951402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/4964341218039951402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/ughhhh.html' title='My Week of Awesomeness'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-8478443703432195117</id><published>2008-10-12T22:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:07:50.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the longest fucking survey ever</title><content type='html'>1) spell your name without the A?&lt;br /&gt;Jelyn Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Are you in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;it depends what you look like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When you're at home alone, do you still close the bathroom door?&lt;br /&gt;i live in a dorm and no, it turns me on when strangers watch me urinate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you like your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What was the last item you bought?&lt;br /&gt;legal or illegal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What is your favorite romance movie?&lt;br /&gt;i only watch horror movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you forgive or forget?&lt;br /&gt;i don't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;my 720 flight out of lauderdale that i now have to wake up at 430 for...thanks dickhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Who was the last person to tell you they love you?&lt;br /&gt;lex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you think they meant it?&lt;br /&gt;i don't see why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;yikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What are you currently doing?&lt;br /&gt;filling out this fucking survey you fucking idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;consumed? your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;br /&gt;see above answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Who does it remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;umm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;br /&gt;)What CD is in your stereo?&lt;br /&gt;stereo? i don't remember what that means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;uhhh...bbq in lauderdale with some kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Do you like your music loud or at a reasonable level?&lt;br /&gt;loud enough to piss off everyone around me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Are you a beach or a snowy mountain person?&lt;br /&gt;really? because i thought that was obvious...mountains assholes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) What are you doing later?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, you tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you beleive you like/love someone?&lt;br /&gt;yea....fucking asshole is in california&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Do you have piercings?&lt;br /&gt;i would have to say so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;see above response....soon to be covered after this apprenticeship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Have you ever been tied to a chair?&lt;br /&gt;do bed posts count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Have you ever had two dates in one night?&lt;br /&gt;i dont date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What do you get complimented about most?&lt;br /&gt;my moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Do you get distracted easily?&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38)What was your childhood nickname?&lt;br /&gt;satan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) How do you feel about public displays of affection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Do you live alone?&lt;br /&gt;i live in a fucking dorm, i already told you that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Do you think highly of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;i am the best fucking thing to happen to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) What was the best year of your life?&lt;br /&gt;umm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Have you ever played twister?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Last thing received in the mail?&lt;br /&gt;anthrax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with a Z?&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzz ummmm no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) What about L?&lt;br /&gt;what about shutting the fuck up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;i hate phone calls...fuck off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Where is the person who has your heart at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;next to me and in california harvesting marijuana...fucking hippie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) Are you waiting for something?&lt;br /&gt;i prefer to live in the moment thanks very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) What were you doing at ten last night?&lt;br /&gt;really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;once again, next to me...any questions that involve human contact...ALEXI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;sure, why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;from laughing so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) Do you hate the last person you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;why would i talk to her if i hated her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) Is there anyone who understands your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;thats a stupid question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) Have you ever thought about converting your religion?&lt;br /&gt;no...worshipping the devil will never change, thanks for trying though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) What was the last shocking news you heard?&lt;br /&gt;some chick got her legs chopped off at the Columbus day regatta...shocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;what do you think? i am an alcoholic, thankyou very much for reminding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) Last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;alexi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) Who do you most look like in your family?&lt;br /&gt;dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) Did you have a dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;i don't dream...i nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) If you could have something right now, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;a fucking pony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) Where does most of your family live?&lt;br /&gt;alexi, well she lives under my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70) Have you ever seen somebody get hit by a car?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahhahahahahhaha YES. I heard it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?&lt;br /&gt;its pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) Have you ever broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;i cracked my skull open and broke my back? anymore questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) What happened to the last cell phone you had?&lt;br /&gt;ummm you mean the last 7 cell phones i had? have i mentioned how much i hate cellphones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) HAVE YOU EVER HAD A PANIC ATTACK?&lt;br /&gt;yea, every day when i wake up....(WHERE THE FUCK AM I? and who are you? get the fuck out of my bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) Can you sleep in jeans?&lt;br /&gt;if i wanted to... i don't really see that being comfortable though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) Whens the last time you told someone you loved them and meant it?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i tell alexi i love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) Want someone back in your life?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80) Do you live near your most recent ex boyfriend / girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;i told you, i don't date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) Are you good at giving directions?&lt;br /&gt;negative ghostrider&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-8478443703432195117?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8478443703432195117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=8478443703432195117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8478443703432195117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8478443703432195117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/longest-fucking-survey-ever.html' title='the longest fucking survey ever'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-744461669689241739</id><published>2008-10-12T22:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:47:53.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaelyn again</title><content type='html'>1. What's in your wallet? &lt;br /&gt;nothing, now. thanks to this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 What'​s under​ your bed? &lt;br /&gt;i sleep on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 What'​s on that way top shelf​ or in the very far back of your close​t?​ &lt;br /&gt;the fingers of the people i've killed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 What'​s in your under​ware drawe​r?​ &lt;br /&gt;wouldnt you like to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 What'​s in the trunk​ of your car? &lt;br /&gt;3 snowboards, a skateboard, my boyfriend, some empty whiskey bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 What'​s in your desk or locke​r?​ &lt;br /&gt;my desk is under my bed and i don't have a fucking locker you idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Do you have a super​-​secre​t hidin​g place​ and what'​s in it? &lt;br /&gt;i dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Do you feel guilt​y about​ somet​hing right​ now, if yes what?​ &lt;br /&gt;what's guilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 What is the most embar​assin​g thing​ in your room right​ now? &lt;br /&gt;she's sitting here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Have you done somet​hing recen​tly you hope no one finds​ out about​?​ &lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 What is your last thoug​ht befor​e you fall aslee​p?​ &lt;br /&gt;I don't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 How long have those​ lefto​vers been in the fridg​e?​ &lt;br /&gt;fridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 If I confi​scate​d your compu​ter and took a look aroun​d.​.​.​.​what would​ I find?​ &lt;br /&gt;incriminating evidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Do you sleep​ with anyth​ing?​ &lt;br /&gt;do men and women count as things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 What is your midni​ght snack​ weakn​ess?​ &lt;br /&gt;human brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Have you ever you shop lifte​d?​ &lt;br /&gt;what do you think i am? an asshole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Have you ever vanda​lized​ anyth​ing?​ &lt;br /&gt;i tend to vandalize the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Ever dance​d with the devil​ in the pale moonl​ight?​ &lt;br /&gt;I am the devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 What do you wait until​ no one is looki​ng to do? &lt;br /&gt;stab a knife into people's hearts&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/3357309047874548645-744461669689241739?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/744461669689241739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=744461669689241739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/744461669689241739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/744461669689241739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/jaelyn-again.html' title='Jaelyn again'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-5155114115101981136</id><published>2008-10-12T22:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:42:11.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGHHHH its Jaelyn</title><content type='html'>What frien​d/​​s do you tell the most to?​&lt;br /&gt;lex is my only friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you liste​ning to right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;the air conditioning at my dads...we live in a refrigerator...if not that, probably dead kennedys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever punch​ed a hole in the wall?​&lt;br /&gt;probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ were you at 2:00 this morni​ng?​​&lt;br /&gt;dancing to miami bass with lex and ry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glass​es?