<?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-6054175</id><updated>2012-02-11T07:39:14.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>insana sum</title><subtitle type='html'>Insana sum, literally translated from the extremely simple Latin, means "I am insane." SO I will just explain this as a sporadic account of my insane life. It's my first blog, and I will no doubt abandon it as I know virtually nill about making this sort of thing and have an attention span of about 5 seconds. Ah, well. I go by crystalite104, Jules, LPM, Io, and a whole lot of other things. Pleasure to meet you, too.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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>372</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6054175.post-113150751617928755</id><published>2005-11-08T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:43:02.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>um...  hello again</title><summary type='text'>Despite the fact that this blog is, for all intensive purposes, dead, I happen to know that this is its second birthday.  So.  Happy Birthday, Blog.  *pats it*Life-wise, I am rather enjoying my junior year.  I can drive.  To school.  It's shnazzy.  Anyone wishing to find out more is advised to visit my Xanga, where I will now post the details of my adventures in martial arts, so that more people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/113150751617928755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=113150751617928755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/113150751617928755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/113150751617928755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/11/um-hello-again.html' title='um...  hello again'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-112075522744305591</id><published>2005-07-07T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T09:53:47.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, um...  llamas.  And... potatoes?I'm hungry.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/112075522744305591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=112075522744305591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/112075522744305591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/112075522744305591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-um.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111941624916579905</id><published>2005-06-21T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:57:29.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slowing down</title><summary type='text'>Ah, Shoebox.It isn't a reunion -- and he feels bad Peter can't be here for it, really -- but Remus always imagines his friends are going to disappear over the summer, when James and Sirius vacation together and Remus is left inevitably behind to wonder at the laughter they're sharing. He insists he isn't jealous. It's envy. There's a difference. Even now, framed in his window, backlight by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111941624916579905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111941624916579905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111941624916579905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111941624916579905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/06/slowing-down.html' title='slowing down'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111845759048964000</id><published>2005-06-10T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:39:50.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drama...</title><summary type='text'>So I'm kind of... not happy with our principal right now.I'm kind of not happy with myself, either, for losing that paper.  I mean, I know it's just a paper, and I can even remember some of the things written on it.  Someone said "Shakespeare pride" and Kathryn (I know it was her) wrote an arrow pointing to it that said something like "ditto" and said "Thanks for introducing me to Shakespeare," </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111845759048964000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111845759048964000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111845759048964000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111845759048964000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/06/drama.html' title='drama...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111819251662995431</id><published>2005-06-07T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T18:01:56.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aestas advenit...</title><summary type='text'>Hello darlings.  It's been a while, I know.  Xanga is sadly enough becoming my pet.  I'm sorry, Blogger, I love you too.  *hugs blog*So.  I have been researching ways to drag Zen out to California.  Which I will, dammit.  Did you know it takes fewer AmEx reward points to fly on Continental than on Frontier, yet the regular airfaires on Frontier are cheaper?  Did you know it's more expensive to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111819251662995431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111819251662995431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111819251662995431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111819251662995431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/06/aestas-advenit.html' title='aestas advenit...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111664586306739117</id><published>2005-05-20T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T20:24:23.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanna see it.I just saw Star Wars.  Aren't you proud of me?Oh yeah, and I have an inked dragon on my hand.  Shnazzy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111664586306739117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111664586306739117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111664586306739117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111664586306739117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-wanna-see-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111610402647542400</id><published>2005-05-14T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T13:53:46.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, I didn't know Billy had a song on the American Pie soundtrack...  Then again, I've never watched American Pie.Summersummersummer.  It's here and it's not quite June yet... and we have only a month of school left.  o.o  Juniors...Mm.  My dad is bugging me to work on something so I can get my grades up.  *cough*  So maybe I'll do that then. I've got Latin tomorrow......but maybe I'll work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111610402647542400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111610402647542400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111610402647542400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111610402647542400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/05/hey-i-didnt-know-billy-had-song-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111577561591444565</id><published>2005-05-10T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T18:40:15.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yup.  Everyone in the line but me.  I feel so unloved.  *grin*Very little hwk today.  Naps are good.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111577561591444565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111577561591444565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111577561591444565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111577561591444565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/05/yup.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111559840736255491</id><published>2005-05-08T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T18:02:55.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another survey.  woot.</title><summary type='text'>Basics: * What time is it? 5:47 pm1. Name: Julia, Jules, Io, sibilak, and...2. Age: 16Okay now that that’s over with….3. What’s your biggest ambition in life? to play Lady Macbeth professionally4. What do you see as your biggest flaw? I procrastinate.  Yay.5. How many people do you consider true friends? a few6. Do you truly ‘hate’ someone? no.7.What’s your biggest pet peeve? *shrug* My dog </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111559840736255491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111559840736255491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111559840736255491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111559840736255491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-survey-woot.html' title='another survey.  woot.'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111493316447860879</id><published>2005-05-01T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T00:39:24.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello darlings</title><summary type='text'>Bit sleepy.  I should be studying or sleeping right now.  God.  Studying.  Why why why why...  why what?  Why am I in this class?  Because it's fascinating.  Why am I taking this test?  Becuase it gives me college credit and it would be stupid to take the class and not the test.  Why am I in drama?  Because I want to act.  Why am I in a play at the same time as the AP test?  Because I want to act</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111493316447860879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111493316447860879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111493316447860879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111493316447860879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello-darlings.html' title='hello darlings'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111371334655843228</id><published>2005-04-16T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:00:05.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, i'm tired now</title><summary type='text'>I &lt;3 NY.  I swear I didn't want to leave.  Thus, an addition to my list of things to do before I die:1.  play Lady Macbeth professionally2.  publish a novel3.  go to London (and smash into the barrier between platform 9 &amp; 10 @ King's Cross Station)4.  remake the HP movies5.  live in NYCNot in that order.  In fact, NYC prbly first or second in importance (tied w/ Lady M).Anyway.  Lots of stuff.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111371334655843228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111371334655843228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111371334655843228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111371334655843228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-im-tired-now.html' title='ok, i&apos;m tired now'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111324952781475608</id><published>2005-04-11T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T12:58:47.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MOM'S SONY VAIO IS SEXY!!!...yeah...So.  The wireless network wasn't working, so I got my dad to help me fix it.  But my internet still failed to work.  So I'm using Mumsie's laptop to check the weather in NYC.  