<?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-11877783</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:29:10.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want my flannel?</title><subtitle type='html'>spring blog commence!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877783.post-115660648245282928</id><published>2006-08-26T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T10:34:42.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>arise, arise</title><content type='html'>i haven't posted in over 2 months. which means no one reads this anymore. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF SUMMER POST COMMENCE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left off last time with the songwriters hall of fame thing i believe. well i passed all my classes and now i'm home in texASS. it's really hot which makes life really boring because i don't want to go outside. i feel bad for my dog. we go outside to play ball and we're back inside in 5 minutes. but at least i'm here to just sit and stare at him. that's all he really wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to austin on thursday. my brother's house is actually pretty cool. they have a backyard with a firepit. they grilled and then i drove home at 9:00 at night which kind of sucked. i was tired. my knees started hurting and then for some reason i-35 decided to be one lane instead of 3 for awhile. it was not fun. but i love austin so it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've netflixed freaks and geeks since i've been here. why didn't i watch this show when it was on the air?!!! how did i NOT watch it? i feel like a loser for not knowing there was this amazing show out there. i guess that shows what kind of kid i was at 14. but yeah, this is my new favorite show ever even though it was cancelled 6 years ago. i'm getting disc 6 soon which is also the last one and i'm going to be really depressed after i finish it. i just have so much love for it. *sigh* so funny...so real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, now i can't write anymore i just got really depressed thinking about it. man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-115660648245282928?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/115660648245282928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=115660648245282928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/115660648245282928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/115660648245282928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/08/arise-arise.html' title='arise, arise'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-115067916186045092</id><published>2006-06-18T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T20:06:01.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday night I got all dressed up and went to the Songwriters Hall of Fame Awards Ceremony. I could sit here and write all about it, but the &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://songhall.org/index.php/news/entry/62"&gt;SHOF website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; did that for me. But I will say this: it was really amazing. Granted I couldn't see a thing from where I was sitting and had to look at the monitor to watch the whole thing, but still. I saw Stevie Wonder live! I stood up to see him. When am I going to get that chance again? I think probably never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-115067916186045092?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/115067916186045092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=115067916186045092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/115067916186045092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/115067916186045092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/06/thursday-night-i-got-all-dressed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-115032673344824374</id><published>2006-06-14T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:56:11.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night at birthday dinner, the waitress gave us free champagne (which was by far the best champagne i've ever had) and they sung happy birthday to me in italian. and i got to blow out a candle. and make a wish. it was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-115032673344824374?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/115032673344824374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=115032673344824374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/115032673344824374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/115032673344824374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-night-at-birthday-dinner-waitress.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-115017085250161834</id><published>2006-06-12T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:54:12.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week to come</title><content type='html'>In 10 minutes, I turn 21. And look at my week to come:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Birthday. Sweet. Dinner with Rebecca. Possibly Michael Showalter at Rififi (?) Anyone down for that?&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Justin "JC" Crowell is gonna be in town!!!! We're probably going to a jazz club. If you're a Justin fan like me, you should come, too.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Songwriters Hall of Fame ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Mine and Byron's Birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Best Summer Ever. Fuck I love my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-115017085250161834?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/115017085250161834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=115017085250161834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/115017085250161834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/115017085250161834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/06/week-to-come.html' title='Week to come'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114998443434936846</id><published>2006-06-10T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T23:03:46.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason #55982759238* why I heart interning at ABKCO.</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, I get to attend &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://songwritershalloffame.org/ceremony_main_page.asp?ceremonyId=27"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; ceremony. Jealous? I think so. I heard a rumor of a certain performance by one of my favorite performers EVER. But again, won't give away who I think it is in fear of jinxing it. But yes. EXTREME AWESOMENESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exaggeration. there really aren't 55982759238 reasons. but it really is a cool company to work at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114998443434936846?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114998443434936846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114998443434936846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114998443434936846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114998443434936846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/06/reason-55982759238-why-i-heart.html' title='Reason #55982759238* why I heart interning at ABKCO.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114930175604560520</id><published>2006-06-02T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T08:55:21.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody loves to cha cha cha</title><content type='html'>Here's an update on how the summer has been going so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's June now. Which is awesome because it's my favorite month. And because my birthday is approaching!!!! So soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My internship is going well. I'm learning stuff and I'm getting more comfortable around the people. An invitation to an awesome event was extended to me and the other intern this week. But I don't want to say what it is yet cause I don't want to jinx it since I feel like us going hasn't been made official yet. But I'll probably be on here freaking out when I found out for sure. And then you'll be jealous. Actually probably not but whatevs. Oh and SAM COOKE IS MY FAVORITE PERSON EVER NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I got suitemates and they're really nice. I had dinner with them last night and they're people I actually want to hang out with. So yay for good roommates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fondue rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The weather here sucks right now. It's raining and gross so I stayed in tonight. I am also really tired though. I'm not used to 8 hour days. All I want to do after work is come home and sleep. Having a fake real grown up job is exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope your summer is rockin' as hard as mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114930175604560520?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114930175604560520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114930175604560520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114930175604560520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114930175604560520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/06/everybody-loves-to-cha-cha-cha.html' title='Everybody loves to cha cha cha'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114851130643246777</id><published>2006-05-24T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T17:55:57.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at work i listen to iTunes radio. and today, "jet" came on and i started cracking up. i immediately thought of dancing in mike's room at nick snow's birthday party. and then of the picture of athena, joe, and matt's legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for my desk being up at the front secluded from everyone. they would've thought i was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Happy Birthday to my brother Juan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114851130643246777?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114851130643246777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114851130643246777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114851130643246777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114851130643246777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/05/at-work-i-listen-to-itunes-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114807969349234922</id><published>2006-05-19T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T01:16:16.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST. SUMMER. EVER.</title><content type='html'>I AM SO FREAKIN' HAPPY. which should make y'all happy cause happy anna is the best anna. well i mean, i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i LOVE my internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i passed accounting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm starting to think i may be able to graduate on time in may '07. i have to figure this out with my advisor. but i think it's possible. and if so, that would be AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i'm almost 21. i can feel it getting closer and closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this summer is awesome so far. and it's only the first week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114807969349234922?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114807969349234922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114807969349234922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114807969349234922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114807969349234922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/05/best-summer-ever.html' title='BEST. SUMMER. EVER.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114781443864674695</id><published>2006-05-16T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:20:38.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not that y'all really care (well maybe you do. i don't know. depends who you are i suppose, whatever that means) but, i start my &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://abkco.com"&gt;internship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; tomorrow! and i'm psyched. and i'm nervous. but mostly psyched. woo woo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114781443864674695?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114781443864674695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114781443864674695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114781443864674695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114781443864674695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-that-yall-really-care-well-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114741045736634360</id><published>2006-05-11T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T16:58:57.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this must be like a major insight into the male psyche for you, huh?</title><content type='html'>So, last night I got this call from Ian Bock. He invited me to a bar with him and his friends, all male, 3 of them graduating seniors at NYU. Considering I had no plans I went to meet them thinking that I would leave shortly after my arrival. I get there and they're all sitting at a table enjoying their liters of beer. Coincidently, the table next to us consisted of all male NYU grads also with some fellow uncomfortable girls. I ordered 0.5 liter because, well, a liter is like really big, especially for me, obvi. However, I guess the waiter didn't hear me and brought me a liter (ugh). This ended up being a good thing considering the conversations these boys were having...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've hung out with Ian and his friends before and they don't really care if there's a girl in their presence: they're talking about whatever the fuck they want. Thus, I heard about the girls they slept with, which hand they prefer to masturbate with, the strangest places they've had sex, how many girls, etc. You get the idea. Every once and a while, a couple of the guys would look over at me and apologize for the content of their conversation. I just nodded, smiled, said it was ok and once my beer was gone, I would just check out. One of them made the point that hearing all this must be giving me major insight into the male psyche. In a way, yes. But for the most part, no. Because I could really care less about which hand they use to masturbate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we went to another bar, I ended up getting really drunk, shamelessly flirted (poorly) with one of Ian's friends and invited said friend to my birthday party. My birthday, mind you, isn't for another month and the party is far from planned. Ha. Ha. OY, OY, OY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114741045736634360?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114741045736634360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114741045736634360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114741045736634360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114741045736634360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-must-be-like-major-insight-into.html' title='this must be like a major insight into the male psyche for you, huh?'