<?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-7252949</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:17:17.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>momoko, are you there?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-109199832215812709</id><published>2004-08-08T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T15:52:02.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Float On</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been interesting. I had my first day off yesterday after working for 9 days straight and I think I was going a little crazy. Anyway, I just wanna highlight some of the funnier moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;Friday the door panels and seats came out of my car. I felt like I was on pimp my ride. I had a badass stereo for about a day and then it quit working - sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;Sandy and I are on a mission to become poker players. We were inspired by Celebrity Poker. We have only played for real once, but we are planning on creating a Monday night poker game, and we spread the word last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;Sandy, Dee, and I have a new song - "Float On" by Modest Mouse. I just hope we don't overplay it too soon. We have a tendency to repeat the song until someone notices and gets mad and changes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;Last night the three of us got dressed up as "tennis hoes" for what was supposedly the last party at Ben's. So sad. We definitely have some memories from that place (New Year's with Boones, dance parties, etc.). Anyway, not too many people seemed to get the memo about the theme, but we were ok with that. Three other girls did show up later, making a total of six tennis hoes, which we were very excited about. We celebrated by constantly grouping the dressed up people together to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;I think one of the ways you know when you have really great friends is when someone pisses you off, and your friends are automatically mad at them too, for you. Last night was one of the funniest nights ever because of this. Dee and her accidental spill, Sandy and her comments... funny stuff. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sad that I have to go back to work and wish that I didn't still feel ill. Ugh! I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-109199832215812709?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/109199832215812709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=109199832215812709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/109199832215812709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/109199832215812709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/08/float-on.html' title='Float On'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-109157537763807868</id><published>2004-08-03T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T18:22:57.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/1428/640/gaind%20close.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/1428/320/gaind%20close.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best pictures Gaind has ever taken. What is she looking at???&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-109157537763807868?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/109157537763807868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=109157537763807868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/109157537763807868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/109157537763807868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/08/one-of-best-pictures-gaind-has-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-109157528048927933</id><published>2004-08-03T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T18:21:20.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/1428/640/gaind%20run.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/1428/320/gaind%20run.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm really not trying to pick on Gaind here (maybe I am cause she never would make a blog), but anyway here she is fleeing from Randalls while Sandy was dropping stuff and the rest of us were staying behind to help.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-109157528048927933?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/109157528048927933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=109157528048927933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/109157528048927933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/109157528048927933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/08/ok-im-really-not-trying-to-pick-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-109157452294265794</id><published>2004-08-03T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T18:08:42.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/1428/640/partai.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/1428/320/partai.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us took a bathroom break together at Ben's. We turned off the light while each of us was peeing, but I turned it on while Sandy was still in mid-pee and she looked like a deer in headlights! Funny times...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-109157452294265794?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/109157452294265794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=109157452294265794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/109157452294265794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/109157452294265794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/08/four-of-us-took-bathroom-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-109157381461994579</id><published>2004-08-03T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T17:56:54.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/1428/640/prime.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/298/1428/320/prime.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An older pic from when I was still in the dorm... but I still thought it captured us in our prime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-109157381461994579?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/109157381461994579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=109157381461994579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/109157381461994579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/109157381461994579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/08/older-pic-from-when-i-was-still-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-109151502954014713</id><published>2004-08-03T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T01:45:04.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So all of the sudden it seems like summer is about to end. Sucks. I'm hoping I've made the most of it. Lemme think of some fun stuff I've done lately to prove it...... going to Mexico at 3:30 in the morning sticks out clearly in my mind. A few Saturday's ago I got off of work after working a double shift from 5pm-2am and talked to a few guys who decided to go to Mexico. Right then. So I went! Me, Will, Brandon, and T. Marion ventured the four hours down to Mexico. Highlights of the trip..... The car we went in had no AC so on the way down there I was freezing and on the way back I was sweating insanely. We arrived in Mexico at 7:30 am (with the guys promising Mexican bars to be open all night, which I argued), to no open bars. We waited until 8 when Burger King opened and ate breakfast. We sat around until we could get into a restaurant at 9:30 and started drinking beer. And that's pretty much how we spent the next few hours. It was a funny feeling to be heavily buzzed by 10:30am. Also, every person we passed on the street seemed to think we were all lost and looking for a pharmacy. To buy drugs. We weren't! We spent lots of time convincing people, no, we didn't want drugs. We kept saying, we just want cerveza! But of course, as we walked back across the border, the border patrol apparently agreed with the street people and they stopped the four of us amid hundreds of other people and pulled us aside to search us, for drugs. They searched my miniscule purse and