Which looks a bit chilly--it'll be in the 50's the whole time we're there.Anyway.  I have to pack.  And stuff.*wanders off humming "New York" by U2*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111324952781475608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111324952781475608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111324952781475608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111324952781475608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/04/moms-sony-vaio-is-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111311502780190437</id><published>2005-04-09T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:37:07.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }		Weird, originally uploaded by ccl1466acc.					...indeed...Just babysat for Julia and her sister.  Am tired, but now have lots of cash to blow in NYC.  Anyone want souveniers?  *grin*I think I'll go to bed soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111311502780190437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111311502780190437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111311502780190437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111311502780190437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/04/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111300906601609514</id><published>2005-04-08T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T18:11:06.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*smirk*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111300906601609514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111300906601609514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111300906601609514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111300906601609514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/04/smirk.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111300432165099656</id><published>2005-04-08T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T16:52:01.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>start spreading the news...</title><summary type='text'>spring break.spring break.SPRING BREAK!*grin*  I'm tired and I'm ready for a nap.  But I'm excited.  New York makes me happy.  I mean, in reality, I s'pose it's no big deal.  It's just big, dirty city.  With a baseball team I hate.  And it's not as though I haven't been there before.  But still.  It's New York....no, I'm not listening to "New York" by U2 on repeat.  What makes you think that?And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111300432165099656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111300432165099656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111300432165099656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111300432165099656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/04/start-spreading-news.html' title='start spreading the news...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111292037639759562</id><published>2005-04-07T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T17:32:56.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>headshot</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }		headshot, originally uploaded by iulus.					Me.  Shyeah.  It's the headshot for drama.Ickle just dug his back claws into my arm.  Ow.Anyway.  I have a rehearsal to get to in a half hour, so I guess I should be going now.  Or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111292037639759562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111292037639759562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111292037639759562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111292037639759562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/04/headshot.html' title='headshot'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111276900249148104</id><published>2005-04-05T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T23:30:02.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>burn out</title><summary type='text'>wake up in the clothes you wore yesterdayfeel like a coward and a failuretoo late to fight back the tearstoo late to try againdisheveled looks mirror disheveled thoughtsyou’ve forgotten how to trybut remember how to berate yourselfto say “i could’ve done better”while all the while you scream you can’twant to disappearwant to go awaycrawl into your little cave until it’s overand you can breathe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111276900249148104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111276900249148104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111276900249148104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111276900249148104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/04/burn-out.html' title='burn out'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111257617113518080</id><published>2005-04-03T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:56:11.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Opening Day already?  Christ...So.  CJCL convention.  Interesting.  I got nothing for mythology.  Must be regressing.  Rode Silver Bullet at Knott's.  It is the god of roller coasters.  Bus ride home entirely unenjoyable.Nick's xanga is really starting to piss me off.  Poor, misunderstood Nick, how long must you suffer with the ignorant and unitelligent masses you so despise?  *shakes head*  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111257617113518080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111257617113518080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111257617113518080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111257617113518080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/04/opening-day-already-christ.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111200053533217056</id><published>2005-03-28T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T01:02:15.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel almost like I'm being watched...  *shake head*  Whatever.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111200053533217056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111200053533217056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111200053533217056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111200053533217056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-feel-almost-like-im-being-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111189895345884760</id><published>2005-03-26T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T20:49:26.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello all.  And how are you today?So anyway.  Mom &amp; John in Joshua Tree.  Dad &amp; I have amused ourselves on our own.  Have you ever seen This Is Spinal Tap?  Very very odd mocumentary.  Kraftwerk also most strange.  Hadn't heard "Trans Europe Express" in ages.Need to call the martial arts ppl and the DMV.  And Grammy.  I s'pose if I keep telling myself that I'll do it eventually.  *shakes head*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111189895345884760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111189895345884760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111189895345884760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111189895345884760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111171013569920915</id><published>2005-03-24T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T16:22:15.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*cough*</title><summary type='text'>THIS is why it is important to keep break-ups friendly....darn, though.  Micah and Helen broke up?  I'm sad...So anyway.  Good to see Finding Neverland again.  Even though I left early for what turned out to be no reason.Mmm.  Should study.  Have heard the AP Euro quiz is tough.  And stuff....oh joy.  Rhyming.AND I'm now in the Line.  Let us all thank Nathan for dropping out and freeing up a spot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111171013569920915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111171013569920915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111171013569920915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111171013569920915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/03/cough.html' title='*cough*'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111155172661645410</id><published>2005-03-22T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T20:22:06.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am... disturbed... at the moment.There was this girl they interviewed on the news and she said something like, "I could hear my friend screaming in the next classroom.  And then there was a shot, and the screaming stopped.  And I knew she was dead."  And I can't help thinking...  what if it were here, and it was my friend in the next classroom?  And it really, really scares me....And don't even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111155172661645410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111155172661645410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111155172661645410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111155172661645410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111121622372574846</id><published>2005-03-18T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T23:10:23.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired now.Parents in desperate need of vacation; I s'pose I should be glad we're heading to Joshua Tree yet again for Easter (though I myself find it rather inconvenient as it's not a long weekend).Read Edgar Allen Poe at BN with Stephanie today.  Am told I had way too much fun with the Tell-Tale Heart.  (What, me?  Scare the rest of the patrons out of the store?  Never... ) Afterwards we had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111121622372574846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111121622372574846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111121622372574846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111121622372574846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-tired-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111078222227670887</id><published>2005-03-13T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:37:02.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hm.  Must be Ides of March syndrome.  Bad things happen as you approach the 15th (and homework doesn't get done, but it doesn't anyway).  Woopdeedoo.  All's I know is he's not okay.  Almost makes me wish I was his girlfriend again; it's harder for an ex to find out what's going on.  I'll track him down during zero tomorrow.Now back to your regularly scheduled homework.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111078222227670887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111078222227670887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111078222227670887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111078222227670887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/03/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111060865057588297</id><published>2005-03-11T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T22:24:10.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you know, I'm actually kind of proud of the song I wrote for guitar?  