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114700905246081257</id><published>2006-05-07T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:49:05.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soooo...it really WAS an underwear party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114700905246081257?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114700905246081257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114700905246081257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114700905246081257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114700905246081257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/05/soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114644256141940914</id><published>2006-04-30T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T00:58:43.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>huh? what? right. uhh.</title><content type='html'>dinner in kimmel.&lt;br /&gt;chartered bus to docks on east 23rd street.&lt;br /&gt;3 hour dance party on yacht sailing around manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;bus back to kimmel.&lt;br /&gt;after party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart program board and everyone in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114644256141940914?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114644256141940914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114644256141940914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114644256141940914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114644256141940914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/04/huh-what-right-uhh.html' title='huh? what? right. uhh.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114572020345872942</id><published>2006-04-22T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:00:02.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ow" or "Wow, I'm really out of shape"</title><content type='html'>The past two days have been non-stop. On Thursday, I had class, came home for a few hours to chill, then I was helping with Strawberry Fest stuff, then I had dinner with Maggie, Mike, and Joe,  had a group meeting, and went to/worked at Jamnesty. Then I came home, slept, woke up at 6:30 on Friday and was on campus from 7:30-5:30 working Strawberry Fest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fest, as chaotic as it was, was a lot of fun. I was on the staff so I got to wear a headset. I was running the carnival booths and it got really annoying when I would be trying to explain the rules of one of the games to people and then all of the sudden I hear someone yelling in my ear that they ran out of sno-cone cups. And after it was all over, we still had so many giveaways left from the games that I had to go out in the middle of West 4th Street and yell "FREE STUFF!!" and then be bombarded with people. I will tell you it was the most enthusiastic I've ever been. Which was good because school/life has been stressing me out and I needed to be happy. And you can't possibly be upset during Strawberry Fest aka the Happiest Day of the Year at NYU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I did so much heavy lifting yesterday that this morning, it hurts to move. My entire body aches. Every. Single. Inch. Which means I'm out of shape and that's not good. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114572020345872942?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114572020345872942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114572020345872942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114572020345872942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114572020345872942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/04/ow-or-wow-im-really-out-of-shape.html' title='&quot;Ow&quot; or &quot;Wow, I&apos;m really out of shape&quot;'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114514321608108583</id><published>2006-04-15T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:20:16.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine, I'm beginning to like this.</title><content type='html'>Today was gorgeous! It was warm. I think it got up to 78 degrees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Program Board had a picnic today. There weren't many in attendance but it was nice anyways. We went to the East River Park and sat on blankets and ate (what is normally done at a picnic). We threw a frisbee. Well, they threw, I struggled. Horribly. I suck at frisbee. But today's activities made me realize how excited I am to spend the summer in New York. And how much I enjoy picnics. I think we should have lots and lots of picnics this summer. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I saw Manhattan last night with Rebecca and Dan. Which also made me excited for summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO EXCITED FOR SUMMER!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114514321608108583?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114514321608108583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114514321608108583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114514321608108583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114514321608108583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/04/sunshine-im-beginning-to-like-this.html' title='Sunshine, I&apos;m beginning to like this.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114477436665618011</id><published>2006-04-11T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:03:23.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My parents are deliciously evil...</title><content type='html'>On Sunday I talked to my mom on the phone and she informed me that the "Easter Bunny" sent me a package and that I would be getting it shortly. Well yesterday I got it and inside was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled my evil smile and stared at the box, somewhat afraid to open it because I knew the control its contents have over me. So I called my parents and told them that they were evil. When asked why I said because Godiva is such a luxury and such luxuries could only be made possible by deals with the devil. However I accept this gift given to me in honor of the Resurrection of Jesus Christ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom then told me "share with your friends" to which I replied "No. I'm, going to commit all 7 Deadly Sins with these chocolates." Which I think could actually be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you get to me before I finish them all (and by get to me I mean visit me at my dorm), then yes, I'll share...but you better hurry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114477436665618011?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114477436665618011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114477436665618011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114477436665618011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114477436665618011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-parents-are-deliciously-evil.html' title='My parents are deliciously evil...'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114462305364443861</id><published>2006-04-09T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:54:06.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Duke of the Indestructible Chew Toy</title><content type='html'>Every year at the end of April, for 10 days, there is a huge festival in my hometown: &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fiesta-sa.org"&gt;Fiesta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;. It's a celebration to honor the heroes who fought at the Alamo and the Battle of San Jacinto and to celebrate San Antonio's different cultures. But basically it's just an awesome 10 day party. And this is the 3rd year I'm missing it because of school. Obvs. Anyways, I talked to my mom today and she was telling me about how they crowned El Rey Fido (a take on El Rey Feo) at the Animal Shelter and the names of some of these dogs sounded really cute and I wanted to share the article with y'all. So &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysanantonio.com/specials/fiesta/stories/MYSA040706.01P.elreyfido.bcc79c9.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;. My hometown is kind of crazy, I know. But I don't think I would be the same person if I grew up anywhere else. So yeah. Enjoy...if you decide to click the links that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone wants to have a fiesta with me the last week of April, I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and speaking of dogs, my parents switched vets and my dog is getting better in case you were concerned. I was. So I'm in a better mood now. Yay for Rex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114462305364443861?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114462305364443861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114462305364443861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114462305364443861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114462305364443861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/04/duke-of-indestructible-chew-toy.html' title='Duke of the Indestructible Chew Toy'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114436182495559868</id><published>2006-04-06T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T17:17:04.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>I have a cold. I have no idea how I acquired it. I mean, my allergies have been bothering me for the past week because April-May are part of my allergy months. But my allergies shouldn't have caused a cold. And yes the weather got unnecessarily cold the past couple of days but I thought I bundled up enough. Blahhhhhh. Anyways I didn't go to class today (gasp!) and the only time I left my room today was to buy medicine and orange juice and soup and kleenex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend is ruined. Blahhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114436182495559868?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114436182495559868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114436182495559868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114436182495559868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114436182495559868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/04/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114419988975174631</id><published>2006-04-04T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:18:09.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>So I totally thought that tonight's "Gilmore Girls" was the season finale. I'm sorry but that's what the commercials for the past week were saying. And then it ended all of the sudden and there was no Jess (hot), no Lane &amp; Zach's wedding (is anyone else as excited about that as I am by the way?), no Christopher (blah)...ewww and Logan. I hate Logan. Never liked him. Why is Rory back with him? But Jess is on next week (I think) &amp; I always liked Jess the best. Anyways, if I told you that tonight's "Gilmore Girls" was the season finale, I apologize. But there are four more episodes left which is exciting cause now I won't be bored on Tuesday nights. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114419988975174631?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114419988975174631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114419988975174631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114419988975174631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114419988975174631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/04/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114342722832304972</id><published>2006-03-26T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:40:28.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>So I'm sure y'all know how TBS does this thing where they show one movie 3 times during the weekend. Yes? Well this weekend's movie was My Best Friend's Wedding which I watched twice. And can we just talk about how Paul Giamatti is in it as the bellman who tells Julia Roberts she can't smoke in the hallway? I wasn't sure if it was him until I went on imdb.com and looked it up. Sure enough there it was: Paul Giamatti plays Richard the Bellman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just thought that was weird/interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114342722832304972?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114342722832304972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114342722832304972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114342722832304972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114342722832304972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/03/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114290718031120231</id><published>2006-03-20T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:38:00.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to a concert.</title><content type='html'>Last night. &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jennylewis.com"&gt;Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; at Irving Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/Whispertown2000"&gt;Whispertown2000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; and &lt;BlogItemURL&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/vietnamtheband"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; opened. Whispertown2000's lead singer's mic was too loud and her voice was kind of annoying. I don't know. I couldn't take them very seriously. Vietnam was good in all their hairiness. Jenny Lewis was freakin' awesome. I think I'm a little bit in love with her. And her band was great and if you get a chance to see her in concert, DO IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm totally going to buy a lap steel guitar. (Ok probably not but I really, really, really want one. Just like I want every other instrument imaginable).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114290718031120231?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114290718031120231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114290718031120231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114290718031120231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114290718031120231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-went-to-concert.html' title='I went to a concert.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114221872827876524</id><published>2006-03-12T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T10:45:53.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexiest Man Alive.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed how Matthew McConaughey has a Southern drawl in pretty much every movie he does? Even if the role doesn't require him to be Southern, the accent is there. I'm not complaining cause I think Southern accents are pretty hot but what if he has to play like an Italian mob boss (I'm just talking hypothetically here)? He's not gonna need a Southern accent for that. Oh well. I still want him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114221872827876524?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114221872827876524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114221872827876524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114221872827876524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114221872827876524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/03/sexiest-man-alive.html' title='Sexiest Man Alive.