made the guys empty their pockets. They kept telling us if we admitted we had drugs, we wouldn't be punished as severely as if they found them on us. Surprisingly, we didn't have drugs! They finally let us go. The next fun part of the trip was in the car, passing through the other border check point when we really did have drugs in the car. Luckily, they didn't search the car and we all breathed a sigh of relief and the guys proceeded to fill another bowl shortly there after. I finally got dropped off at my house at 4:40pm, and got to go back to work at 5! I then worked until 10 and luckily made it out of that place without dying or at least passing out. I finally went to sleep for the first time in two days that night, only to return to work the next morning. Ugh! Ha but it was all worth it and at least I will be able to tell anyone who wants to know that I drove to Mexico, spur of the moment, at 3:30am. When I went back to work, eyes bloodshot and dragging my feet, no one actually believed me when I said I had just gotten back from Mexico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow that became a long story. But don't worry, I'm not done. Hopefully I can think of something else fun I've done recently, but nothing really stands out in my mind. Oh! Me, Gaind, and Q took a random trip bowling a few days ago. Talk about funny. I think that place is the highschool hang out. But we had fun. I somehow won with a score of 88, if that tells you anything about our skills. Ummm last weekend I went and saw The Village! Like a dork I saw it the first day it came out. Afterwards we couldn't for the life of us find anything to do and spent a while sitting at Cabana, drinking margaritas. Everything is more fun with 21 year olds! Then Saturday Gaind, Tam, and I went out first to a friend of a friends party. We were told there would be a margarita machine and a pool. Well, in actuality there was a little liquor to MAKE margaritas and a pool that no one was swimming in. Needless to say, I took hold of the blender. The highlight of that place was playing "never ever have I ever" with a guy who didn't have a drink and kept raising his imaginary glass. Supposedly there was a pool party starting at 2, but we didn't make it until then and made a random visit to the Pike house where, somehow, a bunch of guys we knew got in and it turned into an Austin High reunion. We stayed there for a bit and then I drove home, which probably wasn't the smartest thing to do. I did race another car (and win!) and go barreling over a huge hump where I'm sure my car left the ground. I know that was stupid, but I think the whole night was worthwhile because, if I'm not mistaken, we got Gaind drunk. Without even bugging her! I think that is the second time this summer. Go us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that stuff and working an insane amount, there isn't too much else. I have actually had a couple "I love Austin" moments though. I have been down to the creek a few times lately which is great cause it is free! And fun of course. Although I did have fish attack me today. Also I was around campus last night and realized how much I love being there and how I miss the dorm! But I am so excited about next year and getting an apartment, and because Sandy is going to be in Austin and will be living unofficially at our apartment. I will make sure of it. We spend so much time just hanging out, at my house or something, that I am so happy we will be able to continue it next year. It will be a longer drive though, but at least it won't be 3 hours! And it is all becoming more real as me and Gaind have been making our apartment list and constantly remembering other things to take, haha. And finally I feel like I am out of things to say. I feel bad that this is so long but I guess I was just making up for the days I haven't posted, so get over it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-109151502954014713?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/109151502954014713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=109151502954014713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/109151502954014713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/109151502954014713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-108967291882322507</id><published>2004-07-15T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T17:18:09.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertaining myself</title><content type='html'>So I have been a little bored lately. Yes, I am admitting it. I do have a job, but with four and a half hour shifts, that still leaves you plenty of time to sit on your ass. So I have been amusing myself with VH1, MTV, and puzzles. That pretty much sums up my last few days. Oh, and spending time on the computer and sending constant text messages back and forth with Aaron. That's it! No joke. Tonight all my girls are thinking about renting or seeing a movie, which will at least get me out of the house...... but still leave me sitting on my ass! I think my boredom has increased because after being back from the beach nothing seems as fun as it used to. Sad. Anyway, in all my free time spent surfing the internet, I have found some highly amusing things. This first one reminds me of I love the 90's which has been showing on VH1 and that I have been watching religiously. It's just so funny to think that stuff like "Ice Ice Baby" will always be a part of our childhood. And I have discussed with friends that, yes, we were born in the 80's but the stuff we can really remember comes from the 90's. So take a look at this. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;You know you're a 90s child if... &lt;br /&gt;1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCH!" &lt;br /&gt;2. You watched the Pound Puppies. &lt;br /&gt;3. You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Bel Air." &lt;br /&gt;4. You wore biker shorts under your shirts and felt stylish. &lt;br /&gt;5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-Sitters Club and tried to start a club of your own. &lt;br /&gt;6. You owned those little Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls. &lt;br /&gt;7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on "Blossom." (and "How rude!" comes from Stephanie on "Full House") &lt;br /&gt;8. Two words: M.C. Hammer (three words: M.C. Hammer PANTS) &lt;br /&gt;9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock." &lt;br /&gt;10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars. &lt;br /&gt;11. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales." &lt;br /&gt;12. You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons. &lt;br /&gt;13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head. &lt;br /&gt;14. You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen. &lt;br /&gt;15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail Day in computer class at school. &lt;br /&gt;16. You played the game "MASH." (Mansion apartment Shack House) &lt;br /&gt;17. You wore a Jordache Jean jacket and you were proud of it. &lt;br /&gt;18. You loved your L.A. Gear. &lt;br /&gt;19. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in Kindergarten. &lt;br /&gt;20. You remember reading Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing and all the Ramona books. &lt;br /&gt;21. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF." &lt;br /&gt;22. You wanted to be a Goonie. Truffle Shuffle! Boodie Trap! &lt;br /&gt;23. You even wore fluorescent clothing. &lt;br /&gt;24. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off. &lt;br /&gt;25. You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf &lt;br /&gt;26. You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school. &lt;br /&gt;27. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets. &lt;br /&gt;28. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence. &lt;br /&gt;29. You remember Hypercolor T-shirts. &lt;br /&gt;30. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band. &lt;br /&gt;31. You thought She-Ra and He-Man should hook up. &lt;br /&gt;32. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets. &lt;br /&gt;33. You owned a pair of jelly sandals. &lt;br /&gt;34. After you saw "Pee-Wee's Big Adventure" you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?" &lt;br /&gt;35. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up!" &lt;br /&gt;36. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates. &lt;br /&gt;37. You got seriously injured on a Slip 'n' Slide. &lt;br /&gt;38. You have even played with a Skip-It. &lt;br /&gt;39. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonald's. &lt;br /&gt;40. You've gone through this list occasionally saying "awesome." &lt;br /&gt;41. You remember Popples. &lt;br /&gt;42. "Don't worry, be happy." &lt;br /&gt;43. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights. &lt;br /&gt;44. You wore socks scrunched down. &lt;br /&gt;45. "Miss Mary MACK MACK MACK, all dressed in BLACK BLACK BLACK, with silver BUTTONS, BUTTONS, BUTTONS all down her BACK, BACK, BACK!" &lt;br /&gt;46. You remember boom boxes vs. CD players. &lt;br /&gt;47. You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies. &lt;br /&gt;48. You knew what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!" &lt;br /&gt;49. You remember watching "Rainbow Brite" and "My Little Ponies." &lt;br /&gt;50. You thought Doogie Howser was hot. &lt;br /&gt;51. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac. &lt;br /&gt;52. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool. &lt;br /&gt;53. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By the Bell." &lt;br /&gt;54. You know all the words to Bon Jovi.&lt;br /&gt;55. You played and/or collected "Pogs." &lt;br /&gt;56. You used to pretend that you could transform into a Power Ranger. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Wow, that list really made me laugh. Cause there is some crazy shit that went on during our childhood that only we will remember! I mean, my first concert ever was New Kids on the Block (I fell asleep, but that is beside the point). I ALWAYS rap the theme song to Fresh Prince of Bel Air. I LOVED the Baby Sitters Club, and don't even get me started on how many hours I spent playing MASH, and Oregon Trail!&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I could go on and on, but I won't. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And next I have for you rules that girls (apparently) need to know. I realize that some of these are insulting to my own gender, but I find them funny anyway. Just thought I would share, not that I will ever NOT get mad about the toilet seat being up. (And don't ask me about the numbering.) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We always hear "the rules" from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules:- Numbered "1" ON PURPOSE! &lt;br /&gt;1. Breasts are for looking at and that is why we do it. Don't try to change that. &lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up,put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down. &lt;br /&gt;1. Saturday = Sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be. &lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way. &lt;br /&gt;1. Crying is blackmail. &lt;br /&gt;1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it! &lt;br /&gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question. &lt;br /&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for. &lt;br /&gt;1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor. &lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days. &lt;br /&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. &lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one. &lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself. &lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials. &lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions and neither do we. &lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Lilac is a flower. We have no idea what mauve is. &lt;br /&gt;1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that. &lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle. &lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear. &lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine. Really. &lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as Sex, Sport, or Cars. &lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes. &lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes. &lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape. Round is a shape. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading this; Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the settee tonight, but did you know men really don't mind that, it's like camping. Pass this to as many men as you can - to give them a laugh. Pass this to as many women as you can - to give them an education!! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Sooooo that made me laugh. Just makes me think that guys are so much more simple than girls.... ya know, expecting straight answers, yes and no, that kind of thing. I'm not sure if that's good or bad, but whatever. Onto something new. I HAVE A NEW PUPPY!!! He is the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life. And I am a cat person! But seriously, I love him. And I think I am beginning to understand what it feels like to be a parent. I don't want to leave him, ever! I hate leaving the house cause he gets so sad. He follows me all around. If I am sitting on the sofa, I have pick him up onto the sofa, too. If I get off my bed, I have to take him off my bed, too. If I leave the room that he is in for too long and he is stuck on something he can't get down from, he starts whining. But now I've made him sound pitiful. He really is the best. Other than when he pees and poops in my room. Yes, other than that, he is great. He has the softest hair and he always licks my face and likes to be held on my shoulder. Awww he is just so cute. Nevermind the fact that my mom is threatening to sell him if he isn't house trained by the time I go back to school. There is no way I'm losing this dog. And I'm 99% sure his name is Siloh. I think I am happy with it. It took us about 2 weeks to come up with a name, but I am set on this one. My mom is calling him Shane, but I'm sure that will end eventually. No sense in him having two names. And now I feel like I have been working on this blog for longer than a blog should be worked on, so I am finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-108967291882322507?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/108967291882322507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=108967291882322507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108967291882322507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108967291882322507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/07/entertaining-myself.html' title='Entertaining myself'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-108959862223244206</id><published>2004-07-11T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T21:17:02.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We dropped it like it was hot</title><content type='html'>So we just got back from the beach and I figured there was nothing better to do except blog about it. It was so much fun! Our countdown which started 37 days early was definitely worth it. The seven hour drive down to Padre sucked, but we were kept on our toes with fear that the luggage would fly off. We had a few scares with the tarp that was holding our luggage down flapping off, and spent a little time getting honked at on the side of the freeway fixing it. Fun! But we finally managed to get there taking only one wrong turn, and..... TA DA!!! We were at the beach! Our hotel/condo had an amazing view straight into the ocean, and we had a huge balcony to fully appreciate it. The first night we got drunk off tequila shots before the rest of the people even got there, but it definitely made for an interesting night! We fought with our boom box the entire night as it wouldn't play the mixes we made especially for the trip, which upset us greatly. Even Gaind got drunk and was yelling off the balcony to the people on the beach "Are there any crabs?" Oh, Gaind. And then we all finally took a drunken night trip down to the ocean, where I'm happy I wasn't alone because I very well might have taken a dangerous swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two days were a continuous round of being woken up earlier than I would have liked by my friends, going to