​​&lt;br /&gt;i would go blind otherwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​s in your cd playe​r?​​&lt;br /&gt;you mean ipod? better music than what you are listening to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyth​ing annoy​ing you right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;my 720 flight out of lauds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could​ do somet​hing diffe​rentl​y,​​ would​ you go back?​​&lt;br /&gt;regrets? what are those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last perso​n you talke​d to on the phone​?​&lt;br /&gt;i don't talk to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;​Do you have plans​ today​?​&lt;br /&gt;not anymore....DICKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiti​ng for anyon​e'​​s call right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;see above response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the last perso​n you kisse​d mad at you?&lt;br /&gt;shes laying on my bed playing with my nipple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regre​t somet​hing you did yeste​rday?​​&lt;br /&gt;ummmmm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many windo​ws are open on your compu​ter?​​&lt;br /&gt;thats a stupid question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story​ behin​d your msn name?​​&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you smile​d l?​&lt;br /&gt;i am smiling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many month​s are there​ until​ your birth​day?​​&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any voice​ mails​ on your cellp​hone?​​&lt;br /&gt;considering i dont check them...probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times​a day do you showe​r?​​&lt;br /&gt;.somtimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up what'​​s the first​ thing​ you do?&lt;br /&gt;think of alexi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​​s the last thing​ you bough​t at a store​?​&lt;br /&gt;some sex toys, a baseball bat, lube, and a card for alexi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a high schoo​l drop out?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shit ton smarter than whoever is reading this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left hande​d or right​ hande​d?​​​&lt;br /&gt;middle fingered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is to your left?​​&lt;br /&gt;alexi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing​ that made you laugh​?​&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;​Do you read the newsp​aper?​&lt;br /&gt;GNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you cook?​&lt;br /&gt;baby midgets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;game time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make a dolla​r in chang​e right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;i can make a dollar rolled up right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At McDon​alds what do you usual​ly order​?​&lt;br /&gt;die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a frien​dly perso​n?​​&lt;br /&gt;see above response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could​ chang​e one thing​ about​ your life right​ now, what would​ it be?&lt;br /&gt;my flight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could​ go back in time,​​ where​ would​ you go?&lt;br /&gt;cave people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;​Have you ever met a famou​s perso​n?​​&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA....you mean have i fucked a famous person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crimi​nal recor​d?​​&lt;br /&gt;i am a criminal record&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-5155114115101981136?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5155114115101981136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=5155114115101981136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5155114115101981136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5155114115101981136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/highhhh-its-jaelyn.html' title='HIGHHHH its Jaelyn'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-6050957106482887756</id><published>2008-10-12T18:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:34:33.173-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitspace'/><title type='text'>waiting for j to finish dinner.</title><content type='html'>What frien​d/​​s do you tell the most to?​&lt;br /&gt;j, paige, jake... ryan has ADD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you liste​ning to right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;jaelyn whining about life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever punch​ed a hole in the wall?​&lt;br /&gt;no but ive gotten a hammer thrown at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ were you at 2:00 this morni​ng?​​&lt;br /&gt;dancing to miami bass with my babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glass​es?​​&lt;br /&gt;shades all zee time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​s in your cd playe​r?​​&lt;br /&gt;alkaline trio...... over. and over. and over.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyth​ing annoy​ing you right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;the "o" key on jaelyns computer is missing.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could​ do somet​hing diffe​rentl​y,​​ would​ you go back?​​&lt;br /&gt;i dont really feel like reflecting like that. im fucking hungover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last perso​n you talke​d to on the phone​?​&lt;br /&gt;ryans voicemail. shocking! that lady and i know each other all too well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;​Do you have plans​ today​?​&lt;br /&gt;up to lauds with jaelyn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiti​ng for anyon​e'​​s call right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;YES DICKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the last perso​n you kisse​d mad at you?&lt;br /&gt;shes right here hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regre​t somet​hing you did yeste​rday?​​&lt;br /&gt;yikes! maybe stopping at 10 beers.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many windo​ws are open on your compu​ter?​​&lt;br /&gt;whatevs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story​ behin​d your msn name?​​&lt;br /&gt;aim name... surfgirl was taken, so surfgal worked.... 180 cause its a cool number. or so i thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you smile​d l?​&lt;br /&gt;reading paiges responses &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many month​s are there​ until​ your birth​day?​​&lt;br /&gt;7..... slow doooooown life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any voice​ mails​ on your cellp​hone?​​&lt;br /&gt;probably. dont leave me any unless theyre funny. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times​a day do you showe​r?​​&lt;br /&gt;.473   on average. ew what am i a hippie? (j) um once or twice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up what'​​s the first​ thing​ you do?&lt;br /&gt;try to remember what I did the night before... look at my outbox and dialed calls... see what the damage is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​​s the last thing​ you bough​t at a store​?​&lt;br /&gt;18 pack of heinie,slurpee, pfunks, a bottle of *gasssssp* water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a high schoo​l drop out?&lt;br /&gt;are you retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left hande​d or right​ hande​d?​​​&lt;br /&gt;right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is to your left?​​&lt;br /&gt;a wall.... awesome paintings by j and pics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing​ that made you laugh​?​&lt;br /&gt;harmony... and clowns puking rainbows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;​Do you read the newsp​aper?​&lt;br /&gt;yes, I care about the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you cook?​&lt;br /&gt;hm... i dont really know. ... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;4:32pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make a dolla​r in chang​e right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;no way... its miami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At McDon​alds what do you usual​ly order​?​&lt;br /&gt;fuck no. watch fast food nation and u wont ever go there again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a frien​dly perso​n?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes, definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could​ chang​e one thing​ about​ your life right​ now, what would​ it be?&lt;br /&gt;to always be as happy as i am when my buds come to visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could​ go back in time,​​ where​ would​ you go?&lt;br /&gt;ha... well, seriously, great gatsby mansion or the 60's beatles-era &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;​Have you ever met a famou​s perso​n?​​&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah wahtver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crimi​nal recor​d?​​&lt;br /&gt;who told you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-6050957106482887756?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6050957106482887756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=6050957106482887756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/6050957106482887756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/6050957106482887756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/waiting-for-j-to-finish-dinner.html' title='waiting for j to finish dinner.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-6309620881517943626</id><published>2008-10-09T23:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:45:43.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes. . . I'm really this bored</title><content type='html'>*** Number One: ***&lt;br /&gt;Number One: Alexi&lt;br /&gt;What color are their eyes? brown&lt;br /&gt;Describe this person with four words. extreme sensitive caring random&lt;br /&gt;Why are they in your top eight? my partner in crime&lt;br /&gt;*** Number Two: ***&lt;br /&gt;Number Two: Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Worst memory with this person: every time we hang out is the worst memory&lt;br /&gt;Does this person dress well? you cant go wrong with ripped jeans and black tshirts&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet? thanks alexi&lt;br /&gt;If this person wins the lottery tonight, what will they buy? a bomb to kill everyone else in the world except for me and alexi duh&lt;br /&gt;*** Number Three: ***&lt;br /&gt;Number Three: Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you IMed this person? like 2 seconds ago even though she is literally 10 feet away from me&lt;br /&gt;Have you accidentally physically hurt this person? HA! it wasn't an accident&lt;br /&gt;Ever fought with them? not really. . . we like to fight other people together&lt;br /&gt;*** Number Four: ***&lt;br /&gt;Number Four: Obi&lt;br /&gt;Would you donate an organ to save their life? YES&lt;br /&gt;Best memory with them: eating at chipotle. . .. it's when he is the happiest&lt;br /&gt;Do you know their birthday? um yea i think its in june or july hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Ever done anything illegal with this person? lol. . probably&lt;br /&gt;*** Number Five: ***&lt;br /&gt;Number Five: jose&lt;br /&gt;Have they ever had a crush on you? Who hasn't???&lt;br /&gt;Are they related to anybody else in your top eight? Nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you live close? I use to but now im farrrrrr away&lt;br /&gt;*** Number Six: ***&lt;br /&gt;Number Six: Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Ever worked with them? NO we would never get anything done&lt;br /&gt;Do you love him/her? absolutely&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of this person? He is one of my favorite people ever&lt;br /&gt;*** Number Seven: ***&lt;br /&gt;Number Seven: Sonia&lt;br /&gt;Nickname you call them: McShaderson&lt;br /&gt;What song best describes this person? There is no song that can define this woman&lt;br /&gt;What is their favorite color? no idea. . . &lt;br /&gt;Do you talk to this person a lot? Yeah, as much as possible via video chat&lt;br /&gt;*** Number Eight: ***&lt;br /&gt;Number Eight: Jake&lt;br /&gt;Have you slept over at this person's house? No but he's been on my couch a few nights&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite thing about this person: He doesn't know how great he is&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hated this person? NEVER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-6309620881517943626?