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114178762313115079</id><published>2006-03-07T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T14:00:11.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spring Break: What I'm looking forward to (in no specific order):&lt;br /&gt;- Laura &amp; Pablo&lt;br /&gt;- Rex&lt;br /&gt;- 80 degree weather&lt;br /&gt;- Wearing shorts &amp; skirts&lt;br /&gt;- Mexican food&lt;br /&gt;- Having time to finish Kavalier &amp; Clay and possibly start other books (I'm pretty stoked about this one)&lt;br /&gt;- Food Network &amp; 100 billion other channels &amp; Movies on Demand (this might conflict with the one above)&lt;br /&gt;- Queen size bed&lt;br /&gt;- The Shops at La Cantera&lt;br /&gt;- Possible day trip to Austin&lt;br /&gt;- Gruene, TX&lt;br /&gt;- Haircut&lt;br /&gt;- Removal of my bottom retainer (cross fingers)&lt;br /&gt;- Jaguar convertible&lt;br /&gt;- Bugging my brother to hang out with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break: What I'm not looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;- Allergy attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who needs a fancy Spring Break in an exotic locale when there are so many great things waiting for me in Texas? Plus, Texas is pretty cool despite what many say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114178762313115079?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114178762313115079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114178762313115079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114178762313115079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114178762313115079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-break-what-im-looking-forward.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114165061766177781</id><published>2006-03-06T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T08:13:34.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/n4929435_30983068_1477.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photograph brought to you by me.&lt;br /&gt;Lasers brought to you by my cousin Megan.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;See, sometimes red eye can be a good thing. You can do fun things like make lasers come out of people's eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114165061766177781?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114165061766177781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114165061766177781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114165061766177781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114165061766177781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/03/photograph-brought-to-you-by-me.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114160235695175130</id><published>2006-03-05T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:05:30.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Oscar goes to…your mom.</title><content type='html'>**Before you read this, if you decide to read this, let me just say that I know what I did. I know it may appear that I have no life or that I need to "find a new hobby" or "this is lame." There's no need to remind me. I don't take this seriously. I haven't watched the Oscars in years. But I was going to watch the Oscars anyways, so I decided to Liveblog it. No need to post rude comments, ok? Thnx. Now read if you want. Remember, YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ IT. No one is forcing you. It's your choice.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making my first ever attempt at liveblogging tonight. And I'm taking on the Oscars. Let's see how this goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Carpet coverage with Roger Ebert and some other guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:32&lt;br /&gt;Dolly Parton's boobs are huge. I like her. She's so colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:34&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know George Clooney was the voice of Sparky the Dog on “South Park”! Huh…you learn something new everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:36&lt;br /&gt;George Clooney: “I think Ang Lee is a communist.” Oh George…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:39&lt;br /&gt;Keira Knightly looks really pretty. I want her dress. And I have a feeling that this fashion expert guy is going to get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:42&lt;br /&gt;Keira Knightly is the 3rd youngest Best Actress nominee ever? Hmmm…I really liked "Pride and Prejudice". It made me sigh multiple times. Oooh I don’t like the bow on her ponytail. She should lose the bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:49&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahahahaha!!! Roger Ebert and that other guy fucked up! Ha. They mistook the producer of "Good Night and Good Luck" for the producer of "Crash". Ha. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:53&lt;br /&gt;They’re making a sequel to "Bruce Almighty"? What? "Evan Almighty"? Is that what they said? Huh? I mean I like Steve Carell, but what? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:55&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit…it’s Will Smith. TOOL!!!! No, Will Ferrell! Get away from Will Smith!! Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Coverage with the Entertainment Tonight people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:02&lt;br /&gt;“Hi I’m Billy Bush! I talk in a monotone voice and I talk really loud! Loud noises! Loud noises! AHHHHHHHH!!!” I wanna punch him in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:04&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god I love Amy Adams!!! She’s so cute.  Oh I want her to be my best friend. And I like her gown. And it has pockets!! Cooooool. I liked her in "Junebug." I hope she wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:11&lt;br /&gt;Billy Bush to Naomi Watts: “Is that vintage? I just learned that word.” Stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:14&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger &amp; Michelle Williams! I don’t like her dress. Too yellow. Heath…what a charmer. Love you. They live in Brooklyn. I want to find them. &lt;br /&gt;I wish Michelle and Amy could both win. But I want Michelle to win for 2 reasons: 1) I thought she was good and 2) I think it would be amazing if someone from “Dawson’s Creek” won an Oscar. I think that would be hilarious and god knows I don’t want it to be either/never will be Katie Holmes or James Van Der Beek. I’d settle for Joshua Jackson. But I like Michelle Williams. And she was so cute in “The Baxter.” Not that that has anything to do with the Oscars or “Brokeback Mountain.” I’m just commenting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:17&lt;br /&gt;Ok what’s with the monkey sequence? I’ve obviously missed the purpose of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:18&lt;br /&gt;Oh I get it. Monkeys. “King Kong.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:21&lt;br /&gt;The “March of the Penguins” people brought stuffed penguins. Awe. Que cute. And I don’t mean like dead stuffed penguins by the way. I mean like dolls. Obvs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:24&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I want Heath Ledger to win. But it’s gonna be Phillip Seymour Hoffman cause he’s won all the other awards. But I didn’t see “Capote” so of course I favor Heath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:33&lt;br /&gt;Terrence Howard seems to have brought his son. I wonder if his son knows what a pimp is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:34&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I like Jennifer Aniston’s dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:35&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Reese!!!! I love Reese Witherspoon. Awe I missed her dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:38&lt;br /&gt;Ok so they’re showing a montage of all the movies that are nominated and they’re playing “The Dance” by Garth Brooks. Wtf? Of all the songs in the world they play a song that was ever present at my Semi-Formals and Proms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:44&lt;br /&gt;Hey look it’s Ian Bock!!! Ahem…I mean Philip Seymour Hoffman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:46&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to go see “Good Night and Good Luck.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:47&lt;br /&gt;Jake Gyllenhaal doesn’t look excited at all. He so doesn’t think he’s going to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:49&lt;br /&gt;Movie critics just said that everyone’s been talking about “Crash” for the past few weeks and that it has a big chance of winning. Uhhhh yeah, if “Crash” wins Best Picture I think I may throw a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:55&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like Rachel Weisz. I have no reasons behind this opinion. Probably just because she’s won all the other awards and I’ve wanted other people to win, not her. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:56&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Foxx. Ew. Don’t like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:57&lt;br /&gt;I love how Jessica Alba is at every award show and yet she sucks and makes horrible movies that are never nominated for anything. Why is she everywhere? I remember reading that she said that she doesn’t want to play eye candy and roles where she's always half naked blah blah blah and yet what is she doing with her life? Stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academy Awards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:02&lt;br /&gt;Alright kids. Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:06&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Jon Stewart and George Clooney in bed together. &lt;br /&gt;Jon Stewart: Is this a dream?&lt;br /&gt;George Clooney: No&lt;br /&gt;*Jon Stewart does a little celebratory dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:07&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I’m pretty optimistic that this isn’t going to suck. Jon Stewart, marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:09&lt;br /&gt;“A Return to Glamour” is the theme apparently. Ok. Sure. Glamour rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:10&lt;br /&gt;My god, Philip Seymour Hoffman, unfold your arms. Enjoy yourself! You’re gonna fucking win.&lt;br /&gt;And I think Jack Nicholson is sitting next to Keira Knightly. ????? How? Why? Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:12&lt;br /&gt;Jon Stewart: Bjork couldn’t be here tonight. She was trying on her Oscar dress and Dick Cheney shot her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:14&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh “Walk The Line” is NOT “Ray.” Grrrrr. “Walk The Line” was better than “Ray.” Grrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:16&lt;br /&gt;Ok so they’re taking clips from Westerns and making them appear to be gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:20&lt;br /&gt;Was Jake Gyllenhaal nominated for Best Supporting Actor at the other award shows this year? I can’t remember but I think the answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:21&lt;br /&gt;Best Supporting Actor – George Clooney for “Syriana.” Hmmmmm. Why are they playing music DURING the acceptance speech? That’s really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:24&lt;br /&gt;I’m realizing now that I’m not going to get any homework done tonight. I have a test tomorrow and I have to read some articles. Oh shit and I have to find an article about how trademarks affect the music industry. I think I have one actually. I didn’t read it though. I found it on Friday when I was also doing research on Depeche Mode. I have to write a press release for their new single for my Marketing and Merch class. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:26&lt;br /&gt;Tom Hanks demonstrating how to keep speeches down to a minimum…being attacked by the musicians…ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:28&lt;br /&gt;Oh god Ben Stiller’s in a green unitard. Demonstrating green screen technology. But the way he said “This is blowing Spielberg’s mind” was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30&lt;br /&gt;“This is the Chronic, whut!?,  cles of Narnia!” I’m sorry. It’s a nominee. I couldn’t resist.&lt;br /&gt;Best Visual Effects – “King Kong.” It would’ve been awesome if “The Chronicles of Narnia” won, they played “Lazy Sunday.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:33&lt;br /&gt;Ok so question: Now “Beauty in the Beast” was nominated for Best Picture in 1992. And the Best Animated Feature Film category wasn’t introduced until 2001. So, now, if an animated film comes along that’s of Best Picture caliber, will it be able to be in the Best Picture category or will it HAVE to be in the Best Animated Feature Film category? Makes me wonder. Do you think “Beauty and the Beast” would’ve been nominated for Best Picture if there was a Best Animated Feature Film category at that time? Hmmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:35&lt;br /&gt;Best Animated Feature Film - “Wallace and Gromit and the Curse of the Were-Rabbit.” Awe cute, they’re wearing giant bow-ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:38&lt;br /&gt;Dolly Parton’s so like…I can’t describe her. I enjoy her. But I think I said that earlier when I said how her boobs were huge. I wish she was performing with a live band behind her though. Although she pulled it off band-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:40&lt;br /&gt;They just showed Amy Adams and if that’s her boyfriend sitting next to her I have to say “you go girl!” He’s a hottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:45&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh I hate Owen Wilson’s nose!!!!! And I hate how he puckers his lips when he talks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Best Live Action Short Film – “Six Shooter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:46&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone thanked God yet? Is that normally done at the Oscars? I don’t know. I wanted to keep track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:47&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha “ducks never get pant!” That is so true.&lt;br /&gt;Best Animated Short Film – “The Moon and the Son: An Imagined Conversation.”&lt;br /&gt;Hey, the guy’s a teacher at NYU? Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:51&lt;br /&gt;Best Costume Design – “Memoirs of a Geisha.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:54&lt;br /&gt;Alright so we’ve got a montage of movies that are based on real people…&lt;br /&gt;“This bumper, was pulled off, by the bus of Selenas!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:59&lt;br /&gt;Will Ferrell and Steve Carell…wearing make-up…oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;Will: You smell really great. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Steve: It’s called Pineapple Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:01&lt;br /&gt;Best Make-up – “The Chronic, whut!?, cles of Narnia.” &lt;br /&gt;2, 4, 6, how ‘bout 12! Baker’s dozen!&lt;br /&gt;I love those cupcakes like McAdams loves Gosling. &lt;br /&gt;Ha. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:03&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god I love Jon Stewart. &lt;br /&gt;Rachel McAdams!!!!! But her dress is not good…sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:08&lt;br /&gt;Best Supporting Actress – Rachel Weisz for “The Constant Gardener.”&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!! Boooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!! Jack Nasty! &lt;br /&gt;Go have your baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:16&lt;br /&gt;They’re doing a tribute to Film Noir now.&lt;br /&gt;Urbandictionary.com defines Film Noir as: “a genre of movies characterized by low-key lighting, a bleak urban setting, and corrupt, cynical characters.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:17&lt;br /&gt;Jon Stewart: I’m a loser.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but an awesome loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:18&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh I hear Stephen Colbert’s voice!!!&lt;br /&gt;So they’re doing “campaign” ads for the Best Actress nominees, narrated by Stephen Colbert. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:21&lt;br /&gt;Best Documentary Short Subject – “A Note Of Triumph: The Golden Age of Norman Corwin”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:24&lt;br /&gt;Best Documentary Feature – “March of the Penguins.” Yay! Penguins!&lt;br /&gt;Ah zay are French. I zid not knuw zis. Juoisedjensgsjoaoijdjvnejjeioaf. Bonjour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:28&lt;br /&gt;So the Best Song nominee from “Crash” is being performed and it’s really boring. And they’ve got a burning car on stage and people in slow motion. Probably cause the song is so boring. Dolly Parton didn’t need other people on stage cause she’s not boring. &lt;br /&gt;I’m anticipating that pimp song being performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:35&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting tired. But no. I will do this. I will finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:36&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it’s Keanu Reeves. “Whoa.”&lt;br /&gt;Best Set Direction – “Memoirs of a Geisha.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:38&lt;br /&gt;Samuel L. Jackson!!!! We’ve got muthafuckin’ snakes!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What’s with all the montages? They keep doing these montages. Do they always do this many montages? I wasn’t paying attention, I don’t know what these are based on. Unity? I think it’s unity. Or bravery. Or inspiration?  Why can’t they just stick to one montage: the one of all the people who died in the past year. They do it every year. Just stick with it. Who needs change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:42&lt;br /&gt;Oh it was a montage about movies dealing with “issues.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:46&lt;br /&gt;It’s Salma Hayek and her boobs. I like her dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:51&lt;br /&gt;Best Original Score – “Brokeback Mountain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:59&lt;br /&gt;Another tribute montage!?!?! Films that have larger than life stories. Ok sure. I see Moulin Rouge, Grease, West Side Story, The Sound of Music, 7 Brides for 7 Brothers, Braveheart, Mary Poppins, Titanic, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Jurassic Park, Harry Potter, Back to the Future, The Fifth Element, The Matrix, Jaws, King Kong, E.T., and a lot of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:04&lt;br /&gt;Best Sound Mixing – “King Kong.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:11&lt;br /&gt;So they’re giving an Honorary Oscar to Robert Altman now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:20&lt;br /&gt;Jon Stewart: Our next presenter is professional musician. You don’t know him. Your kids are upstairs right now illegally downloading music. Go ask them to explain who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:21&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. “It’s Hard Out Here For A Pimp” is being performed. I wish they would just scan the entire audience during the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:25&lt;br /&gt;Best Original Song – Hahahaha “It’s Hard Out Here For A Pimp” from “Hustle and Flow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:26&lt;br /&gt;Ok that’s one point for thanking Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30&lt;br /&gt;Best Sound Editing – “King Kong.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:33&lt;br /&gt;Ok now here is the montage I’m ok with. In Memoriam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:40&lt;br /&gt;Best Foreign Language Film  - “Tsotsi” (South Africa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:43&lt;br /&gt;Jon Stewart: For those of you keeping score at home, Martin Scorsese, zero.&lt;br /&gt;Three 6 Mafia, one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:44&lt;br /&gt;Someone just won for Film Editing. I missed it. Oops. I’m getting tired, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:49&lt;br /&gt;Best Actor – Philip Seymour Hoffman for “Capote.” Duh. Awe. You know what, good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:58&lt;br /&gt;Cinematography – “Memoirs of a Geisha.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t Dame Judi Dench nominated every year? It sure seems like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:02&lt;br /&gt;Best Actress – Reese Witherspoon for “Walk The Line.” Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I love Joaquin Phoenix. I just wanted to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:10&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god it never ends!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:12&lt;br /&gt;Best Adapted Screenplay – “Brokeback Mountain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:15&lt;br /&gt;Best Original Screenplay – “Crash.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:21&lt;br /&gt;Directing – Ang Lee for “Brokeback Mountain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:25&lt;br /&gt;Best Picture – “Crash.” &lt;br /&gt;WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;You know, right after Jack Nicholson said that, I swear the look on his face made it seem like he was going to say “just kidding.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s done. If you read this entire entry, all I have to say is, wow and do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;“But Anna, you’re the one who did a liveblog for a 3 1/2 hour awards show. So I think you’re the one who doesn’t have a life.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know. I’ve made peace with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114160235695175130?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114160235695175130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114160235695175130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114160235695175130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114160235695175130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-oscar-goes-toyour-mom.html' title='And the Oscar goes to…your mom.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114121835854207687</id><published>2006-03-01T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T08:06:39.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilmore Girls post.</title><content type='html'>"I think you used a little too much whammy bar during 'My Humps.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite possibly the best music reference ever made on a TV show? And on the best TV show ever? Well, I think it was pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gilmore Girls" has become my favorite TV show. Sitcom wise. "Project Runway" falls under reality TV. So no worries. Go Daniel Vosovic!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to Gilmore. After watching last night's episode, I realized that I need to control my screaming when something exciting happens on TV. I do have suitemates and neighbors who probably don't like it very much. But I'm sorry. If I get excited and no one is in the range where my screaming will damage their hearing, I'm gonna scream. End of story. My laughing probably has to come down a notch too. But laughter = happiness and who wants to mess with my happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do you ask caused me to scream? Zach proposing to Lane. I mean whoa! Didn't see that coming. That was a pretty good move on the writers part. While it may have appeared a little desperate for them to do that, it was awesome. And Zach's proposal was maybe the sweetest/cutest thing I've ever heard. But I already had a crush on him so outsiders hearing it might argue. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, drunk Rory is really funny. And I thought for a moment that Doyle and Rory were going to hook up which would have made me mad that the writers would stoop so low. I think Luke having a daughter was low enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114121835854207687?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114121835854207687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114121835854207687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114121835854207687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114121835854207687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/03/gilmore-girls-post.html' title='Gilmore Girls post.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114100849625950034</id><published>2006-02-26T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:48:16.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Weather,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Southern girl in me asks that you please warm up. I'm tired of feeling like my face is going to freeze off and dressing in layers everytime I go outside. Thnx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114100849625950034?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114100849625950034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114100849625950034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114100849625950034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114100849625950034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/02/dear-weather-southern-girl-in-me-asks.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-114064412056121443</id><published>2006-02-22T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:35:20.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think there are some guys out there who didn't get the memo about how there is such a thing as wearing too much cologne. Same goes for girls and perfume. TOO MUCH COLOGNE/PERFUME/BODY SPRAY/SMELL GOOD STUFF!! Seriously. I hate getting in an elevator and suffocating from it. I'm not saying you can't wear it, just use a small amount. That's all you need. Just one small spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love is that once the guy got outside, he started smoking. Seriously man, what's the point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-114064412056121443?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/114064412056121443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=114064412056121443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114064412056121443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/114064412056121443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-there-are-some-guys-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113997104092054506</id><published>2006-02-14T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:45:21.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one love. one heart. part 2.</title><content type='html'>tonight in honor of st. valentine, i had dinner with rebecca at 7A Cafe. it's a really nice place and the food is great. and i like it because it's pretty much a diner but a lot nicer. AND it's open 24 hours. now i have a place to take people instead of being like "uhhhh i don't know where to eat, do you have any ideas? uhhhh." so yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after dinner, we were walking and we saw this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/IMG_0007.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it was a very nice valentine's day. (i know, i can't believe i'm saying it either. i've had a change of heart! yay for me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentine's day again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113997104092054506?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113997104092054506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113997104092054506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113997104092054506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113997104092054506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-love-one-heart-part-2.html' title='one love. one heart. part 2.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113995500814175329</id><published>2006-02-14T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:44:51.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one love. one heart. part 1.</title><content type='html'>so far, today has been kind of weird. and when i say weird i mean random. i say all of this because if i hadn't gone into the campus eatery with steven today after class and spent time in there instead of going straight home, i wouldn't have run into so many people that i never run into. also, it's really funny to look around on this day (valentine's day) and not see everyone acting all different. i don't know. i kind of expected everyone to act a different way. but everyone was normal. and it wasn't entertaining. and i was looking for an entertaining day, not a weird day. but it's only 5:00 and i'm going out later so maybe i'll be entertained. i hope i'm entertained. i was also given one of those candy hearts today. it said "one kiss" on it. i picked it because of the color but it was kind of weird considering who offered it to me. but i guess any one of those would have been weird since they all have little messages on them and yeah. um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word of the day: entertain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and happy valentine's day y'all. i hope it's full of love and friendship and happiness. and if you have a significant other, i hope you score.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113995500814175329?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113995500814175329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113995500814175329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113995500814175329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113995500814175329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-love-one-heart-part-1.html' title='one love. one heart. part 1.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113980740078262169</id><published>2006-02-12T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:10:00.