the beach, taking a break from the beach, going back to the beach, getting dressed, eating dinner, and drinking (with a little cleaning from us girls in there as well ;-) ). That just about sums it all up. Some highlights were using the boogie boards out in the ocean and getting beaten up by the waves. I'm happy Q was there incase I needed rescuing because a couple of times I was fearful for my life. We also had fun trying to learn how to body surf... if that is what it's called - I can't remember. It consists of surfing along on a couple inches of water, and is much harder than it looks or sounds. Eric is a pro and tried to teach us, and I full blown busted it three times, like fell either stomach or ass first onto the hard sand. I know I looked pretty cool, right there on the beach falling down where everyone could see. But I have no shame. I kept trying, with very little success. We gave all the boys ghetto rapper names. They were so cool I feel I have to share. The Eric's were E-Bling, Antone was Lil Twon, Aaron was HE-RO (said only in a deep loud voice), Austin was Big A and Richie was Rich-Money. I proceeded to use the names the rest of the weekend. We went to dinner on Friday at a pizza place where "The Piano Man" played and knew pretty much any song you wanted him to play. He even played some Grease songs and said "oh Sandy" at the end in honor of her. It was great! Saturday Aaron used his bbqing skills to cook for us and we had our pink panty droppers night. All the girls wore pink panties and pink clothes, and the guys actually wore the pink shirts we brought for them. I was very impressed. We also had some fun playing drinking games, and doing lots of dancing (we were working on perfecting our individual dance moves).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was an awesome weekend and I'm so sad it has ended. I was actually getting used to spending so much time with "the Valley boys" as Sandy has named them. Anyway, now it is all over and I have nothing else to count down to. Somehow the summer doesn't look quite as fun anymore cause all I have is school looming ahead in the distant future. Damn! Well, I am actually beat and want to go to bed real bad already. I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-108959862223244206?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/108959862223244206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=108959862223244206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108959862223244206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108959862223244206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/07/we-dropped-it-like-it-was-hot.html' title='We dropped it like it was hot'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-108882235401431248</id><published>2004-07-02T21:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T22:02:50.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown: 7 days till Padre</title><content type='html'>Well guys, last night was one of the funniest nights of my life. No joke. I don't think I have laughed that hard for that long in forever. I think it was a combination of being with my funny great friends, and the situation we found ourselves in. So it was our one week until Padre celebration, and me, Gaind, Sandai, and Tam went to eat at Hula Huts. We talked about the last time we had been there when we made Heather Brewer ask a waiter if he had dropped his nametag, while she was holding a sugar packet that read "sweet thing." It was great. So anyway, we were sitting there complaining about the trials and tribulations of being young, because we got stuck in a table way over in the corner that was almost in the sun. But soon we would eat our words. As we sat there, in walks a couple of boys coming in our direction. Then walks a couple more. Before we know it, there seemed to be a steady never ending stream of beautiful guys (not that I was looking) walking in all sitting RIGHT next to us! We couldn't believe it! We counted and there were 11 of them, that's right, ELEVEN. We never knew that gorgeous boys traveled in packs and converged at Hula Hut. You should have seen the looks on our faces. Apparently, we were giving ourselves away. But damnit, me and Tam got stuck with the seats facing away from them, while Sandy and Gaind had excellent views. And they refused to switch seats with us! So me and Tam, both who were convinced the other had a better view, went to the bathroom and then switched seats discreetly. It was funny because Sandy was convinced the guys were younger than us, Gaind thought they were older than us, but I thought they looked just right! Well, the rest of dinner proved to be VERY exciting complete with eye contact (mainly made with Sandy), conspicuous turn arounds from both us and them, and never ending jokes. It was hilarious. We also noticed about a million other cute boys there (including one bartender in particular) and decided Hula Huts will be our new hangout. Our only downfall was that three girls kept walking by us with SUPER short shirts on - like up the their boobs - and it was grossing us out. Anyway, before we left we were convinced that we couldn't just lose them forever, so Sandy was the brave one and decided to make contact. We pulled out our old line (the "sweet thing" name tag) with a little twist. Sandy wrote a note on the sugar packet with her name and phone number, and gave it to one of the boys on the way out that she had been making eye contact with all night. It took a lot of courage and planning throughout the whole dinner to make it happen. And I give unlimited props to Sandy for being such a badass. I never would have had the guts. So as we left, right after she slipped the sugar packet, we heard clapping coming from the table and I saw the guy holding it up to all his friends and explaining what it said. Yeah!!! What an amazing, funny, exciting, funny, dinner. Did I mention that it was funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that (no, the night wasn't over) we went to see the Notebook. Yup, the corny romantic movie... that's the one. It was ok, but the numerous cheesy moments kind of ruined it. Plus, we had kids behind us laughing the whole time, melodramatic people in the front sobbing, and a couple behind us making out hard core. It was amazing that there were so many annoying people in one movie theatre. Then we made about a 10 minute pit stop at a "party" to wish our old friend T Marion, now T Twanky!, happy birthday. It's great that some of our friends are getting close to being 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today hasn't been nearly as exciting as last night. But we figure that last night was so great because it was our one week until Padre... therefor it will be at least that awesome the whole time we are there! I still can't wait. Only six days now. Anyway, I think this is much too long but I didn't want to leave out any of the details from last night. It was just so much fun! Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-108882235401431248?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/108882235401431248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=108882235401431248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108882235401431248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108882235401431248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/07/countdown-7-days-till-padre.html' title='Countdown: 7 days till Padre'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-108853374429485685</id><published>2004-06-29T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T13:29:04.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering</title><content type='html'>So guys, it is now Tuesday and I got my wisdom teeth pulled FOUR DAYS AGO and I think I am finally almost back to normal. By back to normal I mean my face could almost pass for not swollen, I can eat chunkier soups than I have been able to the past few days, and I'm not taking pain medication every four hours now. This is a vast improvement. I finally went back to the doctor yesterday cause I had been in such pain, and they looked at my tooth (hole) and said it was very inflamed and had gotten infected somehow. So they cleaned out the hole - yum! - and put some long clear gross sticky medicine thing into the hole where my tooth was pulled. Yeah, it hurt. The thing they put in there also resembled a caterpillar. Luckily, it helped the pain a lot. So my friends had one last chance to see the extremely swollen me while we had a TV watching marathon last night, and then as I slept I must have deswollen somewhat because today I actually look better. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night was fun even though I didn't get to leave my house. I think I am going on 80+ hours of constant time at my house, other than my doctor visits. But the girls came over last night so we could watch Northshore and we had a fun time. Sandai cracked us up with her imitations of Zoolander and stressing different words in the same sentence. Instant fun! Later on, Gaind and Sandai and I had a nice talk and I laughed a lot about Sandy's theory on "couple drifting," shall I call it? So that cracked me up cause we all know it happens, but I won't go into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have quite a few things to look forward to. Thursday will be one week until South Padre!!! We are going to celebrate by going to Hula Hut, and possibly trying some more drinks afterwards. I just hope that I can chew more by then. July 4th is this weekend, and the 5th is Q's birthday. Aaron is also coming into town this weekend, so it looks like we will all have some fun. Yeah!! I am excited. Then of course, next Thursday we will be on "the island" as some people like to call it. Wow, I can't believe it is so soon. Anyway, I am in a much better mood today then I have the past few days and am actually looking forward to going to work tomorrow and getting off my ass. One more thing - as far as I know, we did not win the Usher contest. Tear. And for all you people who did not register enough times, I am mad at you! I could have been your guest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-108853374429485685?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/108853374429485685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=108853374429485685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108853374429485685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108853374429485685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/06/recovering.html' title='Recovering'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-108832177275680731</id><published>2004-06-27T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T02:36:12.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My wisdom is gone</title><content type='html'>Well guys, this is me without wisdom teeth. I am a little sad about it. What I am more sad about is that I am in EXTREME pain right now and cannot sleep. I took a pain pill about an hour ago and it is not making a difference. I think not being able to sleep because of pain is one of the worst things ever. I just don't understand why my tooth hurts so bad. They haven't been hurting that bad since they were removed, and if they have been at all - the medicine takes care of it. But today one tooth started hurting especially bad and the pain has just increased. I tried to go to sleep about three hours ago and haven't been successful. I have been playing pacman to amuse myself. I got up to show my brother my swollen cheek and receive pity, and his advice was for me to smoke a bowl. Well, I don't like to mix drugs so I am not going to do that. Plus, my sheet of wisdom that the doctor gave me says smoking can cause an infection. So there goes that solution. Really, I just want my damn tooth to stop hurting. This just sucks. Last night I was up not being able to sleep but that wasn't because of pain, it was just because I slept so much the day before. That wasn't that bad. Tonight, this is bad. I don't know what to do. I just wish I could go to sleep! Oh, maybe I could take some Ny-quil. Would that be bad? That would be mixing drugs, but not really bad drugs. I am going to go ask my brother what he thinks..... and hopefully be asleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thank you Q and Tam for your visits and remedies - Phish Food icecream from Q and the new Bobby Schneid CD from Tam. Yeah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-108832177275680731?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/108832177275680731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=108832177275680731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108832177275680731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108832177275680731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-wisdom-is-gone.html' title='My wisdom is gone'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-108814168525930045</id><published>2004-06-24T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T00:34:45.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi familia</title><content type='html'>My family is so odd. I swear, I could tell a million stories about them and still have more. I won't even get into my crazy parents right now, but my brothers are pretty interesting. My 26 year old brother William lives with me. We have grown past our initial hate/hate relationship that we had when we were first forced to live together again for the first time in about 8 years, and now have a love/hate relationship. But believe me, the hate is still there. Well, a few days ago my brother is on the phone and once he gets off he tells me that he was talking to some woman who he sold a car to and has recently been calling him. Apparently she came over to our house that same night, to "visit" him - whatever that entails. This woman is also married to a cop. My brother seems mildly concerned with the fact that she is married, but more concerned that he thinks it is possible that her husband could kill him. That is his main concern. I ask him about his girlfriend, and why he is talking to this other woman. He doesn't really answer and does something like say it's not his fault and she won't quit calling him. Hmm!! Anyway, today my house phone rings and while I go to answer it I have my brother shouting at me not to answer if it's his girlfriend, and my mom shouting at me not to answer if it's her boyfriend (how is this happening?)! Luckily, the call was for me (it was TAM!). So I ask my brother why he doesn't want to talk to his girlfriend, and he explains that he is upset because she was hanging out with some guy she used to go to school with who has been trying to find her for a while. So it's just some old friend from school. My brother, of course, doesn't like this. First, he doesn't have proof that they are anything more than friends. Second, if they were - he is doing the SAME FUCKING THING!! I ask him, "Aren't you kinda doing the same thing with that other woman?" He says yes. So I tell him, "Well, you're pretty much even then." He just agrees. I hate it when people are stupid like that. But, my words of wisdom are to no avail because he still won't answer her phone calls. Please! What is wrong with everyone in the world?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a much better relationship with my other brother, Dowin (although things are gradually getting better with William). Dowin is a little crazy, in his own way, though. He plans on moving to Australia when he has enough money to be with his girlfriend. (A psychic told him it would happen soon.) He met this girl when she was in Austin for about 3 weeks and they still keep in touch. He truly plans on leaving as soon as he can to be with her, and possibly never coming back. This does make me sad because I love him, but awwwwww - that's true love! I mean, he hasn't seen her for so long but he just keeps working so that they can eventually be together. How cute is that? Yes, this is me being sappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much else has happened that is all that interesting. Wanfu kept me occupied the past two days, and when I wasn't there I was pretty much with Tam. I love that we can do the same random stuff together and be fine with it. Like today, Tam wanted to drive. So we drove. Then I wanted a popsicle. She knew I would want to go to my favorite gas station and get one just cause that place makes me happy. So we burned quite a bit more gas just to go all the way out there. Then we just came back to my house. I think the best friends are the ones you can spend the whole day with and if someone were to ask you what you did, you might say nothing. Yet you weren't bored at all. Thanks Tam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I must sleep before my second wisdom teeth pulling. Wish me luck and that I will be heavily drugged up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-108814168525930045?