Billy put it on a nice little CD for me...  Maybe I'll let  you lot listen to it lol.  Maybe.Soooooo...  Barely managed to get the check for the AP Euro test in on time.  Procrastination and last minute calls.  wOOt.  (not)I'm glad I went to Cassie's little farewell dinner.  I'm not all that close to her, and she can get on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111060865057588297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111060865057588297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111060865057588297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111060865057588297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/03/do-you-know-im-actually-kind-of-proud.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111050722924309774</id><published>2005-03-10T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:13:49.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still here.  Probably should've walked home.  Or stayed at BN.  Ah well.I still don't understand why there is a ping pong table in here.  I s'pose b/c there's no room in our garage.Mm.  I'm ready for spring break now, lol.Why are they talking about hail?  *shakes head*  I'm going to go find something else to do...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111050722924309774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111050722924309774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111050722924309774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111050722924309774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/03/still-here.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111050377183897729</id><published>2005-03-10T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T17:16:11.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello peeps</title><summary type='text'>And stuff.  It's hot today.  And I walked.  Instead of going to rehearsal like I thought I would.  And Kelsie got a paper hat.  Yeah.And I lent Stephanie my camera.  If it is damaged in any way, shape, or form my wrath will be unmatched by any... angry person... in the nation.  Yes.  And I will have my revenge.  And it will not be pretty.  Really...So I'm at my parents' office now on Ross' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111050377183897729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111050377183897729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111050377183897729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111050377183897729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello-peeps.html' title='hello peeps'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111026321035217452</id><published>2005-03-07T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:26:50.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*cackles*</title><summary type='text'>Well.  I've just made plans for MY Spring Break.  Tickets are more expensive on Broadway than in LA, but it's Broadway after all...Anyway.  Guess who's playing Brutus in Julius Caeasar?...Denzel bloody Washington.I &lt;3 you, NYTimes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111026321035217452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111026321035217452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111026321035217452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111026321035217452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/03/cackles_111026321035217452.html' title='*cackles*'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110730924143784058</id><published>2005-03-06T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:22:35.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 RANDOM THINGS ABOUT ME1. I should be doing my homework right now. 2. My cat is sitting on my left arm, making it rather difficult to type.3. I have a butterfly-shaped birthmark on my thigh.4. I used to eat raw onions when I was a kid.5. I enjoy shooting things in those "win a free something" ads.6. I like key-lime pie.7. A plant once grew out of my sink.8. I caused my brother to get three </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110730924143784058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110730924143784058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110730924143784058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110730924143784058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/03/10-random-things-about-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-111015635385347223</id><published>2005-03-06T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:11:15.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see</title><summary type='text'>Wow.  Drama drama drama drama drama.  Quite tiring.  And stressful.  But fun.  Until people get mad at you.  Hopefully I'll patch that over with Kathryn.  That was stupid, on my part.  Other than that little hitch, the week went something like this:Monday:  Tech rehearsal for variety show.  3:30-9.  Tiiiiiired.Tuesday:  Opening night.  Disaster.Wednesday:  Good show.  Got backrub from Josh.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/111015635385347223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=111015635385347223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111015635385347223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/111015635385347223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/03/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time no see'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110939830177892659</id><published>2005-02-25T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T22:11:41.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am so fucking tired right now.ms. k is mad at us.i can't type from this position.*dies*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110939830177892659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110939830177892659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110939830177892659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110939830177892659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-am-so-fucking-tired-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110911082814826191</id><published>2005-02-22T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T14:20:28.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like to remember everything... As it was. Because moments by themselves aren't enough; they're just -- they're like photographs. They move a little, they wave, but they aren't everything. You can look back on a moment and say 'In that moment I was happy' or, more often than not, 'In that moment I was uncomfortable' or 'In that moment I was sad' or 'In that moment we were all berks' but you can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110911082814826191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110911082814826191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110911082814826191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110911082814826191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-like-to-remember-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110905425358788805</id><published>2005-02-21T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:37:33.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired, chewing the inside of my mouth raw, and pissed off at a Perfect Circle because they tied their viedo for "Passive" in with a movie instead of making their own which REALLY SUCKS because it is a DAMN GOOD SONG.Incidentally, the reason A Perfect Circle sounds like Tool is because they have the same vocalist.  Maynard James Keenan.Also just got myself the original soundtrack to The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110905425358788805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110905425358788805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110905425358788805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110905425358788805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-tired-chewing-inside-of-my-mouth.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110862519550562410</id><published>2005-02-16T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T23:26:35.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tough, you think you’ve got the stuff You’re telling me and anyone You’re hard enough  You don’t have to put up a fight You don’t have to always be right Let me take some of the punches For you tonight  Listen to me now I need to let you know You don’t have to go it alone  And it’s you when I look in the mirror And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone Sometimes you can’t make it on your own  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110862519550562410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110862519550562410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110862519550562410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110862519550562410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/02/tough-you-think-youve-got-stuff-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110837197103809819</id><published>2005-02-14T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T01:06:11.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Valentine's Days</title><summary type='text'>...and it looks like I'm single again.  I'm sorry, even though I know it's not okay like you said it was.  Even though you'll never read this.  I still don't know if I did the right thing.  But hopefully I'll figure that out for myself sometime soon.No, I don't know why I'm up this late.  I should be asleep.  I feel slightly weak and light-headed.The exhibit at the Getty was awesome.  In fact, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110837197103809819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110837197103809819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110837197103809819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110837197103809819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/02/17-valentines-days.html' title='17 Valentine&apos;s Days'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110818658782027697</id><published>2005-02-11T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T21:36:27.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm... tired.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110818658782027697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110818658782027697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110818658782027697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110818658782027697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/02/im.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110801365055871861</id><published>2005-02-09T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T21:34:10.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*smirk*  "Care for a massage?"Been having odd dreams lately.  In the one last night I was on the balconey with Ickle, and just as I'm telling someone down there how safe it is, he falls off.  I freak, and yell something to the effect of "Shut up, bitch," to the person behind me (don't remember who) who's laughing.  Ickle apparently has broken back, and everyone is carrying him around.