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning, looked outside and all I saw was white. BLIZZARD!!!!!!!!! Craziness, man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad Hedrick is my Olympic crush this year. You can't go wrong with a handsome, athletic, Southern boy with an accent. And he isn't just from anywhere in the South. He's a Texas boy. So yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun White is the goofiest kid ever. But it's so cute and I'm really happy he won the gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom this morning to tell her about the blizzard and we started talking about the Olympics and the opening ceremony. We were talking about that giant ski jumper made of people and she told me something that is really amusing but I also find it very disturbing. She said that during that sequence my father said, "what if a few of those guys decided to just come out at one point...?" implying, "what if they made the ski jumper have an erection?" Oy. My father, ladies and gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full moon tomorrow. I think it should be on Valentine's Day. It would make everyone even crazier/more "in the mood for love". Eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113980740078262169?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113980740078262169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113980740078262169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113980740078262169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113980740078262169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-woke-up-this-morning-looked-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113953961173305716</id><published>2006-02-09T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:46:51.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So am I crazy, or did I just see Pete &amp; Pete on a Wendy's commercial?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113953961173305716?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113953961173305716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113953961173305716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113953961173305716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113953961173305716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-am-i-crazy-or-did-i-just-see-pete.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113944311167721612</id><published>2006-02-08T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:58:31.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's your godforsaken right to be loved, love</title><content type='html'>Last night Byron came over and took over my desk for 2 1/2 hours as he made Joe's Valentine's Day card. While he was doing this, I watched TV but I also watched him. He was concentrating so hard and only ever stopped to show me his progress. It turned out really nice and watching him do this great thing for someone he loves made me realize something: I don't want to hate Valentine's Day anymore. I don't want to be bitter. I don't want to be cynical. I hate feeling that way and it makes me depressed and who wants to be depressed? You're all probably thinking, "well, no one, duh" and I agree. I was being stupid. And who really knows if I'll have a valentine this year. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. But either way, I'm done hating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113944311167721612?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113944311167721612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113944311167721612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113944311167721612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113944311167721612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-your-godforsaken-right-to-be-loved.html' title='it&apos;s your godforsaken right to be loved, love'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113925450246201192</id><published>2006-02-06T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:35:02.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ew.</title><content type='html'>This morning in my Econ class the girl next to me started eating a bagel. Now I guess normally it wouldn't bother me that much that people are eating in class. But this class is in a movie theater and so the seats are really close together. And the cream cheese on the bagel smelled kind of bad. AND she was chewing with her mouth open and I could hear her smacking her lips after every bite. I thought I was going to be sick. And then she took a huge loud gulp from her water bottle. When she was done eating, I swear she was picking the poppy seeds out of her teeth. This is probably one of the most disgusting things I have experienced. Ew. Ew. Ew. And she smelled bad too. Ew. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I'm going to eat a bagel now. I, however, have class. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113925450246201192?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113925450246201192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113925450246201192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113925450246201192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113925450246201192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/02/ew.html' title='ew.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113906592185732591</id><published>2006-02-04T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T11:20:50.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm...wow</title><content type='html'>did i embarrass myself last night? yes? oh that's nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113906592185732591?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113906592185732591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113906592185732591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113906592185732591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113906592185732591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/02/ummmwow.html' title='ummm...wow'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113873084520934414</id><published>2006-01-31T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T13:07:25.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>under the influence</title><content type='html'>Today in my Management class I sat behind a boy that I have been attracted to for about, I'd say, a year and a half. Now, this class is not the most interesting class on the planet so when the professor is talking I tend to find my brain wandering off into lala land. Also today, I took "non-drowsy" Sudafed for my cold. The makers of Sudafed, however, are liars and I found myself feeling both extremely tired and surprisingly drunk (in the sense that I was going to fall facedown into my desk at any second). To get to the point of all this, while the professor was going on and on about the "illusions of influence", I found myself (heavily medicated, mind you) staring at the back of the cute boy's head and wanting nothing more than to run my hand through his hair. And I mean I REALLY wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what any of this means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113873084520934414?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113873084520934414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113873084520934414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113873084520934414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113873084520934414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/01/under-influence.html' title='under the influence'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113846563238518554</id><published>2006-01-28T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T11:27:12.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>coughing and wheezing</title><content type='html'>I have a cold. Again. I was taking a look back at my colds and in the past 5 months, I've had 4 colds. I had one at the end of September during Austin City Limits. I had one during Halloween weekend (caused by my flu shot). I got one the week before I went home for winter break. And I have one now. Poor November didn't see me with a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on??? No wonder I'm so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; I want to run away to Georgetown again. I have lots of fun there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also watching Best Week Ever right now and David Wain was at Sundance and he said this to someone which I thought was funny/sad:&lt;br /&gt;David Wain: What's the dog's name?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Stella&lt;br /&gt;David Wain: Oh I hope she doesn't get cancelled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113846563238518554?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113846563238518554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113846563238518554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113846563238518554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113846563238518554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/01/coughing-and-wheezing.html' title='coughing and wheezing'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113822257498576331</id><published>2006-01-25T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T15:56:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry, but Scrabble is the devil.</title><content type='html'>A couple of my friends and I have this Scrabble via e-mail game going on. Now I admit, vocabulary is not my strong point and sometimes I don't think quickly enough. And yes, Jillian and Aaron may go to Georgetown and Columbia which are like "whoa" schools and they're really smart. And yes, I haven't dominated in Scrabble in the past. But seriously, this game has something against me because I really CANNOT make any words unless they're "in" or "id" or any other 2-letter words because all it keeps giving me are i's!!!!! No wonder I'm losing. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me feel even stupider online Scrabble people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, Happy 21st Birthday Justin. I hope you get nice and sloshed tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113822257498576331?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113822257498576331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113822257498576331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113822257498576331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113822257498576331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-sorry-but-scrabble-is-devil.html' title='I&apos;m sorry, but Scrabble is the devil.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113785606387091218</id><published>2006-01-21T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:07:43.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love those cupcakes like McAdams loves Gosling!</title><content type='html'>Last night Mike, Byron, and I saw Chris Parnell from SNL in Duane Reade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's short, gray, and balding in the back and he looked so incredibly depressed. We walked out as he was paying and then decided that we wanted to see what he was buying so we stared through the door trying to see but couldn't. And then came to the conclusion that it would be weird if it seemed like we were waiting for him so we walked away quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully for him, singing "Lazy Sunday" was resisted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113785606387091218?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113785606387091218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113785606387091218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113785606387091218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113785606387091218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-those-cupcakes-like-mcadams.html' title='I love those cupcakes like McAdams loves Gosling!'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113764094150561244</id><published>2006-01-18T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:22:21.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting...</title><content type='html'>alright so i'm taking microeconomics this semester. and here are the pros and cons of the course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;* good looking teacher = easy to pay attention&lt;br /&gt;* laid-back, amusing teacher&lt;br /&gt;* says things like "it is so easy to get an A in this class, it's ridiculous"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;*located in Cantor 200 (where a bunch of us went to see The Life Aquatic) which according to the sign outside the room can hold up to 319 people...and every seat was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oy vey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113764094150561244?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113764094150561244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113764094150561244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113764094150561244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113764094150561244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/01/interesting.html' title='interesting...'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113701598369593364</id><published>2006-01-11T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T16:46:23.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>winter break wrap-up</title><content type='html'>1. A majority of the drivers in San Antonio should not be driving. &lt;br /&gt;2. The Shops at La Cantera surpass every mall/store/shopping center in San Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;3. I watched an entire football game. I didn't understand it. But I wasn't bored.&lt;br /&gt;4. Vince Young going to NFL = dammit. shit. crap.&lt;br /&gt;5. King Kong, Pride &amp; Prejudice, Brokeback Mountain, Casanova. Liked them all.&lt;br /&gt;6. Must remember: being home during the month of January = sneezing, itchy/watery eyes, scratchy throat.&lt;br /&gt;7. New Years should not be spent at home. Drunk, yes. At home, no.&lt;br /&gt;8. Warm weather makes for a nice change but not for a Christmasy Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;9. I didn't eat nearly enough Mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;10. Scrabble is a scary game &amp; makes me feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;11. UNO &gt; Scrabble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113701598369593364?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113701598369593364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113701598369593364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113701598369593364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113701598369593364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/01/winter-break-wrap-up.html' title='winter break wrap-up'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113643988371729919</id><published>2006-01-04T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:45:52.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YYYYEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!</title><content type='html'>You know, I don't watch football. I don't understand it. But I do know that was a very exciting, nail-biting game. AND WE WONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND NOBODY THOUGHT WE WOULD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UT LONGHORNS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;NCAA NATIONAL CHAMPS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TEXAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/206/6388/640/5221836_7_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/206/6388/320/5221836_7_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and yeah...Matthew McConaughey...yum...Hook 'em Horns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be such a Texas girl sometimes. And I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113643988371729919?