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/108814168525930045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=108814168525930045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108814168525930045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108814168525930045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/06/mi-familia.html' title='Mi familia'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-108796529084177418</id><published>2004-06-22T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T23:40:16.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Padre mixes are fun</title><content type='html'>So, it has only been two days but I already feel like I have a lot to update here. Let's see... on Saturday night me and Q went to Mt. Bonnell because we were bored. No, we are not lesbians and we weren't even drinking, but we went anyway. So there we are, two girls amid couples and drunk and high teenagers, and as we are leaving cops are sitting at the bottom of the steps and they give us park curfew tickets for being there past 10 pm. What the fuck?? First of all, Mt. Bonnell is only there for people to go at night. If they don't want people going there in the dark (which is what it's MADE for) then they should close the place down! And the back of the ticket says park curfew is $210 so I am PISSED!! There is no way I can spare $200 of my hard earned wanfu money, especially since I have done quite a bit of shopping lately. So yeah, I am real mad about that. If anyone knows someone up there in the judicial system that can get me out of this please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night me and the girls decided to try a few more drinks that we are testing for Padre. We have a list of mixed drinks we want to try, so that we can make the best ones there. So last night we had a rousing trip to the grocery store where I think we gave people the impression that we had already been drinking (we seem to do that a lot... I'm not sure why). It's just that when all five of us go to normal places like the grocery store it seems like everyone stares at us and we always have awkward encounters, like with this one lady that kept giving us advice on what kind of products to buy and asking us what type of alcohol we were using in our drinks. That seemed a little odd to me. So we only ended up making pina coladas because we got too lazy to try the other one we were planning on. Somehow we always have problems experimenting with new drinks, and this time Tam's blender started smoking on us and smelling up her entire house. I ended up going to my house and getting a very similar blender (we have realized that all the TCers - me, Sandai, and Tam all have the same type of blender that looks like it's from the 80's - funny, huh?) which helped mix our drinks a little better. We somehow ended up with two batches when we were only trying to make one, but at least now we would be a little more prepared to make pina coladas if we wanted to in Padre. And then after that we all suddenly got the urge to play Balderdash, so we did that over at my house. That game just brings out the funniest parts of people, and the most laughter. We were all cracking up for about an hour... fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my last day without work and I spent it sleeping in. Tonight me, Sandai, Gaind, and Tam all got semi-dressed up for no reason and went to Shady Grove. It was very fun aside from the attacks from flys and birds that occured constantly the whole time we were there. But we did have a lot of fun brainstorming songs to put on our Padre mixes. We are going to have mixes&lt;br /&gt;for when we're resting (a mellow mix)&lt;br /&gt;for when we are rolling out (a pimping ghetto mix)&lt;br /&gt;for when we're pumped about going to South Padre (pump up mix) and&lt;br /&gt;for when we want to quench our thirsts (mainly has songs having to do with alcohol plus a few other creative exceptions)&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that sound like so much fun? We are planning on using them according to our mood when we drive down there (cause it's a freakin 7 hour drive) and then, of course, when we are in Padre. Whoohoo!! Only 16 more days! So since then I have been downloading songs and have so far finished the resting mix. I am so proud! My four little babies. One more comment about the evening - driving home Sandai played "You don't always have to fuck her hard" by Tenacious D, which I used to think wasn't such a great song but am now highly amused by it. The last time it came on I was in my dorm and I remember everyone thinking it was odd that I kept replayingn it over and over and singing every word at the top of my lungs. It made me happy that when I heard it today everyone else in the car also knew all the words and we all even yelled the same parts (Sally, Zanzabar, etc.). It just made me happy to be with people who can do the same funny shit without thinking twice about it, and love each other for it. Yeah! Anyway, my last request is if you have a REALLY REALLY GOOD song that you think should be on one of the mixes please leave a comment. But it better be really good, cause we already have pretty much enough to fill them all. Alright, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-108796529084177418?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/108796529084177418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=108796529084177418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108796529084177418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108796529084177418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/06/padre-mixes-are-fun_22.html' title='Padre mixes are fun'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-108766794363827751</id><published>2004-06-19T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T17:17:33.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Register for Usher NOW!</title><content type='html'>REGISTER NOW FOR THE MTV USHER SUMMER RENTAL CONTEST! Hurry while there is still time! Actually, you should only register if you are planning on taking me and my friends as some of your 10 guests. If you don't plan on doing that, you can just skip it. Anyway, now all you of you lazy people can't claim I didn't remind you cause I am reminding you now and if you didn't read this, then it's YOUR fault!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was a little more exciting than I planned on it being. I decided I wouldn't let feeling bad hold me back, so my friends and I actually went to a party. The night was filled with funny moments. Tam has already talked about some of these, but I still need to mention a few. We decided it was our job to tell EVERYONE at the party that there was a giant cockroach crawling above their heads, and then we started singing "La Cucaracha!" at the top of our lungs over and over again. Tam was also extremely sunburnt and almost didn't even come out with us because she thought she looked so bad. It was all ok really, but she did get a few comments at the party about it. We tried to cool her off by rubbing ice all over her arms. Then at Taco C we all laughed our heads off for about 20 minutes straight at Tam doing her cross eyed pump fake and Sandai capturing it on film with her camera. Hilarious! And luckily we left the party right on time, cause MIP's were handed out shorty after our departure. Today I have mainly been hot because the blistering Texas heat has seemed to descend on us suddenly with full force. I am now seeking shelter in my house and have no plans of leaving today! To amuse yourself, try to say "peggy babcock" 5 times fast. Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-108766794363827751?