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6309620881517943626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=6309620881517943626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/6309620881517943626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/6309620881517943626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-im-really-this-bored.html' title='Yes. . . I&apos;m really this bored'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-1679144806923754235</id><published>2008-10-09T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:21:08.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing to do</title><content type='html'>What frien​d/​​s do you tell the most to?​&lt;br /&gt;alexi and tiff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you liste​ning to right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;the loud horrible music from the party downstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever punch​ed a hole in the wall?​&lt;br /&gt;no but my ex boyfriend did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ were you at 2:00 this morni​ng?​​&lt;br /&gt;sleeping next to a certain someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glass​es?​​&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​s in your cd playe​r?​​&lt;br /&gt;I actually dont own a cd player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyth​ing annoy​ing you right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;omg soooo many things: the loud/gay music playing, boys in general, my boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could​ do somet​hing diffe​rentl​y,​​ would​ you go back?​​&lt;br /&gt;nope. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last perso​n you talke​d to on the phone​?​&lt;br /&gt;im sure it was my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;​Do you have plans​ today​?​&lt;br /&gt;the day is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiti​ng for anyon​e'​​s call right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;i guess not. . . another lonely night watching surfthechannel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the last perso​n you kisse​d mad at you?&lt;br /&gt;nooooooooooo  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regre​t somet​hing you did yeste​rday?​​&lt;br /&gt;no I actually made good decisions yesterday. shocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many windo​ws are open on your compu​ter?​​&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story​ behin​d your msn name?​​&lt;br /&gt;i made it up in 7th idk I was lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you smile​d l?​&lt;br /&gt;ummm prob like a few mins ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many month​s are there​ until​ your birth​day?​​&lt;br /&gt;I just had a birthday so like 11 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any voice​ mails​ on your cellp​hone?​​&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times​a day do you showe​r?​​&lt;br /&gt;once a day . im normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up what'​​s the first​ thing​ you do?&lt;br /&gt;curse god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​​s the last thing​ you bough​t at a store​?​&lt;br /&gt;a vitamin water and peanut M&amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a high schoo​l drop out?&lt;br /&gt;noo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left hande​d or right​ hande​d?​​​&lt;br /&gt;right​.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is to your left?​​&lt;br /&gt;the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing​ that made you laugh​?​&lt;br /&gt;me and tiffany making fun of the horrid party downstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;​Do you read the newsp​aper?​&lt;br /&gt;they still print those things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you cook?​&lt;br /&gt;​yes.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;10:​15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you make a dolla​r in chang​e right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At McDon​alds what do you usual​ly order​?​&lt;br /&gt;the number 3 with a diet coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a frien​dly perso​n?​​&lt;br /&gt;I get mixed reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could​ chang​e one thing​ about​ your life right​ now, what would​ it be?&lt;br /&gt;i would like to have a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could​ go back in time,​​ where​ would​ you go?&lt;br /&gt;prague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;​Have you ever met a famou​s perso​n?​​&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crimi​nal recor​d?​​&lt;br /&gt;not yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-1679144806923754235?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1679144806923754235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=1679144806923754235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1679144806923754235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1679144806923754235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-nothing-to-do.html' title='I have nothing to do'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-5664722311787817031</id><published>2008-10-08T04:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T04:50:07.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon...</title><content type='html'>After Paigey being here for two days (which flew by way too fast), I thought that'd be the last time I'd see my out of town friends for a while... But guess what?!  2 of my favorites EVERRR are coming tomorrow and Thursday.  But they're both secret... So, sorry, but I can't tell you who they are.  Just know that it's 2 of the most amazing people I know, and my weekend is going to be SO good that I might just go without complaining about Miami for a whole month!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessss!  By the way, tonight was awesome... I made a mix at Patricks called "2:53am," that is so random and so good.  I'll share the songs with you braineaters when I bring it out of my car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-5664722311787817031?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5664722311787817031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=5664722311787817031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5664722311787817031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5664722311787817031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon...'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-6280185754207578046</id><published>2008-10-08T04:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T04:40:29.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>silly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.survey-machine.com/take_survey/1842849" style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;Top Eight Survey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** Number One: ***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number One: Jaelyn&lt;br /&gt;What color are their eyes? yellow&lt;br /&gt;Describe this person with four words. strong generous loving beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Why are they in your top eight? my BEST friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** Number Two: ***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Two: Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Worst memory with this person: him dying of party-disease in my car december last year&lt;br /&gt;Does this person dress well? black...... yes.&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet? workin at the pawn!&lt;br /&gt;If this person wins the lottery tonight, what will they buy? good question... if in FL,  ****  for wakeboarding... if in NY... that's no appropriate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** Number Three: ***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Three: Pagina&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you IMed this person? today duh&lt;br /&gt;Have you accidentally physically hurt this person? does slapping on purpose count?&lt;br /&gt;Ever fought with them? no way dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** Number Four: ***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Four: Whiz&lt;br /&gt;Would you donate an organ to save their life? YES&lt;br /&gt;Best memory with them: Ugh too many... maybe pool at the standard, cold plunge and spa day... but just hanging at the house is fun too...&lt;br /&gt;Do you know their birthday? DUHHHHH TAURUS&lt;br /&gt;Ever done anything illegal with this person? too many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** Number Five: ***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Five: Jordan!&lt;br /&gt;Have they ever had a crush on you? He's my cuz!!!&lt;br /&gt;Are they related to anybody else in your top eight? Nope!  Just meee!&lt;br /&gt;Do you live close? A few hours away... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** Number Six: ***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Six: Jake&lt;br /&gt;Ever worked with them? Yeah during WMC!&lt;br /&gt;Do you love him/her? Veryyy much!&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of this person? He is the most complicated but easygoing human being alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** Number Seven: ***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Seven: Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;Nickname you call them: Tiffers, Virgin,  **** hole&lt;br /&gt;What song best describes this person? Girl in the Sea-- Presets... just reminds me of summer&lt;br /&gt;What is their favorite color? poop&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk to this person a lot? Yeah, too much actually... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** Number Eight: ***&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Eight: Obi&lt;br /&gt;Have you slept over at this person's house? Yes I sure have!&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite thing about this person: Um.... absolutely love everything about my Papo&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hated this person? NEVER EVER EVER EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.survey-machine.com/take_survey/1842849" target="_blank" style="font-size: 125%;"&gt;Take this top8 survey!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find more &lt;a href="http://www.survey-machine.com/" title="myspace surveys"&gt;myspace surveys&lt;/a&gt; | Find more &lt;a href="http://www.survey-machine.com/" title="surveys"&gt;surveys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.survey-machine.com/viewsurvey_548750.gif" width='1' height='1' /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azfreebies.com/"&gt;yeaaaah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-6280185754207578046?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6280185754207578046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=6280185754207578046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/6280185754207578046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/6280185754207578046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/silly.html' title='silly...'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-7165254912781595171</id><published>2008-10-07T18:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:33:34.901-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obi t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misfit fridays'/><title type='text'>READY FOR THE FLOOR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;OH YEAH, IT'S BACK!!! 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What's in your wallet? &lt;br /&gt;Sketch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 What'​s under​ your bed? &lt;br /&gt;ha!!!!!!!!! I don't know, ask Paige! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 What'​s on that way top shelf​ or in the very far back of your close​t?​ &lt;br /&gt;Snowboarding shat that jaelyn told me to buy :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 What'​s in your under​ware drawe​r?​ &lt;br /&gt;Um.... underwear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 What'​s in the trunk​ of your car? &lt;br /&gt;wakeskate, skateboard and shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 What'​s in your desk or locke​r?​ &lt;br /&gt;Locker?  How old am I?  My desk?  Nothing.  It's wasting space, actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Do you have a super​-​secre​t hidin​g place​ and what'​s in it? &lt;br /&gt;Sure do!  Under my bed mwahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Do you feel guilt​y about​ somet​hing right​ now, if yes what?​ &lt;br /&gt;Not a damn thing.  Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 What is the most embar​assin​g thing​ in your room right​ now? &lt;br /&gt;Me. In my current stupid condition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Have you done somet​hing recen​tly you hope no one finds​ out about​?