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113643988371729919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113643988371729919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113643988371729919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113643988371729919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/01/yyyyeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhh.html' title='YYYYEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113634992296354366</id><published>2006-01-03T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:45:22.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just saw Brokeback Mountain. I thought it was a very good film and Heath Ledger was great. However, San Antonio may have been the wrong city to see it in. I don't know if anyone else had a similar experience, but all the snickering was getting on my nerves. People need to grow up and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my rant is over. Go see the movie. It's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113634992296354366?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113634992296354366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113634992296354366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113634992296354366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113634992296354366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-saw-brokeback-mountain.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113609609996751177</id><published>2006-01-01T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:18:32.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year's.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR'S!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that everyone is having fun at some awesome party and isn't spending new year's at home with their parents. i think the only way i've been surviving tonight is taht i'm somewhat drunk right now thanks to the $10 bottle of champagne that my father bought for the night. new year's in san antonio sucks. it's foggy thus not allowing me to see the fireworks that i can normally view from our balcony. sucks. so lame. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i wanna makeouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ugh. i hate new year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my mom hss just informed me of an uncut south park movie. they're saying "fuck" on tv! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year's in new york next year. i'm kissing someone at midnight next year. who's with me. you? awesome. see you in a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113609609996751177?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113609609996751177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113609609996751177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113609609996751177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113609609996751177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-years.html' title='happy new year&apos;s.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113561232962748318</id><published>2005-12-26T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T10:52:09.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oy.</title><content type='html'>This morning as I made my way to the breakfast table to join my parents as they read the newspaper, my mom informed me of some trouble that San Antonio's very own celebrity couple, Eva Longoria and Tony Parker, got into. It involved Tony not moving his car when asked by a cop and then Eva yelling racial slurs at the cop. Anyways, I was expecting to have to dig through the San Antonio Express-News to find the &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysanantonio.com/news/metro/stories/MYSA122605.1A.evatony.875f2ce.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;, but I didn't have to. It was the top headline on the front page. And I'm not really surprised that it's the top headline because well, this IS San Antonio, but I suppose it's just wishing thinking that the top headline won't be something involving Eva Longoria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysanantonio.com/news/metro/stories/MYSA122605.1A.christmas.worker.875fec6.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; was the headline below that one, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Antonio, ladies and gentlemen. Gotta love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113561232962748318?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113561232962748318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113561232962748318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113561232962748318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113561232962748318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/12/oy.html' title='oy.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113496731997841051</id><published>2005-12-18T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T23:41:59.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dance parties are very, very, very good things. so are friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home is so close! yay! christmas! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113496731997841051?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113496731997841051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113496731997841051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113496731997841051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113496731997841051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/12/dance-parties-are-very-very-very-good.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113448355365742078</id><published>2005-12-13T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T09:19:13.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is everyone in Texas done with finals? How? Jillian's almost done too. I'm not going home until the 23rd. Booooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'll be home in time for Aaron's Christmas party and the amazing food that I've heard so much about. Mmmmmmm. But I'm missing the Labat concert AGAIN which makes me sad cause I really want to sing Christmas songs with my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is AWESOME by the way. Funniest/weirdest group of people you'll ever meet. My mom's cousin gave me $10 for no reason and then she bugged her sister for $10 and then gave me $5. So I made $15 this weekend and I got free dinners and cab rides and I went to the Metropolitan Opera's opening night of Rigoletto and saw The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee and went to MOMA. Family is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have finals. Ahhhhhhhh. I'm ready to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113448355365742078?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113448355365742078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113448355365742078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113448355365742078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113448355365742078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-is-everyone-in-texas-done-with.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113406447751921861</id><published>2005-12-08T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:10:31.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now turn to the person next to you and say, I want you inside me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/IMG_0052.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night all my wildest dreams came true when Michael Showalter gave a lecture at Skirball. And if you don't know who Michael Showalter is, then get out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've never seen Stella live so you can imagine my excitement when I was told that 1/3 of Stella would be speaking at NYU. So one might expect that he would be doing a comedy routine, but no. Well I mean he was funny but it really was a lecture. He stood at a podium and talked about his life and what led him to become a comedian and he talked about when he went to NYU and all this great stuff like where the name Stella came from (which I never knew). Of course many things he said were exaggerated for comic effect. He showed clips too! He opened with one from his guest spot on Law &amp; Order as Alan G., the forensics expert. He also showed a video from what had to be he freshman year at NYU when he was in a comedy troupe called the New Group and it was of him and Michael Ian Black and they looked like gawky teenagers. Actually Showalter still looks like one. Other clips were from The State, a never before seen pilot for a talk show for VH1, The Baxter, and a gag reel from Stella. Joe Lo Truglio came out and helped with something too. The whole thing was really funny and not what I expected. And if you didn't go, then I feel bad for you. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention that I met him? Cause I did. He signed my badge, we shook hands, and then we fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding. We didn't shake hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113406447751921861?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113406447751921861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113406447751921861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113406447751921861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113406447751921861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/12/now-turn-to-person-next-to-you-and-say.html' title='Now turn to the person next to you and say, I want you inside me.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113355493995008333</id><published>2005-12-02T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:22:19.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad went fishing this weekend and my mom forgot I was Mexican...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are these people and what did they do with my parents?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've gone crazy since my brother and I left, that's what happened. Going home in a couple of weeks is going to be interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113355493995008333?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113355493995008333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113355493995008333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113355493995008333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113355493995008333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-dad-went-fishing-this-weekend-and.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113341603058044271</id><published>2005-12-01T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:59:40.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine dining is fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/IMG_0139.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight in honor of Aaron's 21st Birthday, I went uptown for a fine dining experience with him and a few of his Columbia friends. Now, I hadn't had a real fine dining experience in New York until tonight and I'm not gonna lie, I need to do this more often. We went to L'Impero which is located at Tudor City Place right next to the U.N. It was pretty swanky and the proportion of amount of food to cost kind of caused a "huh?" reaction from me, but it was yummy. And sophisticated. I felt like a real grown-up. So, yes, I think I need to hang out with Aaron more often. But not because he has incredible taste and his knowledge of food is impressive and he can cook, but because he's Aaron and he's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, tonight was another Anna + dudes night. Not that I'm complaining, but seriously...Rebecca, I need another dinner with you pronto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Happy 21st, Aaron...I'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, Happy December.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113341603058044271?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113341603058044271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113341603058044271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113341603058044271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113341603058044271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/12/fine-dining-is-fun.html' title='Fine dining is fun.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113319989909275726</id><published>2005-11-28T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:44:59.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They say you're not from Texas, but Texas wants you anyway</title><content type='html'>Did I cry when pretty much everyone but me went home on Wednesday? No.&lt;br /&gt;Did I cry when I talked to my mom and dad on Thanksgiving? No.&lt;br /&gt;Did I cry when I realized this was the first time I wouldn't get to put up Christmas decorations at home? No.&lt;br /&gt;You know when I cried? I cried this morning when I looked at Nata's pictures from Aaron's party and saw that I wasn't in them cause I wasn't home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been updating my blog way too much. And with pointless crap. I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113319989909275726?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113319989909275726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113319989909275726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113319989909275726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113319989909275726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/11/they-say-youre-not-from-texas-but.html' title='They say you&apos;re not from Texas, but Texas wants you anyway'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113306238729880177</id><published>2005-11-26T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:36:46.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell into a burning ring of fire...</title><content type='html'>Walk the Line = really, really great movie. It was a lot better than Ray in case you're like me and maybe 10 others (maybe more) who didn't really like Ray.&lt;br /&gt;Joaquin Phoenix has replaced whoever it was before him, as the love of my life. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Reese Witherspoon was enchanting as well.&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful movie and you should see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113306238729880177?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113306238729880177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113306238729880177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113306238729880177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113306238729880177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-fell-into-burning-ring-of-fire.html' title='I fell into a burning ring of fire...'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113303490111488226</id><published>2005-11-26T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T14:55:01.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh the wonderment of $1 subway fare for the holiday season. &lt;br /&gt;How delightful. How joyous. How glorious.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113303490111488226?