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110801365055871861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110801365055871861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110801365055871861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110801365055871861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/02/smirk-care-for-massage-been-having-odd.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110759032588694791</id><published>2005-02-04T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T23:58:45.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ouch.I guess I'll go to sleep soon.I'm taking body-shaping for PE now but Dad wants to play tennis with me tomorrow.  So I guess I'll do that.Rehearsals for the variety show going alright, although I'm still not entirely sure what's going on.  I like a lot of the Advanced people.  Michael wore a shirt today that said "YOUR POWERS ARE USELESS.  THE CLOWNS ARE ON MY SIDE."  And he told me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110759032588694791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110759032588694791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110759032588694791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110759032588694791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/02/ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110740899934374824</id><published>2005-02-02T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T21:36:39.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m tired from exploring youI’m sorry, you’ve had some scary daysI’m lucky they had me on a leashExposing, sometimes you frighten meAnd it’s too bad you’re so sadI wish you could have had what I hadI’m loathing most of your historyHesitation, but then you siphon meYeah, your potential, well I’ll indulge in thatViolent timing explains the aftermathAnd it’s too bad you’re so sadI wish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110740899934374824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110740899934374824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110740899934374824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110740899934374824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-tired-from-exploring-you-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110730552965313264</id><published>2005-02-01T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T16:52:09.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is what John does in his spare time.So.  Blind man's buff is fun.  Watch me run into walls.  *slam*And... stuff.  Yeah.  I really don't have anything else to say right now.  Toodles.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110730552965313264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110730552965313264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110730552965313264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110730552965313264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-what-john-does-in-his-spare.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110724151913359623</id><published>2005-01-31T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T23:37:49.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you know that I now have math, English, and chem all due on the same day?  On a 2-4-6 day at that?This does not make me happy.Nor does the fact that I have no idea what's going on in the Variety Show, having only just arrived in Drama Advanced.Nor does the lack of headway I made in the discussion I attempted having with Nick today.Nor does my right calf muscle, which I somehow managed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110724151913359623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110724151913359623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110724151913359623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110724151913359623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/01/did-you-know-that-i-now-have-math.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110721918638171701</id><published>2005-01-31T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T16:53:06.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apparently Scriptor's not the only evil TA.Second semester.  Woohoo.  Or something.  Rehearsals for the Variety Show start tomorrow and I have no idea what's going on.  Marissa better fill me in.Right.  Homework.  Or something.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110721918638171701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110721918638171701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110721918638171701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110721918638171701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/01/apparently-scriptors-not-only-evil-ta.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110711382476911743</id><published>2005-01-30T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T11:37:04.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have burned bridges across oceansand let fire become truthair around baskets of eggsthick that it isthick that it isgood friends we wereand grudges far too longwhen ignorance reigns over thisso hard to let brightness inforward time swellsand anger into ambilvilenceyet this hunger for love never diesbut we can't go backtruth is only in my mind like it is in yourstruth isn't on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110711382476911743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110711382476911743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110711382476911743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110711382476911743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-have-burned-bridges-across-oceans.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110695093990147230</id><published>2005-01-28T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T14:22:38.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm cold.  And still at the office.  I don't even know if Mom &amp; Dad are still here.  Isn't that sad?  I guess they must be.  I just can't hear them.  Ah.  There's the Mumsie.  I want to go home now...Listening to a live stream of 94.9 is fun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110695093990147230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110695093990147230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110695093990147230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110695093990147230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110694554740157598</id><published>2005-01-28T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T12:52:27.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'allo</title><summary type='text'>Yeshish.  Birthday sleepover.  CPK:  good.  Candles:  good.  Sleep:  good.  Walking before dawn:  good.  Too much sugar in tea:  bad.And stuff.The down arrow on this computer has mysteriously disappeared without a trace.  Interesting.I'm at my parents' office right now.  Chdecked grades and I think I scraped A-'s in all the classes where I was on the edge, although they don't all have the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110694554740157598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110694554740157598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110694554740157598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110694554740157598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/01/allo.html' title='&apos;allo'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110644916580640775</id><published>2005-01-22T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T18:59:35.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember how I said I was a fool?...I was right.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110644916580640775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110644916580640775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110644916580640775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110644916580640775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/01/remember-how-i-said-i-was-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110627260009098496</id><published>2005-01-20T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T17:56:40.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Explain this, Mr. President.  Is this how we protect freedom?  Is this how we make America safer?  Because I don't think so.Why are that child's parents dead, Mr. President?  Can you tell her that?  Can you tell her that the soldiers that killed her parents in front of her eyes were there to keep the world safe?You're a murderer, Mr. President.Please get out of my White House.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110627260009098496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110627260009098496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110627260009098496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110627260009098496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/01/explain-this-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110602034493939501</id><published>2005-01-17T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T19:53:04.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is so going on my wall.On the other hand, I'm a damn fool.  And a number of other things, I suppose.  But mostly a fool.  Eh.  A fool I shall remain, it seems.  "A fool, but an honest fool he remains."  Heh.  I wonder if I even have a claim to that.  Eh, well.  I do in the current area of my foolishness, at any rate.  Homework!  Yes!  That's it, Julia!  Can't let yourself get distracted, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110602034493939501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110602034493939501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110602034493939501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110602034493939501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-so-going-on-my-wall.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110585783136644812</id><published>2005-01-15T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T22:54:17.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Terror isn't just worrying about a plane hitting a skyscraper…terrorism is being caught in traffic and hearing the crack of an AK-47 a few meters away because the National Guard want to let an American humvee or Iraqi official through. Terror is watching your house being raided and knowing that the silliest thing might get you dragged away to Abu Ghraib where soldiers can torture, beat and kill. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110585783136644812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110585783136644812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110585783136644812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110585783136644812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/01/terror-isnt-just-worrying-about-plane.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110582144653366081</id><published>2005-01-15T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T14:19:20.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's 16, everyone</title><summary type='text'>...and she doesn't feel a damn bit different.  