​ &lt;br /&gt;Isn't that life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 What is your last thoug​ht befor​e you fall aslee​p?​ &lt;br /&gt;Why did I stay up so late? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 How long have those​ lefto​vers been in the fridg​e?​ &lt;br /&gt;No leftovers in this house.... 4 people.... hungry people apparently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 If I confi​scate​d your compu​ter and took a look aroun​d.​.​.​.​what would​ I find?​ &lt;br /&gt;DON'T. OPEN. PHOTOBOOTH. HAHAHAHHAHAH PAIGE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Do you sleep​ with anyth​ing?​ &lt;br /&gt;anyone? or anything?  yes i have a blankie that's still in my bed to this day.  judge me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 What is your midni​ght snack​ weakn​ess?​ &lt;br /&gt;ice pops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Have you ever you shop lifte​d?​ &lt;br /&gt;NO. I HAVE NOT. swear. i hate that shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Have you ever vanda​lized​ anyth​ing?​ &lt;br /&gt;oh, brooklyn....... hahahhahahahhah paige and I had a certain contest downstairs at trash bar..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Ever dance​d with the devil​ in the pale moonl​ight?​ &lt;br /&gt;every dayyyyyyyyy!! hes so hot right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 What do you wait until​ no one is looki​ng to do? &lt;br /&gt;run stop signs, and watch The Hills... damnit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Have you told the truth​ in this surve​y?​ &lt;br /&gt;i am a lying bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-6268931753123659359?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6268931753123659359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=6268931753123659359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/6268931753123659359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/6268931753123659359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/blah.html' title='Blah!'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-1597031390307102176</id><published>2008-10-06T04:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T04:44:07.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10</title><content type='html'>Reasons Patrick is awesome: &lt;br /&gt;1. He doesnt judge me for my late night antics&lt;br /&gt;2. He skates with me when I'm stupidly out of control and need to burn some energy&lt;br /&gt;3. He's the only one that smokes more than I do. &lt;br /&gt;4. He loves my nerdiness&lt;br /&gt;5. He doesn't sleep.  really. ever. &lt;br /&gt;6. He comes to be silly with me at a moments notice.&lt;br /&gt;7. Toffee.&lt;br /&gt;8. He lets me dress him&lt;br /&gt;9. He doesn't care when I smoke all of his cigarettes or drink his last beer. &lt;br /&gt;10.  We are beer pong champs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-1597031390307102176?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1597031390307102176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=1597031390307102176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1597031390307102176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1597031390307102176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-10.html' title='Top 10'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-9067871984739226900</id><published>2008-10-06T03:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:39:50.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm Not Saying You Suck</title><content type='html'>But if you didn't register to vote, you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-9067871984739226900?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-1114413672350023706?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1114413672350023706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=1114413672350023706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1114413672350023706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1114413672350023706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/cool-fucking-art.html' title='Cool fucking art.'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-6727658031772241007</id><published>2008-10-05T11:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:00:26.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>I back in the wonderfully already cold New York!!  My trip to Florida was great.  I ate a lot of awesome food, spent some quality time with the parents, and went down to Miami and partied my ass off with some of my best friends.  It was soooo amazing to see all of you guys!! Thank you Alexi for leting me scissor with you for two nights.  Miss you guys arleady. . . see you soon!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York. . . I missed you. . . let's hang out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-6727658031772241007?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6727658031772241007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=6727658031772241007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/6727658031772241007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/6727658031772241007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-1191517510692810586</id><published>2008-10-02T19:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:13:38.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paigey's on her way! And a great quote</title><content type='html'>PAIGEYS ALMOST HERE!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURFGAL180:  am i gonna go to hell for this song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ryans screen name that I will not post so as to avoid stalker girls): i sure hope so. hell would be cold w/o u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-1191517510692810586?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1191517510692810586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=1191517510692810586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1191517510692810586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1191517510692810586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/paigeys-on-her-way-and-great-quote.html' title='Paigey&apos;s on her way! And a great quote'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-9087085099346354466</id><published>2008-10-02T16:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:45:33.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Alexi did it?</title><content type='html'>1) spell your name without the A?&lt;br /&gt;Pige Elizbeth Pdon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Are you in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;yes. with my pink flamigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When you're at home alone, do you still close the bathroom door?&lt;br /&gt;nope I leave it wide open in hopes that stranger will walk in therefor creating the most awkward moment of all times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you like your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;um yea whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What was the last item you bought?&lt;br /&gt;a hair iron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What is your favorite romance movie?&lt;br /&gt;true romance. . . its also about selling cocaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you forgive or forget?&lt;br /&gt;I drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;going to miami!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Who was the last person to tell you they love you?&lt;br /&gt;my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you think they meant it?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;2:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What are you currently doing?&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my hair to dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;society in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;a pickle . . shocking i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;br /&gt;koby chewing a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Who does it remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;really dumb question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;sex and the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;br /&gt;)What CD is in your stereo?&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a stereo or cds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;met up with kelly. went shopping. went out in jupiter. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Do you like your music loud or at a reasonable level?&lt;br /&gt;loud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Are you a beach or a snowy mountain person?&lt;br /&gt;beach please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) What are you doing later?&lt;br /&gt;driving to miami and getting stoopid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you beleive you like/love someone?&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Do you have piercings?&lt;br /&gt;ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;2 down many more to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Have you ever been tied to a chair?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahaha omg no but I kinda want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Have you ever had two dates in one night?&lt;br /&gt;is sex considered a date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What do you get complimented about most?&lt;br /&gt;my hair and my cleavage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Do you get distracted easily?&lt;br /&gt;sorry what was the question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38)What was your childhood nickname?&lt;br /&gt;chili pepper, perfect paige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) How do you feel about public displays of affection?&lt;br /&gt;get a room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Do you live alone?&lt;br /&gt;nope with a slut. . .u may have seen her naked. . . tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Do you think highly of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I think karma is going to be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) What was the best year of your life?&lt;br /&gt;last year was tolerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Have you ever played twister?&lt;br /&gt;yupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Last thing received in the mail?&lt;br /&gt;a bill. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with a Z?&lt;br /&gt;Zalexi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) What about L?&lt;br /&gt;yeah probably who remembers these things??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;alexi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Where is the person who has your heart at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;cutting it up and throwing it in the hudson river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) Are you waiting for something?&lt;br /&gt;yea death oh and my trip to miami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) What were you doing at ten last night?&lt;br /&gt;drinking with kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;ew. gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;if it agrees with what I said than yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;nope. I'm all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) Do you hate the last person you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;um not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) Is there anyone who understands your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even understand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) Have you ever thought about converting your religion?&lt;br /&gt;yea satanism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) What was the last shocking news you heard?&lt;br /&gt;that I'm somehow 24 now. . .WHAT????? SHOCKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;diet coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) Last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;ummmmmmm go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) Who do you most look like in your family?&lt;br /&gt;most people say my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) Did you have a dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;i never remember dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) If you could have something right now, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;a time machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) Where does most of your family live?&lt;br /&gt;Florida &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70) Have you ever seen somebody get hit by a car?