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/108766794363827751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=108766794363827751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108766794363827751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108766794363827751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/06/register-for-usher-now.html' title='Register for Usher NOW!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-108760129488738706</id><published>2004-06-18T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T18:31:08.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With teeth and sick</title><content type='html'>News break: I still have all four of my wisdom teeth in my mouth. I am so pissed about it! I'm wasn't looking forward to getting them pulled, but I was definitely ready to get it over with. But last night I felt a sore throat coming on, and this morning it was full fledged painful, but I forced myself to get out of bed 3 hours early to go visit my Dad in the hospital, and then go pick up my Mom to go to the doctor. But when I got there he looked at my throat (which apparently had puss bubbles on it - yum!) and decided it wouldn't be a good idea to do it today because the infection could spread and get a lot worse if they pulled my teeth. I was so mad! But then I came home and went to sleep for like three hours, and when I woke up I could tell that I had a slight fever, so I guess I am happy I haven't gotten my teeth pulled on top of how bad I already feel. So basically, this morning was just plain shity. AND I am also mad because I got off work this weekend because I knew I would feel all bad because of my teeth. So I don't work this weekend, won't make any money, and then I will have to get off AGAIN next weekend because that is when I am now planning to "go under the knife," as Tam would say. I now have the next four days off of work and am actually afraid I might get bored! So anyway, today was not very fun. At least I feel a little more awake now and I think Tam, Q, and Sandai are going to come over so we can watch some Sex in the City. Nothin like a dose of that great show to make you feel better!  Well, I will stop feeling sorry for myself and shut up about all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny story for you... last night I went out to eat and then watched a movie at Tam's, so I wasn't home most of the night. When I got home my Mom was asleep and my brother announces to me that she was DRUNK when he got home! My Mom, drunk by herself! When I left she was drinking a glass of wine, and apparently she drank a few more and was just plain drunk in the end. She was watching some movie, and said this morning she had no clue what had happened in it. That was just funny to me because my friends always talk about situations where it would be sad to drink (like alone) and that's what my Mom was doing! Oh gosh. And now I am going to continue laying peacefully on the sofa watching TV. That's my exciting evening, while SOME other people are going to strip clubs! Haha! Alright, well peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-108760129488738706?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/108760129488738706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=108760129488738706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108760129488738706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108760129488738706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/06/with-teeth-and-sick.html' title='With teeth and sick'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-108743557310476219</id><published>2004-06-16T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T22:26:12.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored at my Dad's</title><content type='html'>So I am at my Dad's house right now "babysitting." I write that "babysitting" because all the kid has been doing since my Dad left is sleeping. So really, I am doing nothing. I get to amuse myself here for several hours. Not that I hate my little brother. I planned on disliking him actually (long story), but how can you hate a baby? It's impossible. Of course, when they're screaming their little heads off you might think you never want to lay eyes on them again, but somehow you always manage to forgive them. So yeah, I will admit that he is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest people come into Wanfu. Today there were these two old women eating, and when I go over to greet them and ask they how they are doing, one responds warmly with "we are blessed." What? Excuse me? But unfortunately, working with the public ensures that you run into crazies at least once a day, so I just slap a smile on my face and go get their drinks. Later, I take them their food and as I return to bring them chopsticks I see them holding hands, and I nearly interrupt them beginning a prayer. As I walk off they are bending their heads and beginning to pray. Now, don't get me wrong. I don't have anything against Christians, and I am technically one myself. But these ladies were too much! They continued to be nice, but in an over the top way, the rest of the meal. It made me want to throw up. And of course, the cheap skates used a buy one get one free coupon and then tipped me with fucking quarters and nickels which equaled about $1.25. Are they trying to make people hate the Christian faith? Cause that's what it seemed like they were trying to do to me. Ugh! People make me so mad sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get to take my car into the shop tomorrow. It is leaking oil. And I ended up still having to go and buy oil today because my oil light keeps blinking at me randomly and I was afraid my car would either burn up or plain quit before I made it all the way out to the shop in Lakeway tomorrow. So I got to venture to Walmart and buy oil. Luckily, I coerced one of my coworkers, Josh, into coming with me and that made it much easier. Me alone getting car oil? I'm sorry, but a boy is practically required for any car work. Little did I know that I needed to know the TYPE of oil to put in my car. Hmmmm. So we tried to find my owner's manual (which I don't think I have ever seen), but that required opening my glove compartment which is broken. Everytime I forget and go to open it I have to struggle for about ten minutes before I can close it again, each time in fear that this time it will fall off all together. Anyway, I didn't feel quite as stupid with a companion asking the Walmart employees what type of oil I should get. And then he even put the oil in my car for me! Whoohoo!!! So anyway, my car will go into the shop tomorrow night and who knows when it will come out again, because my car has a tendency of developing bigger problems then anyone ever suspects. Luckily, I won't be driving anywhere the next day cause I'm getting my wisdom teeth pulled. DUM DUM DUM!!!! Yeah, I know, scary shit. But I can make it through... alive... hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, that's about all I've got. Go read Q's blog because she has joined us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-108743557310476219?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/108743557310476219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=108743557310476219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108743557310476219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108743557310476219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/06/bored-at-my-dads.html' title='Bored at my Dad&apos;s'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-108736960415466671</id><published>2004-06-16T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T15:31:01.