Except for perhaps the knowledge that she could call up the DMV and schedule a driver's test so she could get her liscence....She doesn't know why she's speaking in third person, either.Anyway.  Birthday was Wednesday and quite uneventful.  I'm waiting until after finals to actually do something party-related.  John gave me American Idiot, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110582144653366081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110582144653366081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110582144653366081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110582144653366081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/01/shes-16-everyone.html' title='she&apos;s 16, everyone'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110535261364421633</id><published>2005-01-10T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T02:23:33.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I'm not quite mistaken, I just heard thunder....Wasn't it just not raining?And no, I'm not up at 2:22 in the morning on a school night.  Nope.  Not me....sheep...?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110535261364421633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110535261364421633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110535261364421633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110535261364421633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/01/if-im-not-quite-mistaken-i-just-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110531887552453589</id><published>2005-01-09T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T17:01:15.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's wet</title><summary type='text'>Yeah.  I was driving home and the rain was coming down so hard that I couldn't hear the music.  Never mind the fact that I could barely see the road.Mm.  I should be doing homework now.  I've been reading so much fanfiction of late that it's felt like summer vacation.  As if I need more reasons to procrastinate.  Right then...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110531887552453589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110531887552453589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110531887552453589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110531887552453589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-wet.html' title='it&apos;s wet'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110524318376734458</id><published>2005-01-08T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T19:59:43.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }		misty morning, originally uploaded by iulus.					My nails are blue.  I'm tired.  wOOt.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110524318376734458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110524318376734458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110524318376734458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110524318376734458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/01/photo-sharing.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110499980255433092</id><published>2005-01-06T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T00:23:22.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to trip inside your headSpend the day there...To hear the things you haven't saidAnd see what you might seeI want to hear you when you callDo you feel anything at all?I want to see your thoughts take shapeAnd walk right outFreedom has a scentLike the top of a new born baby's headThe songs are in your eyesI see them when you smileI've had enough I'm not giving upOn a miracle</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110499980255433092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110499980255433092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110499980255433092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110499980255433092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-want-to-trip-inside-your-head-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110430180102343884</id><published>2005-01-04T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T17:55:36.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>late new year's post</title><summary type='text'>1. What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?¡¿ got a boyfriend *listens for gasps from old acquaintences*¡¿ tried boba and mochi¡¿ went up for auction in rent-a-roman at scram¡¿ drove a car2. Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year? ¡¿ don't think so, but my new resolutions are to get over orlando bloom, not procrastinate (there goes that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110430180102343884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110430180102343884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110430180102343884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110430180102343884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/01/late-new-years-post.html' title='late new year&apos;s post'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110482740957294043</id><published>2005-01-04T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T00:30:09.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is far too late for me to be awake.  And it's raining....wOOt.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110482740957294043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110482740957294043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110482740957294043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110482740957294043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2005/01/it-is-far-too-late-for-me-to-be-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110411331381213012</id><published>2004-12-26T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T18:08:33.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so once again  My dear Johnny my dear friend  And so once again you are fightin' us all  And when I ask you why  You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall  Oh, my friend  How did you come  To trade the fiddle for the drum    You say I have turned  Like the enemies you've earned  But I can remember  All the good things you are  And so I ask you please  Can I help you find the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110411331381213012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110411331381213012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110411331381213012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110411331381213012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/12/and-so-once-again-my-dear-johnny-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110366437672090798</id><published>2004-12-21T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T13:26:16.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You scored as Buddhist.  Buddhist80%Anarchist65%Jewish50%Christian50%Cult45%Catholic15%Religioncreated with QuizFarm.comGo figure...So.  Christmas break.  As John would say, wOOt.  I'm having fun sleeping in.  I really need to finish my Christmas shopping.reee4rrrr...Ickle just walked across my keyboard.  Stupid cat.Anyhoos.  Yeah.  Really don't have anything to say.  I should work on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110366437672090798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110366437672090798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110366437672090798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110366437672090798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-scored-as-buddhist.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110316332127489799</id><published>2004-12-15T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T18:15:21.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>^_^</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever done well on a test you were absolutely positive you failed?It's a really good feeling.Anyway.  No more about that.  Aunt Kat's on her way here.  I think.  Unless she's just staying at the hotel tonight and not coming to dinner--Dad said she's really tired.There is a stain on my jeans which didn't come out in the wash.  Bah.Today has been an up &amp; down sort of day.  Small ups</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110316332127489799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110316332127489799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110316332127489799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110316332127489799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title='^_^'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110298891453228450</id><published>2004-12-13T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T17:48:34.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just to annoy scriptor</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }		looking up, originally uploaded by iulus.					IT'S THE ICKLIEKINS!!!!!  *grin*  I love my cats.  Ickle is especially photogenic, methinks.  Have fun twitching, Scriptor.Anyhoos...  I'm hungry.  Yesh.  And I should be doing some</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110298891453228450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110298891453228450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110298891453228450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110298891453228450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/12/just-to-annoy-scriptor.html' title='just to annoy scriptor'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110290406953089893</id><published>2004-12-12T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T18:14:29.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dickens listened to rock concerts</title><summary type='text'>GHOST2:  Dude, Merry Christmas.SCROOGE:  Please don't tell me you're the next ghost.GHOST2:  I'm the Spirit of Christmas Present, dude.SCROOGE:  Noooo....I'm listening to the webcast of KROQ's Almost Accoustic Christmas--the Used is  playing now.  Wish I'd gone; they've got a really good line-up, but INCUBUS is the only one I really like.  *grin*Right.  Scrooge must be redeemed by 6:30.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110290406953089893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110290406953089893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110290406953089893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110290406953089893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/12/dickens-listened-to-rock-concerts.html' title='dickens listened to rock concerts'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110266448817751167</id><published>2004-12-09T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T23:41:28.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looking back is strange.  Strange and ironic.  It's like a history lesson.  It was a combination of factors building up for at least a hundred years that led to the English Civil War.  I always find it funny when you can see a similar chain of events in your own past, and know that you didn't realize it then.I'm cold.