&lt;br /&gt;actually yes. hahahahaha. too soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?&lt;br /&gt;very long story alexi. . . and no I haven't thought about it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) Have you ever broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;yea five at one time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) What happened to the last cell phone you had?&lt;br /&gt;i traded it in for an iphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) HAVE YOU EVER HAD A PANIC ATTACK?&lt;br /&gt;yes. not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) Can you sleep in jeans?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha its more of a pass out in jeans manuver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) Whens the last time you told someone you loved them and meant it?&lt;br /&gt;huh. i never really mean anyting I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) Want someone back in your life?&lt;br /&gt;no. people are kicked out for a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80) Do you live near your most recent ex boyfriend / girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;no. thank satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) Are you good at giving directions?&lt;br /&gt;excellent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you in 3 hours miami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go fuck yourselves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-9087085099346354466?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/9087085099346354466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=9087085099346354466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/9087085099346354466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/9087085099346354466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/because-alexi-did-it.html' title='Because Alexi did it?'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-6240990683265102474</id><published>2008-10-02T08:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:19:20.311-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 year old twat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random girl strikes again'/><title type='text'>Procrastinating</title><content type='html'>I just had a Marketing exam, I've got 2 more to go... AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR PAGINA TO GET HER ASS DOWN TO MIAMI!!!!!! tonight weeeeeeee!! &lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, before I embark on studying more...&lt;br /&gt; 1) spell your name without the A?&lt;br /&gt;Lexndr rkel luger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Are you in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;yes. with jaelyn wolf. :) and Blane from project runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When you're at home alone, do you still close the bathroom door?&lt;br /&gt;yes I does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you like your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;yeah sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What was the last item you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Footworks stuff for the marathon... new shoes, shorts, a futuristic watch that keeps track of my vitals ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What is your favorite romance movie?&lt;br /&gt;the notebook because i am a female. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you forgive or forget?&lt;br /&gt;forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;my spanish essay. raaaaaaaaaar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Who was the last person to tell you they love you?&lt;br /&gt;mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you think they meant it?&lt;br /&gt;i sure hope so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;10:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What are you currently doing?&lt;br /&gt;listening to frankie chew some squeaky toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?&lt;br /&gt;frankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Who does it remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;the love of my life! frankie! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Adrift in Manhattan.  Avoid it at all costs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;br /&gt;)What CD is in your stereo?&lt;br /&gt;a mix.  thanks pat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;woke up early, studied, ran 4 miles, studied, watched project runway, complained about my aching body to my mom, she brought me water, aleve and grapes, then i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Do you like your music loud or at a reasonable level?&lt;br /&gt;loud. do you know me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Are you a beach or a snowy mountain person?&lt;br /&gt;beach... but i LOVE TELLURIDE WINTERS!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) What are you doing later?&lt;br /&gt;writing a 5 page spanish essay, going to classes, taking another test, then PAIGEY GETS HERE and only god knows what we'll get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you beleive you like/love someone?&lt;br /&gt;i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Do you have piercings?&lt;br /&gt;ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;2 and counting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Have you ever been tied to a chair?&lt;br /&gt;um. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Have you ever had two dates in one night?&lt;br /&gt;yep mwahahha you'll never know, boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What do you get complimented about most?&lt;br /&gt;my hair and my clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Do you get distracted easily?&lt;br /&gt;y.e.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38)What was your childhood nickname?&lt;br /&gt;lex, shorty (i was a midge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) How do you feel about public displays of affection?&lt;br /&gt;save it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Do you live alone?&lt;br /&gt;with mommy daddy and justin my brother. joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Do you think highly of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;i think i am the scum of the earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) What was the best year of your life?&lt;br /&gt;well let's be optimistic and say it has yet to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Have you ever played twister?&lt;br /&gt;ha yes recently &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Last thing received in the mail?&lt;br /&gt;a thank you from my cousin's engagement party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with a Z?&lt;br /&gt;Zpaige&lt;br /&gt;48) What about L?&lt;br /&gt;yeah whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Where is the person who has your heart at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;now stop that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) Are you waiting for something?&lt;br /&gt;YES FOR 6:15 TO COME AND MY WEEKEND WITH PAIGEY TO BEGIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) What were you doing at ten last night?&lt;br /&gt;thinking about how much Kenley from Project Runway SUCKS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;mommy this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;does whining about my 6:30am alarm count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) Do you hate the last person you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;daddys girl can't hate daddy now can she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) Is there anyone who understands your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) Have you ever thought about converting your religion?&lt;br /&gt;yes. to Aizikwolfism.  he is a god right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) What was the last shocking news you heard?&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell.  it has to do with my happiness a week from today! i iz keep secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) Last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;HA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) Who do you most look like in your family?&lt;br /&gt;mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) Did you have a dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;probably something about how much my body was hurting before bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) If you could have something right now, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;a universe speeder upper/ pause button / rewinder/ what the ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) Where does most of your family live?&lt;br /&gt;Florida bitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70) Have you ever seen somebody get hit by a car?&lt;br /&gt;no but jaelyn has and she called me being like "yeah someone just got hit by a car and she went flying dude." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's how i got my 2nd tattoo... long story, right paige? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) Have you ever broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;yes, Mr. Survey, I haz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) What happened to the last cell phone you had?&lt;br /&gt;i went swimming with it in my pocket.... !@$#@^#%$@!%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) HAVE YOU EVER HAD A PANIC ATTACK?&lt;br /&gt;Um yeah, I still can't use the back gates at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) Can you sleep in jeans?&lt;br /&gt;ew no, im not paige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) Whens the last time you told someone you loved them and meant it?&lt;br /&gt;today, but i didnt mean it.  just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) Want someone back in your life?&lt;br /&gt;i want MANY PEOPLE back in my life physically! did i not tell you 95% of my friends are not in this state? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80) Do you live near your most recent ex boyfriend / girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;same city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) Are you good at giving directions?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. turn at that light til you see my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-6240990683265102474?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6240990683265102474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=6240990683265102474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/6240990683265102474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/6240990683265102474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/procrastinating.html' title='Procrastinating'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-2513200954074848402</id><published>2008-09-30T12:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:52:08.955-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Guess What?</title><content type='html'>I'm running a half-marathon (13.1 miles) January 25th.  No, I'm not kidding. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing up tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-2513200954074848402?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2513200954074848402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=2513200954074848402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/2513200954074848402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/2513200954074848402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/guess-what.html' title='Guess What?'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-1702173639215519170</id><published>2008-09-30T00:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:46:42.968-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Douche Bags'/><title type='text'>Wow... Douche Fag of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMriTkE3igY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMriTkE3igY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-1702173639215519170?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1702173639215519170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=1702173639215519170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1702173639215519170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1702173639215519170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow-douche-fag-of-day.html' title='Wow... Douche Fag of the Day'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-298039884367307366</id><published>2008-09-29T15:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:12:25.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random girl strikes again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pagina'/><title type='text'>A Few Things...