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, Shmozies</title><content type='html'>Well, I just finished watching Miracle. It is such a great movie. I love those movies that make you want to just get out and go do what they were doing. In this case, that would be hockey. Yes, I really wanted to go play hockey. Or, watch cute boys play hockey. Sadly, I don't think any other hockey game could be quite that exciting, but I am still up for trying one out. I think I saw the Ice Bats play once YEARS ago, but I don't even really remember that. Obviously it didn't make as much of an impact on me as the movie! Speaking of movies, I have seen a few lately. Well, I'v seen some movies and a lot of Sex in the City. That show is just freakin awesome! (Contrary to all you haters beliefs out there....) So yes, I have been taking quite a few trips to Blockbuster lately, and they are mainly with Tam because her mom has the unlimited movie pass. We do put it to use. And we even recognize most of the boys in there. There's Steven Cottle, of course. There's "man who introduced us to the gold card advantages" and told us all the amazing things we could do with Tam's mom's previous card/plan thing, before she had the unlimited thing. There's "boy who tricked us and told us he would reserve us a copy of Magnolia and call us when it was in but DIDN'T," who we are still not very happy with. And.... well I guess those are the main ones. There's quite a few stupid highschool girls who are all in there now and it has upset me a lot. I want our boys back! But I'm pretty sure they just think we are all freaks cause Tam and I are in there so many times a week, usually looking pretty crappy, and making odd conversation with them. Oh well. It's all worth it since Steven erased our late fee (which I know I already mentioned, but it was just so monumental I thought I could bring it up just one more time). Anyway, enough of Blockbuster and the people we don't even really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Harry Potter in the theatre the yesterday. We waited until now to see it, not because we aren't huge fans, but because we felt we must have Q with us to see it and relive the Harry Potter Nine O'clock experience. In case you didn't hear, we all went to see the second Harry Potter and got there extremely early, before anyone else, and proceeded to welcome everyone who joined our line to the Harry Potter Nine O'clock family. Good times. But yeah, the movie was good and all, not as good as the book obviously, but still entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some other funny stuff going on..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I worked out for the first time today in about a month and it showed cause I only must have been doing actual work for about 20 minutes and then I quit that shit. Sandai was over there running all hard core and fast and I was doing some stupid elliptical machine and breakin a sweat! Then she forced me to do some leg muscle weight work out things (yes that is the technical name) and man, when I got up I thought I might just collapse! My legs were quivering and all!! I just know when I'm marching my ass around Wanfu tomorrow I'm gonna be feeling that stuff every step of the way. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, then tonight, we were watching Miracle as I already explained. Well, the best lines in that by far are "I play for the United States of America" and "You want me to play on one leg??!?" the latter of which was spoken by an angry injured hockey player. Damn, that was funny. The other great thing that happened during the movie was that Tam, who was sitting next to me, starts moving herself all aroud, swinging her cover around and all, and then I get a wiff of something rank! I sit there thinking to myself that Tam must have just farted a gross one, but I don't say anything cause even though we have all been friends forever, somehow we still don't even fart around each other! (There are some exceptions, but I won't name anyone.) Anyway, I let it pass but somehow later I actually mentioned it and Tam busts out saying that she smelt it too and thought it was me, but didn't want to say anything either! THEN Sandai says she thought she smelt it!! Wough. Crazy. So we went round and round and it turns out it must have been my beloved dog, Suzie. Don't dogs always get the blame. But no, that's all we can think cause even though we aren't that open about that kind of stuff someone still would have fessed up. And yeah, I just know Tam might kill me for talking about this on here, but I don't think it was you Tam! And I'v just been sitting here laughing to myself about how funny it was and had to share. The last funny thing of the evening was that Q dropped the F-Bomb about 50 times. Yup, she's got one mouth on her. Sandai has explained to us that the F-Bomb's are powerful and blow up. I just think they shouldn't be used in such excess. But then again, who am I to talk? I just like that we are bringing F-Bomb's back just like high fives. And now I think I have written a freakin book so I'm out. Gotta sleep before Wanfu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-108736960415466671?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/108736960415466671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=108736960415466671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108736960415466671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108736960415466671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/06/movies-shmozies.html' title='Movies, Shmozies'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7252949.post-108719222763611334</id><published>2004-06-14T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T00:50:27.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night computer adventures</title><content type='html'>So apparently we are all blogging now. Get with it if you aren't. Tam and Sandai and I figured this would be the sure fire way to make us all very cool. Go us! Gaind and Q, you guys will have to join us. So HURRY UP!! Naw, I don't care..... I just seem to have too much free time when I'm not at Wanfu in which I sit around and play on the computer and this seems like something entertaining to do - this and text twist. And if any of y'all haven't discovered the exciting world of text twist you must do so now. Go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://games.yahoo.com/games/downloads/tx.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's right, I'm advertising for text twist. That's how cool I am. And if you don't think you will enjoy it, try it ONCE and your mind will change. No question. Then you will be addicted like we have been and find yourself playing it at all hours of any given day. We have problems.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend was pretty funny. There are some especially funny memories that stand out in my mind that I must share.&lt;br /&gt;Steven Cottle (yup, from our elementary school!) erased mine and Tam's late fee at Blockbuster. We've got the HOOK UP!&lt;br /&gt;I told my brother to bring me back sausage from a BBQ he was going to (don't ask).&lt;br /&gt;We played a rousing game of never ever have I ever.&lt;br /&gt;We are bringing high fives back!!&lt;br /&gt;Four girls, myself included, tried to make trash can punch and realized it is not as easy as you might think. "It's not the spoon! It's not the spoon!" -Tam&lt;br /&gt;We gave some old friends some calls.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, that's all I can think of for now. Just didn't want to forget those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see..... anything else to tell? Oh - we are GOING TO SOUTH PADRE IN 25 DAYS!!! And yes we are counting down, cause it is going to be a blast. Look for us in 804 on July 8. And Q, you HAVE to come. I will personally come find your future boss and threaten them to let you off work. There is no way you're sitting this one out. Also, this weekend has made me want to move into my appartment SO BAD!! I can't wait until August. And all you UTers better be giving me a call when you are back in the ATX. I miss you all (especially my F buddies). And I bet I have written enough to hopefully entertain but probably bore you all. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7252949-108719222763611334?l=meechtx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/feeds/108719222763611334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7252949&amp;postID=108719222763611334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108719222763611334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7252949/posts/default/108719222763611334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meechtx.blogspot.com/2004/06/late-night-computer-adventures.html' title='Late night computer adventures'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12269080036198039104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