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110266448817751167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110266448817751167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110266448817751167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110266448817751167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/12/looking-back-is-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110258405542648808</id><published>2004-12-09T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T01:20:55.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am.such.a frucking idiot.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110258405542648808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110258405542648808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110258405542648808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110258405542648808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110230989440057717</id><published>2004-12-07T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T17:33:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>really long survey</title><summary type='text'>name:x:: Juliaage:x:: 15sign:x:: capricorn:x:lasts:x:movie watched:x:: National Treasurebook read:x:: Hamlettime you cried:x:: er... some time in Octobertime you brushed your hair:x:: this morningtime you felt loved:x:: *shrug*word said out loud:x:: might've been "Thanks"time you were sick:x:: week before Thanksgivingemail you wrote:x:: to Nick, Friday nightmagazine you read:x:: no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110230989440057717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110230989440057717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110230989440057717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110230989440057717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/12/really-long-survey.html' title='really long survey'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110246486631849288</id><published>2004-12-07T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T16:14:26.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleighbells ring</title><summary type='text'>I love Christmas cards.  All those relatives you don't really give a damn about that feel guilty once a year so they send you a little note saying keep in touch, knowing that they won't hear from you again untili next Christmas.  Quite pointless, really.  Then of course there're the old family friends...  The ones you (or your parents, at least) actually want to hear from, but are to lazy to call</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110246486631849288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110246486631849288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110246486631849288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110246486631849288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/12/sleighbells-ring.html' title='sleighbells ring'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110239623827125750</id><published>2004-12-06T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T21:10:38.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You fell down of courseand then you got up of courseand you started overforgot my name of coursethen you started to rememberpretty tough to think aboutthe beginning of decemberpretty tough to think aboutYoure looking down againand then you look me overwere laying down againon a blanket in the cloverthe same boy youve always knownwell I guess I havent grownthe same boy youve always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110239623827125750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110239623827125750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110239623827125750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110239623827125750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-fell-down-of-course-and-then-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110214758316291325</id><published>2004-12-04T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T00:06:23.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flickr</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }		jewel, originally uploaded by counsellor.					Riiiiight...  Couldn't upload MY photos so I'm showing you somebody else's.I'm cold.I need to work.  And sleep.  Wonder which one I'll pick...?Night, all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110214758316291325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110214758316291325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110214758316291325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110214758316291325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/12/flickr.html' title='flickr'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110144881118837541</id><published>2004-11-25T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T22:00:11.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hamlet:Okay... you WHINE.  I mean, you just never shut up.Angst is obviously your strong point, yo.Which Dead Hamlet Character Are You? brought to you by QuizillaNow go eat your turkey.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110144881118837541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110144881118837541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110144881118837541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110144881118837541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/11/hamlet-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110124209000199160</id><published>2004-11-23T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T12:34:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the week off</title><summary type='text'>Been pretty lazy, lately.  Mom can't drive because she had surgery on her collar bone a week ago (they put another plate in), so I can't go anywhere unless Dad's here.  Mom and I have been planning Thanksgiving dinner and watching West Wing, to which I've quickly become an addict.  I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that we have the whole ffirst season on DVD.SCRAM was on Saturday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110124209000199160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110124209000199160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110124209000199160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110124209000199160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/11/week-off.html' title='the week off'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110039526857759089</id><published>2004-11-13T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T17:21:08.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mom:  I can't find my white bra.Dad:  What does it look like?*shakes head*Their anniversary is tomorrow.  17th.  And what have I gotten them?...That's right.  You guessed it.  Absolutely nothing.*sigh*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110039526857759089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110039526857759089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110039526857759089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110039526857759089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/11/mom-i-cant-find-my-white-bra.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110032303810396570</id><published>2004-11-12T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T21:17:18.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember My Suicide Diary?</title><summary type='text'>It's back....I'm just going to keep thinking it was real.  It certainly was to me when I was reading it.  *nod*I'm really going now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110032303810396570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110032303810396570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110032303810396570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110032303810396570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/11/remember-my-suicide-diary.html' title='Remember &lt;i&gt;My Suicide Diary?&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-110031904376039012</id><published>2004-11-12T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T20:19:40.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window Go back to sleep Lay your head down child I won't let the boogeyman come Counting bodies like sheep To the rhythm of the war drums Pay no mind to the rabble Pay no mind to the rabble  Head down, go to sleep To the rhythm of the war drums  Pay no mind what other voices say They don't care about you, like I do, like I do Safe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/110031904376039012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=110031904376039012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110031904376039012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/110031904376039012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/11/dont-fret-precious-im-here-step-away.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109997309602633623</id><published>2004-11-08T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T20:04:56.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry too.  Unfortunately, I think this is one of those times where sorry just doesn't cut it.  Who wants to help me send in a group photo?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109997309602633623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109997309602633623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109997309602633623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109997309602633623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-sorry-too.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109995956672372053</id><published>2004-11-08T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T16:19:26.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*clears throat*</title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday to youHappy birthday to youHappy biiiiirthday dear bloooooog,Happy Birthday to you!*proffers cake*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109995956672372053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109995956672372053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109995956672372053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109995956672372053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/11/clears-throat.html' title='*clears throat*'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109995939804198931</id><published>2004-11-08T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T16:16:38.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*smirk*</title><summary type='text'>I am now in the possession of some potentially very humiliating or amusing photographs.  Depending on your point of view.  They will be scanned and posted on my Flickr account over the long weekend.  Which means I can blog them.  *grins evilly*Fear me.Riiiight.  Homework is in order.  We've got a lucky break, having the theses due Monday.  I should make good use of the extra time, no?...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109995939804198931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109995939804198931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109995939804198931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109995939804198931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/11/smirk.html' title='*smirk*'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109985810311708344</id><published>2004-11-07T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T12:08:23.