</title><content type='html'>1. Wow @ those old pictures... I knew Dustin was hiding them somewhere.  That night was fucking epic.  We barely escaped a police bust at the world's quietest afterparty by hopping into an escape car... A BMW convertible that our friend just happened to be driving.  Oh yeah, that's after I hid in the pantry next to the kitty litter.  But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;2. Paige is coming to Miami on Thursday, and every time I think about it, I pee myself a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;3. I'm going running today for the first time in a *LONG* time.  4 miles used to be a breeze for me, let's see how it goes... If I make it out alive, I'll be sure to let the loyal BFB readers how it goes :) &lt;br /&gt;4. These next 2 weeks are going to actually be AMAZING.  &lt;br /&gt;5. Halloween?  Considering most of my friends are going to be out of town for my FAVORITE holiday of the year, I'm thinkin I need to do some serious planning instead of procrastinating as I normally do.  Last year was retardedly amazing.  Jane Fonda + Slutty Baseball player Paige = 3 nights of halloween amazingness.  Ideas, anyone? &lt;br /&gt;6. Dustin Edward Photography!!! You guys need to check out the awesome work of this cutie pie!  It's the first link on the links on the righthand side.  His photos are the ones that Paige posted below!  Check out the site and while you're at it, check out Jason Tyler's myspace page for some jams, also on the list of links!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zat is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-298039884367307366?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/298039884367307366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=298039884367307366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/298039884367307366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/298039884367307366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-things.html' title='A Few Things...'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-8799589946911959015</id><published>2008-09-28T23:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:53:33.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah. . . blast from the past</title><content type='html'>I'm sure Alexi would agree with me when I say this night was definitely one of the most sketchy fun nights ever.  What started out as a normal wednesday night of open barness ended up in a police involved get away.  Gotta love Miami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/paigeliz13/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0683.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/paigeliz13/IMG_0683.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making my parents proud 24/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/paigeliz13/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0772.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/paigeliz13/IMG_0772.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/paigeliz13/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0855.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/paigeliz13/IMG_0855.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/paigeliz13/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0857.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/paigeliz13/IMG_0857.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a night wouldn't be complete without my boobs getting in on the action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/paigeliz13/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0765.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/paigeliz13/IMG_0765.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man we had some good times. . .probably more than we can even remember&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-8799589946911959015?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8799589946911959015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=8799589946911959015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8799589946911959015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8799589946911959015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/woah-blast-from-past.html' title='Woah. . . blast from the past'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-7725875070606884031</id><published>2008-09-28T19:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:38:52.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks , Guys.</title><content type='html'>Honestly... you guys call yourselves my friends?  How can you let me walk around with my bangs lookin like I just got a swirly?  I need Paige back in my life to fix me when I look like a wreck, which includes bronzing my cheeks while I'm peeing and telling me to put my shirt back on.  Oh wait!  She's here in 4 days!!! wahooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=2896088496_74713f8bc4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/2896088496_74713f8bc4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot. Mess. No... just mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-7725875070606884031?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7725875070606884031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=7725875070606884031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/7725875070606884031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/7725875070606884031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks-guys.html' title='Thanks , Guys.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-8477212816701201319</id><published>2008-09-28T19:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:25:59.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd like to publicly announce ...</title><content type='html'>How proud I am of you, Paige Padon, for rolling your own joint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve a ribbon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-8477212816701201319?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8477212816701201319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=8477212816701201319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8477212816701201319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8477212816701201319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/id-like-to-publicly-announce.html' title='I&apos;d like to publicly announce ...'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-2312012765346309705</id><published>2008-09-28T00:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:58:51.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have learned about myslef tonight</title><content type='html'>1.  I am indeed always right (alexi should know this by now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Getting a cheeseburger to go and a liter of diet coke is in fact my favorite dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  New York can be fucking lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Video chatting with alexi does make me feel a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I love cookie dough ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I loath when they have parties downstairs and my entire apartment vibrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Texting boys I should not be texting can be a hobby and fullfilling.  (Tiffany taught me how)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I can apparently roll a joint.  Go me. . . which is probably the real reason I am writing this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  There are some changes I need to make in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I am soooooooo excited to go to Florida on Monday and see everyone. . . whooooohooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Love is harder to find than I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  My blueberry pajamas are still my favorite.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  ikea is the bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  I love tights with boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  BOYS SUCK AND GIRLS RULE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just recently found out where that saying comes from . . . ask me and I'll tell you.  hahahahaha. . . wow. . .. weed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-2312012765346309705?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2312012765346309705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=2312012765346309705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/2312012765346309705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/2312012765346309705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-i-have-learned-about-myslef.html' title='Things I have learned about myslef tonight'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-726434503204646703</id><published>2008-09-27T20:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:04:19.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AFHUISANGJKSRENLGKNSKZN</title><content type='html'>FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOUFUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOUFUCK YOUFUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOUFUCK YOUFUCK YOUFUCK YOUFUCK YOUFUCK YOUFUCK YOUFUCK YOUFUCK YOUFUCK YOUFUCK YOUFUCK YOUFUCK YOUFUCK YOUFUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;aghhh! some bitches really suck!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-726434503204646703?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/726434503204646703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=726434503204646703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/726434503204646703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/726434503204646703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/afhuisangjksrenlgknskzn.html' title='AFHUISANGJKSRENLGKNSKZN'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-1340343130114496651</id><published>2008-09-27T17:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:20:04.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Birthday Picnic</title><content type='html'>x the birthday boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n10610315_36525313_3220.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n10610315_36525313_3220.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n10610315_36525489_2455.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n10610315_36525489_2455.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thumbs up for the picnic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n10610315_36525499_235.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n10610315_36525499_235.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg thats totally the chick from bingo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n10610315_36525556_6677-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n10610315_36525556_6677-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hahahah girl on girl on girl on girl twister!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n10610315_36525640_1654.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n10610315_36525640_1654.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hipster birthday hats...'&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n10610315_36525741_4494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n10610315_36525741_4494.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picnic: checkers, twister, paddle ball, waterballoons, frisbee, friend chicken, gin and juice, music, blankets, birthday joint= great saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday X!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-1340343130114496651?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1340343130114496651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=1340343130114496651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1340343130114496651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/1340343130114496651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday-birthday-picnic.html' title='Saturday Birthday Picnic'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-5385092632241370701</id><published>2008-09-26T19:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:11:59.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement for the city of Miami</title><content type='html'>I only thougt it would be fair to warn all of you that I a.k.a. Paige a.k.a Pagina a.k.a. Open Bar President a.k.a. blonde slut. . . will be returning to Miami for a few nights of drunkeness.  I will be in town Thursday, Oct 2nd and Friday, Oct 3rd.   So stock up on vodka, diet coke, condoms, tissues, confetti, and debauchery skills.  I can't wait to see all of you!!!  Well not ALL of you but whatever I'll deal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/paigeliz13/?action=view&amp;current=DSCF3852.