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113303490111488226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113303490111488226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113303490111488226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113303490111488226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-wonderment-of-1-subway-fare-for.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113295885280737463</id><published>2005-11-25T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T17:47:32.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible</title><content type='html'>Friendsgiving was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;My Thanksgiving was better than yours.&lt;br /&gt;The boys of 907 are my heroes.&lt;br /&gt;Mom's gonna have to step it up next year if she wants me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://nyu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2005134&amp;I=3f83c&amp;id=802115"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113295885280737463?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113295885280737463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113295885280737463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113295885280737463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113295885280737463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/11/incredible.html' title='Incredible'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113284628026039283</id><published>2005-11-24T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T10:31:20.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill my belly with turkey right now.</title><content type='html'>Why does my body wake me up at 8:30 a.m. when I don't have to get up at 8:30 a.m.? It makes no sense whatsoever and it's REALLY annoying especially when I go to bed at 3:00 a.m. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a happier note, Nick, Steven, and I definitely walked home last night in the first snowfall of the season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so actually they were more like flurries that didn't stick to the ground, but it still counts. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113284628026039283?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113284628026039283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113284628026039283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113284628026039283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113284628026039283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/11/fill-my-belly-with-turkey-right-now.html' title='Fill my belly with turkey right now.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113259054107497142</id><published>2005-11-21T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T11:53:33.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart georgetown</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went to visit Jillian at Georgetown. And it was awesome. I am defintiely a little bit in love with Jillian's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night there was an a capella festival at the school and I'm not gonna lie, good a capella stuff...bit of a turn on. All of the groups were great with the exception of one which I won't mention cause I think they've been embarrassed enough. Some of the songs performed were "Behind These Hazel Eyes", "Mr. Brightside", "All These Things That I've Done", "Papa Don't Preach", "Goldigger" (which was rapped by the whitest white boy by the way), and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we had to get up at 4:15 am because Jillian was working at the Help the Homeless marathon. It was fun except that when we were done at 11:30, I thought it was 3. So my inner clock was completely off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I was introduced to the wonder that is the CORP and their parties. Jillian is part of this student run corporation and that night they were having CORP Golf which is basically going from house to house (hole to hole), taking a shot and leaving to the next hole. I'm not gonna lie, lots of fun. Culminated with a big party at Jillian's friend Frank's house. And the thing is, this starts at 8 and so we were passed out by like 1:00 or something. Jillian thought I was dead cause I wouldn't answer her, which is kind of a scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some memorable points of the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a) This is how I was introduced to people at the beginning of the evening:&lt;br /&gt;Jillian: Hey (so-and-so), this is my friend Anna visiting from New York.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nice to meet you (so-and-so).&lt;br /&gt;b) This is how I was introduced to people later on:&lt;br /&gt;Me: (points to person) Hey! Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;2. Anna-Ana&lt;br /&gt;3. Jillian: Don't cha wish your roommate was HOT like mine?! &lt;br /&gt;4. Completely inappropriate conversations.&lt;br /&gt;5. Speaking perfect Spanish to someone even though I was completely drunk (which has made me come to the conclusion that foreign languages are spoken better when drunk).&lt;br /&gt;6. Waking up the next morning sore from dancing too much.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ivy: So did you see Craig trying to get me to strip last night?&lt;br /&gt;Jillian: Yes, cause I was helping him.&lt;br /&gt;8. "Whatever, I'm over it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few pictures. The rest can be seen on my Facebook album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/georgetown/9f6e226a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Is my unda-wears showing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/georgetown/IMG_0059.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Jillian &amp; Me..smiling like fools...for one reason or another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/georgetown/IMG_0075.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Ivy, Me, &amp; Jillian...close to the end of the evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, weather.com is predicting snow for Thanksgiving, which is kind of exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113259054107497142?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113259054107497142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113259054107497142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113259054107497142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113259054107497142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-heart-georgetown.html' title='i heart georgetown'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/georgetown/th_9f6e226a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877783.post-113190800048109168</id><published>2005-11-13T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T13:53:44.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting lost in el ritmo / He whispers te quiero, te quiero</title><content type='html'>1. I love having a best friend who instead of trying to get you out of a lonely state by saying that you won't be alone forever and there's somebody for everyone, lets you be and understands that sometimes you need a night like that and therefore fuels your mood by sending you silly love songs to listen to on repeat and put up as away messages. Jillian rules. You wish you were her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next weekend is going to be crrrrrazy and awesome and I couldn't be more excited. I'm especially excited for getting up at 5:30 am on Saturday. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a paper to write now. Boooooo!!! But then once it's done, a huge weight will be lifted off of my shoulders. Yaaaaaaaay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm infatuated with "Infatuation" by the way...hahahahaha, oh I'm funny....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113190800048109168?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113190800048109168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113190800048109168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113190800048109168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113190800048109168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/11/getting-lost-in-el-ritmo-he-whispers.html' title='Getting lost in el ritmo / He whispers te quiero, te quiero'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113168624684470555</id><published>2005-11-11T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T00:17:26.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was tearing tickets at the Magik Markers show tonight and talking to this guy who was working with me and here's a bit of the conversation we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: So where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Texas. Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;Me: My mom's from Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Oh where in Jersey?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Oh yea I know Wayne. And where's your dad from?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Mike: So he's Mexican?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Huh, you don't look Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. I haven't heard the whole "you don't look Mexican" thing in a long time. Sometimes I'm annoyed by the comment, sometimes I'm amused, sometimes I just don't care. Tonight I saw it coming from the moment he asked where my dad was from. I just thought, "after I answer this question, he's gonna get a surprised face and say 'you don't look Mexican.'" And he did. What all these people don't know is that what I lack in looks, I gain in dance and accent when I speak Spanish. So there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't like spicy foods though. According to my mom, that's what makes me a strange Mexican/Italian. So I guess I got my taste buds from the Norwegian in me. Anyways, I like ethnology. It's pretty neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113168624684470555?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113168624684470555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113168624684470555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113168624684470555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113168624684470555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-i-was-tearing-tickets-at-magik.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113145446639053809</id><published>2005-11-08T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T07:54:26.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is carols to warm you in the snow...</title><content type='html'>Is it Christmas yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I thought. Just checking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ridiculously excited for Christmas this year. I'm always excited but this time I'm uber excited. It's probably cause I'm not going home for Thanksgiving. Or it could be that Christmas is just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is anyone else anticipating &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0358273/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnx0dD0xfGZiPXV8cG49MHxrdz0xfHE9d2FsayB0aGUgbGluZXxmdD0xfG14PTIwfGxtPTUwMHxjbz0xfGh0bWw9MXxubT0x;fc=1;ft=21;fm=1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; as much as I am. I mean I've been excited about movies coming out before but yea I just can't resist using the word uber again. It just looks so good. And if it's not, I'm going to cry. Seriously. November 18th...I'll be in D.C. but yea after, who's going with me cause this isn't a movie I'm seeing by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113145446639053809?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113145446639053809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113145446639053809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113145446639053809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113145446639053809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-is-carols-to-warm-you-in.html' title='Christmas is carols to warm you in the snow...'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113124598568393717</id><published>2005-11-05T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T19:59:10.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooklyn. Woot.</title><content type='html'>I wasn't going to go out last night. I got back from the movie and was expecting to crash. But lo and behold, house party in Brooklyn. I gotta tell ya, it was tons of fun kids. Just look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Brooklyn%20party/IMG_0038.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Brooklyn%20party/IMG_0039.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Steven sandwich. Mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Brooklyn%20party/IMG_0040.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Me &amp; Ryan &amp; Norway rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Brooklyn%20party/IMG_0041.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Brooklyn%20party/IMG_0042.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Mike touching Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Brooklyn%20party/IMG_0043.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Ryan decided to straddle the banister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Brooklyn%20party/IMG_0044.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Brooklyn%20party/IMG_0045.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; I guess Nick has a problem with paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Brooklyn%20party/IMG_0048.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Brooklyn%20party/IMG_0049.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Alex played me "Since U Been Gone"...what a hunk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113124598568393717?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113124598568393717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113124598568393717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113124598568393717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113124598568393717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/11/brooklyn-woot.html' title='Brooklyn. Woot.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Brooklyn%20party/th_IMG_0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877783.post-113115953140729254</id><published>2005-11-04T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T22:02:33.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an okay guy, by the way.</title><content type='html'>I saw &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://help.blogger.com/bin/answer.py?answer=734"&gt;Shopgirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; tonight. And I can't really write what I thought about it cause I don't really know. It was nice but it left me feeling kind of hmmmm. I DO know that I loved Jason Schwartzman. Everyone talks about how Claire Danes steals the show and I mean she was good but I thought Jason was great. Maybe it's because 1) I really like him anyways and 2) I really like to laugh and he made me laugh every time he came on the screen. So that could be it. But whatever. It wasn't a bad movie. I never realized how hairy Jason Schwartzman was though. Not that that has to do with whether it was good or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think it's quite possible that he could be my soulmate. But I'm not even sure I believe in that stuff anymore. But if did he would be in the running...even though I don't know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's official. I need to get out more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113115953140729254?