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh!  Tomorrow my blog turns one year old!  Yay!  *hugs blog*That'll be all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109985810311708344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109985810311708344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109985810311708344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109985810311708344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-tomorrow-my-blog-turns-one-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109985800678988680</id><published>2004-11-07T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T12:06:46.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little late...</title><summary type='text'>...but I must ask:  why, God, why?  Why was Bush re-elected?  Why have Americans brought the Apocolypse on themselves?  GAAAAAH.*cries*  We're all going to die....No, we're not.  But we'd be better off dead.Called home from Latin this morning.  John thought I was at Nick's, since he wasn't awake when I got back last night and when I left this morning.  Thought that was amusing.  Walked to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109985800678988680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109985800678988680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109985800678988680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109985800678988680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/11/little-late.html' title='a little late...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109944148542266409</id><published>2004-11-02T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T16:24:45.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vote kerry</title><summary type='text'>Well, you know, I'm not a huge Eminem fan, but he has a point...Anyway.  All I can say is:  Please, God, don't vote for Bush.  I'm wearing my anti-Bush shirt and hoping beyond hope that he won't win.  This country cannot afford four more years.Did nothing in Drama today.  Sub had no clue where Mrs. K was, and gave us only two rules:  Don't do drugs, and don't have sex.  Spent period talking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109944148542266409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109944148542266409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109944148542266409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109944148542266409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/11/vote-kerry.html' title='vote kerry'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109910923995783621</id><published>2004-10-29T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T21:07:19.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ROTK Extended Edition is coming out Dec. 14  50 MINUTES EXTRA FOOTAGE.  *grins maniacally*  There's a video--watch Faramir's eyes when he says "I do not believe this darkness will endure."Ya...  I have absolutely nothing to say.  Wahoo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109910923995783621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109910923995783621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109910923995783621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109910923995783621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/rotk-extended-edition-is-coming-out.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109876114985076255</id><published>2004-10-25T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T20:25:49.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michi has done a picture in honor of Scriptor's cell phone.  Go figure.John's birthday was today.  Bah.  I...  Never mind.  Nasty comments aren't nice to read, especially if you're the subject of said nasty comments....ANYWAY.  Walked to BN w/ Asev today.  Haven't done that in a long time.  We were stopped by some guys who filmed us and asked us about some video game I'd never heard of.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109876114985076255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109876114985076255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109876114985076255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109876114985076255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/michi-has-done-picture-in-honor-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109858343198081388</id><published>2004-10-23T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T19:03:51.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So have any of you been asked out at 12:30 am?  Or is it just me?  *shakes head*Saw Team America:  World Police today.  I do not recommend seeing it with your parents if they're remotely conservative about language or sex.  But it was funny....That's just about all I have to say right now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109858343198081388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109858343198081388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109858343198081388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109858343198081388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-have-any-of-you-been-asked-out-at.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109850742746885873</id><published>2004-10-22T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T21:57:07.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Scold outside.  Especially when you're sitting on the balconey for an hour, talking on the phone.  Huddled up in your black sweatshirt, trying to keep your toes from freezing.  And freaking out when you hear an owl make that rasping, hissing noise they sometimes do.'Sok, tho.  I like the cold.How many special people change?How many lives are living strange?Where were you while we were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109850742746885873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109850742746885873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109850742746885873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109850742746885873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/scold-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109848898906107841</id><published>2004-10-22T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T16:49:49.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><summary type='text'>And strangely rather low on homework.  Good.  I want to relax.  *nod*There was a pep rally today.  They played a song by 30 Seconds to Mars.  I was astonished.  Of course, half the time I had no idea what was going on because Scriptor wouldn't let me up. And yes, sticking sweatshirt strings in people's ears does tickle.I have three birthday presents to shop for.  At least I know what I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109848898906107841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109848898906107841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109848898906107841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109848898906107841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109833458303348226</id><published>2004-10-20T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T21:56:23.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*glare*It just deleted my post.Damn.Well, what I said was, I was not fully concious during math today, the Sox just beat the Yankees, Johnny Damon is hot and has funny t-shirts, and I'm going to take advantage of the fact I have so little due tomorrow and go to sleep.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109833458303348226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109833458303348226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109833458303348226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109833458303348226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/glare-it-just-deleted-my-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109814402757118498</id><published>2004-10-18T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T17:00:27.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God I want sleep.Would someone please just shut off the school year for maybe a week?  That's all I ask.  A week.  Now.  Not for Thanskgiving, now.Then I could sleep.  Or maybe walk in the rain.  Or maybe sort out the mess in my head before it has to have school thrown on top of it.  Press pause, rewind.Eh.  When we do get the week off in November I think I'll make sure I don't go anywhere.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109814402757118498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109814402757118498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109814402757118498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109814402757118498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/god-i-want-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109807785324261479</id><published>2004-10-17T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T22:37:33.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I.Hate.Chemistry.Have I made that perfectly clear?Good.  I'll just...go...then.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109807785324261479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109807785324261479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109807785324261479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109807785324261479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/i.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109798173113190879</id><published>2004-10-16T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T19:55:31.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bleh.I want to rant, but I don't have anything to say.  Does that make any sense whatsoever?  No?  That's what I thought.Napoleon Dynamite was dumb.  I got popcorn down my sleeves from certain individuals throwing it back and forth.  Best part of the day was BN, methinks.  I hope Michi doesn't worry too much about whether or not everyone had fun.While I was walking Henry the sky looked like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109798173113190879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109798173113190879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109798173113190879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109798173113190879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/bleh_16.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109789800094531584</id><published>2004-10-15T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T20:40:00.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmph</title><summary type='text'>I'm sleepy.  PSAT's tomorrow.  I should look over that pre-test thingy.*yawn*John and Dad have driven off to some far away location to watch cars.  Go figure.Talked to my snakey friends in Irvine today.  Arthur's getting long, but he can still wrap himself around my hand quite easily.  Good.  I like it when he does that.  I don't want him to get big!  