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/paigeliz13/DSCF3852.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU SOON CUNTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-5385092632241370701?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5385092632241370701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=5385092632241370701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5385092632241370701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5385092632241370701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/public-service-announcement-for-city-of.html' title='Public Service Announcement for the city of Miami'/><author><name>Pagina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07870955272542272786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VPsssKGqo9g/SEbKAZjOfwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VlPqR0_YQfk/S220/l_dd05052c5a5bc82939a09d901f57d520.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-8043812862089682183</id><published>2008-09-26T05:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T05:41:03.165-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random girl strikes again'/><title type='text'>things that remind me of you</title><content type='html'>I constantly think of my friends that aren't here with me all the time.  Don't worry guys, Whiz is taking great care of me.  But sometimes I see, smell, or hear things that remind me of you crazy kids... and here they are. 5 things that remind me of my closest ones...&lt;br /&gt;J: &lt;br /&gt;The smell of the beach.&lt;br /&gt;When I dance like I don't care who's watching. &lt;br /&gt;Cold weather. Realllly cold weather. &lt;br /&gt;Spank Rock and Mickey Avalon. &lt;br /&gt;German Shepards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paigey: &lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;Pickles, Olives and Bloody Marys&lt;br /&gt;Turbonegro, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Alicia Keys... sorry. &lt;br /&gt;Stars. &lt;br /&gt;the 195 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiz: &lt;br /&gt;Our shows... Weeds, The Office, and Golden Girls&lt;br /&gt;David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;Spicy Food&lt;br /&gt;Yoga&lt;br /&gt;Vintage collectables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry:&lt;br /&gt;The Misfits&lt;br /&gt;Wakeboarding&lt;br /&gt;Parliament Lights&lt;br /&gt;Skulls and Weapons :) &lt;br /&gt;The Standard and The Raleigh ... and Castle Beach Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake:&lt;br /&gt;the teenagers&lt;br /&gt;black. period.&lt;br /&gt;cool cameras. &lt;br /&gt;joy division. &lt;br /&gt;jack black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff: &lt;br /&gt;Awesome weaves.&lt;br /&gt;Obi's house. &lt;br /&gt;Purdy. &lt;br /&gt;My bed aka your couch &lt;br /&gt;Bagels and Katy Perry. - Random I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-8043812862089682183?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8043812862089682183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=8043812862089682183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8043812862089682183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/8043812862089682183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-that-remind-me-of-you.html' title='things that remind me of you'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-5125130233978086463</id><published>2008-09-26T05:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T05:14:29.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HARRY the spider'/><title type='text'>Unintentional Murder</title><content type='html'>I may or may not have killed my pet spider Harry from my windowsill... I wasn't thinking and swatted at him.... RIP Harry... Unless you bit me then rot in hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-5125130233978086463?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5125130233978086463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=5125130233978086463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5125130233978086463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/5125130233978086463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/unintentional-murder.html' title='Unintentional Murder'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-382184631762300133</id><published>2008-09-26T05:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T05:08:45.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight.</title><content type='html'>Watching "The Office," with Whiz and Monte, having some awesome ham and cheese sammys... then Christian and I rocked out with some hippie lettuce and amazing jams!  I had such a great night.  Needed it so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian trying to be patient with Autocat (some crazy architecture program that no one else will ever be able to figure out) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n10610315_36518778_4229.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n10610315_36518778_4229.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we get silly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n10610315_36518780_2688.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n10610315_36518780_2688.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't laughed like this in a long time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n10610315_36518830_6944.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n10610315_36518830_6944.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, Cristiano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n10610315_36518991_1548.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n10610315_36518991_1548.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BluBlockers were making everything so much prettier :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n10610315_36519179_2756.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n10610315_36519179_2756.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets me.... Te quiero demasiado guey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/?action=view&amp;current=n10610315_36519337_3230.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x71/surfgal180/n10610315_36519337_3230.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was just perfect.  All I needed and I only left the house once to skateboard to the gas station!!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the night: "creep" by radiohead.  just to throw it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-382184631762300133?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/382184631762300133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=382184631762300133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/382184631762300133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/382184631762300133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/tonight.html' title='tonight.'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-237921697765518185</id><published>2008-09-25T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:51:20.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a question that people always ask you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you always this crazy? or What drugs are you on? or How big are your boobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the 6th text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;I love it its good for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a new pair of jeans, what store do you go first?&lt;br /&gt;thrift store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;Ok Kelly I'll see you in a few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you have to do tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;schooooolllllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;next to me on the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own an iPod?&lt;br /&gt;iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which friend of yours has the most unusual name?&lt;br /&gt;OBI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What cd is currently in your cd player?&lt;br /&gt;what's a CD player? What is this 1998?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk?&lt;br /&gt;ewwww milk is gross and unatural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone told you a secret this week?&lt;br /&gt;yea but its probably not a secret anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;MOnday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?&lt;br /&gt;yupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;yes I am dying for another tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along better with boys or girls?&lt;br /&gt;boyssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back?&lt;br /&gt;I'm all over the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;the television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of your friends lives closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jake Bernstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;I went to school all day they went out and got wasted and made a fool of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;life in general . . .. so many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next vacation you're going on?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home to florida . .. thank god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your phone ring in the middle of the night often?&lt;br /&gt;no. . . people know better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gets in the way of your sleep​ing?​&lt;br /&gt;drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you recently realized?&lt;br /&gt;I can't always get what I want and I can't change people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something you wish you could tell someone?&lt;br /&gt;ughhhhhhhhhhhh. . . I need to say so many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been accused of something you didn't even do?&lt;br /&gt;yes. . . stealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who's married?&lt;br /&gt;my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to make you feel pain?&lt;br /&gt;woah.. . .i'm not giong there right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going to be at 8:00 tomorrow night?&lt;br /&gt;no fucking idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;last night. .  a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some things you miss about your past?&lt;br /&gt;home cooked meals, bigger room, my car, being sober ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you jealous of anyone?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;br /&gt;um I'm sure everyone is duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were you in the car with last?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahaha  I palm reading cab driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;going home and see friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made out on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;yupe today actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who has messed up your life?&lt;br /&gt;kind of but in a wonderfully horrible way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;yes I have several&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you gave a back massage?&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth crying over a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you have no choice it just comes out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your most hated food?&lt;br /&gt;i like everything but I don't really care for poop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture with?&lt;br /&gt;jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the door open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;open so tiffany can watch me sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;yes. . . i forgot how much I did but I've recently been reminded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;ha like a few hourse ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's car were you in last other than yours?&lt;br /&gt;mr. cab driver who changed my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last conversation you had on the phone with?&lt;br /&gt;kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;nooo. . .I'm afraid these questions are going to get dumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is life going for you right now?&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhhhhhh I'm making some necessary changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any meaning behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;yea that love sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe what comes around goes around?&lt;br /&gt;I hope not otherwise I'm screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;not really. . . people are shady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give out second chances easily?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;green and yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile a lot?&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the highlight of your week?&lt;br /&gt;meeting someone new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about change&lt;br /&gt;so fucking neccessary   BRING IT ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried from being so mad?&lt;br /&gt;yea i get teary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any enemies?&lt;br /&gt;definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the longest you have gone without checking your Myspace?&lt;br /&gt;like an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person who left your life and hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;I think I left some people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made anyone laugh when they were crying?&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;what is happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever sang to you?&lt;br /&gt;yes. . . well we sing together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last girl you were talking to?&lt;br /&gt;no !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last see in person?&lt;br /&gt;Charles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you talking to right now?&lt;br /&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Chinese food?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone see your last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;no I closed my curtains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the next place you will travel to?&lt;br /&gt;miami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 8:00 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a sleepover?&lt;br /&gt;monday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you currently want right now?&lt;br /&gt;loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get married &amp; have children?&lt;br /&gt;yesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you typically a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your life as of now?&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;2 boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone leaves a note and flowers on your car, cute or tacky?&lt;br /&gt;i prefer chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be in a relationship in 4 months?&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look behind you what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;my wall with grafitti on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have good eye sight?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 3 people you texted?&lt;br /&gt;alexi, kelly, charles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your mom has secrets she's never told you?&lt;br /&gt;I hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a dead body?&lt;br /&gt;yes. cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-237921697765518185?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/237921697765518185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=237921697765518185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Have you ever made out on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyon​e who has messe​d up your life?​&lt;br /&gt;tried perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best frien​d?​&lt;br /&gt;for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you gave a back massa​ge?​&lt;br /&gt;few weeks ago, ohhh yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth​ cryin​g over a guy/​girl?​&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it just happens, i think its called being a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​s your most hated​ food?​&lt;br /&gt;red meat. gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso​n you took a pictu​re with?​&lt;br /&gt;whiz fa shiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep​ with the door open or close​d?​&lt;br /&gt;um closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to cuddl​e?​&lt;br /&gt;get the fuck off me.  DUH YES and i sometimes force it upon whoever has the pleasure of sharing a bed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had your heart​ broke​n?​&lt;br /&gt;oh stop that, survey, you're diggin too deep here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'​s car were you in last other​ than yours​?​&lt;br /&gt;Whit when we went to get veggies from monte's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last conve​rsati​on you had on the phone​ with?​&lt;br /&gt;my buddy pat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afrai​d of rolle​r coast​ers?​&lt;br /&gt;the more puke-face dizzy, the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is life going​ for you right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;fantastic, thanks. you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ any meani​ng behin​d your profi​le song?​&lt;br /&gt;yeah jeff buckley is the man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie​ve what comes​ aroun​d goes aroun​d?​&lt;br /&gt;yeah it's how I try to live my life... some people that have treated me shitty seem to get what they deserve, and vice versa.  case and point, summer 2008. ha! fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust​ peopl​e easil​y?​&lt;br /&gt;ha! i dont know really... sometimes yes, sometimes no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give out secon​d chanc​es easil​y?​&lt;br /&gt;yikes!  i know i've been given some, so maybe i should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color​ are your eyes?​&lt;br /&gt;poop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile​ a lot?&lt;br /&gt;i cant stay serious, and always lose no-smiling contests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the highl​ight of your week?​&lt;br /&gt;probably monday night catchin up with shaderson and obi at their new apartment.  that was fun, right McShaderson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing​ you'​re looki​ng forwa​rd to?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow being over... class from 8am til 6, ugh!  then the office is on so yeahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about​ chang​e&lt;br /&gt;i think i need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried​ from being​ so mad?&lt;br /&gt;July 4th, 2008, I threw a beer bottle on the street that almost sliced jake after my laptop was stolen in brooklyn, and I'm pretty sure those were angry tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any enemi​es?​&lt;br /&gt;nahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the longe​st you have gone witho​ut check​ing your Myspa​ce?​&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someo​ne?​&lt;br /&gt;so many people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyon​e ever told you you have prett​y eyes?​&lt;br /&gt;yesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso​n who left your life and hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;skip! too emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made anyon​e laugh​ when they were cryin​g?​&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy​?​&lt;br /&gt;not really, on the phone with paige and she is not happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyon​e ever sang to you?&lt;br /&gt;hahahah yeah paigey sings to me all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last girl you were talki​ng to?&lt;br /&gt;im talkin to paige! shhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last see in perso​n?​&lt;br /&gt;whiz and christian as usual! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you talki​ng to right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;agh ! i told you, paige!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Chine​se food?​&lt;br /&gt;yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyon​e see your last kiss?​&lt;br /&gt;nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ is the next place​ you will trave​l to?&lt;br /&gt;hopefully CO or NY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing​ at 8:00 this morni​ng?​&lt;br /&gt;zzzz's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a sleep​over?​&lt;br /&gt;i sleep in whitneys bed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is somet​hing you curre​ntly want right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;to hug my friends!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get marri​ed &amp; have child​ren?​&lt;br /&gt;yes of couuuuurse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing​ you bough​t?​&lt;br /&gt;stuff for my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you typic​ally a jealo​us perso​n?​&lt;br /&gt;eh sometimes. . . depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your life as of now?&lt;br /&gt;hahaa JUDGED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want?​&lt;br /&gt;many babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someo​ne leave​s a note and flowe​rs on your car, cute or tacky​?​&lt;br /&gt;cute!!!! wow. cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be in a relat​ionsh​ip in 4 month​s?​&lt;br /&gt;we shall see! im always in a relationship with jaelyn though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look behin​d you what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;a window. creepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have good eye sight​?​&lt;br /&gt;yes i does and perfuct gramer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 3 peopl​e you texte​d?​&lt;br /&gt;j, whiz, mama &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think​ your mom has secre​ts she'​s never​ told you?&lt;br /&gt;bad question. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a dead body?​&lt;br /&gt;i see dead people! mwahahahhahahahhah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-3430578309914408940?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3430578309914408940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=3430578309914408940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3430578309914408940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/3430578309914408940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/have-you-ever-made-out-on-your-bed-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357309047874548645.post-2222897034017544993</id><published>2008-09-25T00:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:54:21.570-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkwardness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random girl strikes again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Public Speaking</title><content type='html'>I have my third speech tomorrow for my public speaking class.  My first one was about introducing a classmate, second was Obama's Economic plan, and my third is a "Special Occasioin," speech, meaning a toast, a fake acceptance speech, or for some interesting occasion. I haven't written it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first idea, inspired by watching Across the Universe last night, was to write a speech as if I was at a celebratory party for The Beatles getting signed to their first record label, as if I was a manager, or a close friend of one of the Liverpool boys.  Then I thought... hm... I could be Yoko Ono on a press conference in the 70's?  Nah.  Both of these, to be done with just the right amount of facts and wit, would take way too much effort for a class that I usually don't spend too much time on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with those ideas shot down, I think it's more appropriate for me to write an acceptance speech for being voted Biggest Procrastinator of All Time.  Maybe make it entertaining, funny, but short and sweet.  The only problem is, once I get started on examples of what makes me the biggest procrastinator of all time, the list would be too long, and I'd probably end up putting it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357309047874548645-2222897034017544993?l=brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2222897034017544993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357309047874548645&amp;postID=2222897034017544993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/2222897034017544993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357309047874548645/posts/default/2222897034017544993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brainsforbrunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/public-speaking.html' title='Public Speaking'/><author><name>Lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01641244908130866220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfMaFFWFW4w/SEa-S3yGlwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJI4DocRToc/S220/IMG_3703.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