He's so pretty...Arthur's a pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109789800094531584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109789800094531584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109789800094531584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109789800094531584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/mmph.html' title='mmph'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109773102640393226</id><published>2004-10-13T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:17:06.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anger in the bitter laughter she doesn't attempt to control, better than the tears that would never come anyway.  How similar it sounded on the other end of the phone line.  Slamming doors and jangling chains, she wonders later what fuels it.  Why. How strange that she never asked the question before.  Stilted sentence fragments falter, sleep sounds nice tonight.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109773102640393226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109773102640393226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109773102640393226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109773102640393226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/anger-in-bitter-laughter-she-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109772245328041101</id><published>2004-10-13T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T19:54:13.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And what I want to know is:  how did Klinger manage to get a hold of all those ridiculous costumes while he was stuck in a MASH unit in the middle of Korea?*shrugs*Back to work, then...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109772245328041101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109772245328041101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109772245328041101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109772245328041101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-what-i-want-to-know-is-how-did.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109755099459597527</id><published>2004-10-11T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T20:16:34.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>odd</title><summary type='text'>The stress hasn't set in yet.  The stress of the fact that my essay is still far from done, even after all this wasted time, and that I still have other homework to do afterwards.It's almost as if I...  don't care?I wonder why.  It's not as though I've had a fit or anything.  Like I'm preoccupied with anything more important.  Well, I suppose I am in the back of my mind, but I'm not dwelling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109755099459597527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109755099459597527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109755099459597527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109755099459597527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/odd.html' title='odd'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109754252282572421</id><published>2004-10-11T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T17:55:22.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bleh.That's pretty much all I have to say at the moment.  Except:"Things fall apart, the center cannot hold."  --YeatsAnd if another mention of Martin Luther won't send you 'round the bend...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109754252282572421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109754252282572421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109754252282572421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109754252282572421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/bleh.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109744414266488848</id><published>2004-10-10T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T14:35:42.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're a Winter. You very much enjoy your timealone but do like other people's companysometimes. You just need your space. You have afew priviledged friends who saw past yourcolder exterior to find the true you. You canhave pretty bad mood swings (though you hate toadmit it) so you could be soft one second thenstorming around the next! But over all, you'rea very pleasant person once people take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109744414266488848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109744414266488848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109744414266488848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109744414266488848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/youre-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109737810260627153</id><published>2004-10-09T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T20:15:02.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired.There's lot of stuff to do still.  *nod*  I'm not stressing yet, though...  Well I am a little but I usualy don't get it bad until Sunday night.  *nod*It got all cloudy later in the day.  Good.  I like it that way.John's Spanish teacher recommended that he watch movies w/ Spanish subtitles.  Thus, everyone is downstairs watching FOTR....oh.  Apparently the original FOTR dvd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109737810260627153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109737810260627153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109737810260627153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109737810260627153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109728269772993303</id><published>2004-10-08T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T17:45:55.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'll just curl up and die now.</title><summary type='text'>Why?  Why did they do this to me?  Why did they have to do it like that?*buries head in hands*Angels lost.I wish Vlad hadn't tied it in the 6th.  It would've spared me so much pain.Actually, if Scioscia hadn't been such an idiot and taken Frankie out, my Frankie, who was pitching perfectly well, we might still be playing this game.  Instead, he put Washburn in, the freaking chipmunk who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109728269772993303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109728269772993303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109728269772993303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109728269772993303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-think-ill-just-curl-up-and-die-now.html' title='I think I&apos;ll just curl up and die now.'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109721248846453892</id><published>2004-10-07T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T22:14:48.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow.I've been really, really unproductive today.That's bad.Of course, it's not that drastic of a change.Think I'll go work now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109721248846453892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109721248846453892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109721248846453892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109721248846453892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/wow_07.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109702400863675702</id><published>2004-10-05T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T17:53:28.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well there's an idea.Apparently I have some sort of viral infection, not whatever it is John's got.  Which is good, I guess.  Eh.  I'm still blaming him.  Just b/c I can.  *smiles innocently*Today's my aunt's wedding anniversary and my cat's birthday.  8th, in both cases.  I've heard my aunt and uncle are in Paris.  Shocking.  I'd've thought Jeannette wouldn't've wanted to miss the play-offs,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109702400863675702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109702400863675702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109702400863675702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109702400863675702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-theres-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109686007276610937</id><published>2004-10-03T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T20:21:12.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Angels clinched their spot in the playoffs yesterday and I didn't post??  The world must be coming to an end.  Hehe.Actually I felt quite ill yesterday.  Started with a headache after Latin and gradually got worse.I...  have nothing to say.  Wow.  Lol.Toodles, peeps.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109686007276610937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109686007276610937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109686007276610937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109686007276610937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/angels-clinched-their-spot-in-playoffs.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109669736948663602</id><published>2004-10-01T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T23:09:29.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow.I'm really tired.Really tired as in if I stood up now I'd collapse.How did that happen?Hm, maybe it had something to do with the fact that I've stayed up past one at least twice this week...?Yeah.  That sounds right.Weird, though, how it crept up on me.  I was sitting here browsing rereading DarkWitch and all of a sudden I realized, "Wow.  I'm really tired."I think I'll go sleep</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109669736948663602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109669736948663602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109669736948663602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109669736948663602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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-6054175.post-109659286885469768</id><published>2004-09-30T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T18:07:48.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>non semper erit aestas</title><summary type='text'>It's cold.  Colder, that is, seeing that I'm in SoCal and it doesn't really get that cold here.  But anyway.  Cold.  Yes.I'm glad.  I like the cold.  It feels more like Fall now.  I hope it rains.  I went walking earlier and it was the perfect temperature...  I didn't want to go inside when I got back.  Now it looks a bit more windy...Eh.  Fall always seems somewhat melancholy to me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/feeds/109659286885469768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6054175&amp;postID=109659286885469768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109659286885469768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054175/posts/default/109659286885469768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanasum.blogspot.com/2004/09/non-semper-erit-aestas.html' title='non semper erit aestas'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01081357479852791310</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>