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113115953140729254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113115953140729254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113115953140729254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113115953140729254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-okay-guy-by-way.html' title='I&apos;m an okay guy, by the way.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113106463486367480</id><published>2005-11-03T19:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T19:37:50.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Selected sentences from an email my mom sent me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for the info on the strike, I read it and yes your president does sound like a dick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was in Lowe's today looking at paint and caulk and they have Christmas stuff on display. Start putting together your Christmas list!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I tell my mom about a friend and she can't remember their name, she names them herself using descriptions I gave. So, for example, Lisa became "your Italian Long Island friend." I love my mom. And I get to see her in 34 days along with MY Italian/Norwegian family. Yay! And I'm going to visit Jillian in 2 weeks! Yay! And they're having an acapella festival when I go. Double Yay! I need a break from New York like whoa and I finally get to have one...in 2 weeks...but I have papers/tests until then so I gotta suck it up and power through. See, I can give myself pep talks. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working the merch table at the Xiu Xiu show tonight. It'll probably be boring cause it's not in the actual auditorium. But maybe a musician will hit on me again...maybe... ;) *giggle* *awkward*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113106463486367480?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113106463486367480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113106463486367480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113106463486367480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113106463486367480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/11/selected-sentences-from-email-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113080649999754501</id><published>2005-10-31T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T19:55:00.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was on the 2nd floor of Kimmel today sitting on one of the couches and reading, and then this couple came and sat on the other side of the couch and basically started making out. Ew. And I mean "ew" as in "get a room, why are you making out in the Kimmel Center? Ew." Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the weekend in bed with a cold and missed Halloween. Boo, it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to go home for the holidays. But I still have about 2 months I think. Sucks. I want to decorate my room for Christmas, though, so if anyone wants to help during the next couple of months, I would love the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Norway. That has nothing to do with anything. I just want to go...Get in touch with my Norwegian side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Lisa today and she made me happy. Yay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113080649999754501?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113080649999754501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113080649999754501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113080649999754501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113080649999754501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-was-on-2nd-floor-of-kimmel-today.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-113028932733524847</id><published>2005-10-25T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T07:02:41.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rory: So apparently, I have to buy the next guy a sweater.</title><content type='html'>1. I think it is quite possible that Gilmore Girls has replaced The O.C. as my favorite show.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tonight's episode was really, really funny. I found myself LOLing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;    a) Richard caught Rory and Logan making out and then told Emily they were "necking." And so they decided they needed to talk to her about sex. So they invited their Reverend over for dinner and left him alone to talk to Rory about how sex is a gift that you give to one guy and you have to give any other guy something else, like a sweater, not sex. And after Rory told him it was too late, she said "Have you see The 40-Year Old Virgin? Cause I think you'd like it."&lt;br /&gt;    b) There were other funny parts. I don't remember but I obnoxiously laughed really loud.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't like this rift between Lorelai and Rory.&lt;br /&gt;4. I would totally marry Luke.&lt;br /&gt;5. I still don't know how I feel about Logan.&lt;br /&gt;6. Jess is going to be in the episode next week!!!!! And I will have a dirty dream about him that night.&lt;br /&gt;7. I want someone to create a custom drink named after me on my 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;8. Please don't make fun of me. And if you watch Gilmore Girls and totally appreciate everything I'm talking about, then you're cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113028932733524847?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113028932733524847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113028932733524847' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113028932733524847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113028932733524847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/10/rory-so-apparently-i-have-to-buy-next.html' title='Rory: So apparently, I have to buy the next guy a sweater.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877783.post-113003323168724373</id><published>2005-10-22T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T21:07:11.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's looking at you, kid.</title><content type='html'>Even though it's only 9:47 pm, I feel as though my Saturday night is over, so that's why I'm going to talk like it's already over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent tonight watching the second half of AFI's "100 Greatest Movie Quotes of All Time." Watching this, I realized there are a lot of movies I have not seen. And a lot of these are classics. And it makes me feel very, um, behind (?), unknowledgeable I think is the word I'm looking for (?) I don't know. I rented Mad Hot Ballroom for tonight and after watching the show, I think I made the wrong choice of movies to rent. Now, I realize that I'm only 20 and I have my entire life to watch them, but I always seem to have this mentality that I'm running out of time and if I don't do it now, I'll never do it. If I don't buy this record now, I'll never buy it. If I don't see this movie now, I'll never see it. If only I had that mindframe for homework, I'd be such a good student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since we're on the subject of classics, I think that Cole Porter and George &amp; Ira Gershwin knew I was going to come into existence when they wrote their music. My love affair with their music has been at an all-time high lately. My love affair with Gershwin came into existence at a very young age...6 I think...when I saw "An American in Paris" with Gene Kelly. Gene Kelly was my hero. I wanted to be one of the little French kids who sang "I Got Rhythm" with him. I wanted to dance and sing and be just like him...and yea, I still do. I don't remember when I fell for Cole Porter. I think his music just fell into my lap one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had time to create a costume, I think I would be one of their songs for Halloween. I'm completely serious. I was thinking Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue". How I would do this, I have no idea. The idea just dawned on me. But if people can be ideas or verbs for Halloween, I should be able to be a song. If anyone has any ideas of how I can be a Cole Porter or Gershwin song for Halloween, your ideas are welcome. I also thought to be Ginger Rogers, but I like the song idea better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-113003323168724373?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/113003323168724373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=113003323168724373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113003323168724373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/113003323168724373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/10/heres-looking-at-you-kid.html' title='Here&apos;s looking at you, kid.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112984018805677624</id><published>2005-10-20T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:29:48.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea, I go into the sea sometimes just to fuck around with the sharks.</title><content type='html'>O.M.F.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So today in my Calculus class, we had a sub. This class is 1 hour and 50 minutes long so you know, the teacher better not suck. Ohhhhhh my friends, the sub was not good. Ok, now, he can't help being French. But he was and the combination of his accent and his deep voice and speaking soft and having no expression on his face didn't help. And you may be thinking, ok, so you couldn't understand him but maybe he was cute? Nope. Wasn't even nice to look at. And this man just dove into the lesson and I think it's quite possible that no one and I mean NO ONE knew what he was talking about. Oh and best part: Alright. So my guess is there are about 30-40 people in the class...when the class was over, there were 9 people left. Yup. People just kept walking out throughout the lecture. I was sitting in the front row and I kept hearing the door open and close and about halfway through, I turned around and just saw a sea of empty chairs. I kind of felt bad for the guy because well if you didn't know you sucked before, a room full of bratty college kids walking out on you has gotta be an indication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, longest 2 hours of my life. Almost stabbed my pencil in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm home listening to Dane Cook. And I still have both my eyes. So yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112984018805677624?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112984018805677624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112984018805677624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112984018805677624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112984018805677624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/10/yea-i-go-into-sea-sometimes-just-to.html' title='Yea, I go into the sea sometimes just to fuck around with the sharks.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112934942526219829</id><published>2005-10-14T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:15:02.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I'm sure many of you have seen the preview for &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0338427/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnx0dD0xfGZiPXV8cG49MHxrdz0xfHE9c2hvcGdpcmx8ZnQ9MXxteD0yMHxsbT01MDB8Y289MXxodG1sPTF8bm09MQ__;fc=1;ft=21;fm=1"&gt;Shopgirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;. Does it bother anyone else that they use Death Cab for Cutie's "The Sound of Settling" in the trailer? I don't know what it is, but for some reason I feel that Death Cab and a Steve Martin movie don't really go together. That song belongs in an episode of "Laguna Beach" not the trailer for a movie like Shopgirl. Eh. Just a random thought. I'm excited to see it anyways. Jason Schwartzman..yea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112934942526219829?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112934942526219829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112934942526219829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112934942526219829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112934942526219829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-im-sure-many-of-you-have-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112908772218161814</id><published>2005-10-11T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T07:36:11.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If there's music in the night, and it's really really right, it's the only thing I need</title><content type='html'>Jamie Cullum @ Irving Plaza, October 11, 2005, Sold Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. These Are The Days&lt;br /&gt;2. Photograph&lt;br /&gt;3. Get Your Way&lt;br /&gt;4. Twentysomething&lt;br /&gt;5. 21st Century Kid&lt;br /&gt;6. London Skies&lt;br /&gt;7. Drum/percussion jam&lt;br /&gt;8. What A Difference A Day Made&lt;br /&gt;9. Back To The Ground&lt;br /&gt;10. Wind Cries Mary&lt;br /&gt;11. All At Sea &gt;&gt; Don't Cha (yes, THAT song)&lt;br /&gt;12. 7 Days To Change Your Life&lt;br /&gt;13. Catch The Sun&lt;br /&gt;14. Frontin'&lt;br /&gt;15. Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;16. High And Dry&lt;br /&gt;Encore:&lt;br /&gt;17. Mind Trick&lt;br /&gt;18. I Could Have Danced All Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first real concert when I was 14. Who it was, we won't share that here because I will be mocked. So that means I've had 6 years of real concert experience. Doesn't seem like much. And it isn't when you think about it. But I've seen some pretty great shows. And yet, Jamie Cullum still remains my number one favorite live performer. I'll try not to go into too many details because frankly I'm not a very good writer, but he is one of the most dynamic performers I've ever seen. His energy onstage is unbeatable. And the connection he has with his audience, the way they feed off of each other, is incredible. Usually when I go to a standing only concert, my feet start to hurt halfway through the opening act and I start to get really hot cause it's so crowded and my mood drops. But last night, I was fine and having an excellent time. He does that to me. He made me forget everything that was bothering me and I was able to sing and dance and just have a great time and fall back in love with him. I came home so happy and on this incredible high that I haven't felt yet this semester and I'm really scared to let that feeling go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, if you like jazz and good beats and piano, I recommend you see Jamie Cullum in concert. Tonight he played for 2 hours, did stuff from his old album, stuff from his new (which came out today) and just rocked it. Maybe I'm biased cause I love his music, but he really does a great live show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/annacl613"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; from the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BlogItemURL&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/annacl613/2004/10/17/"&gt;Last year's show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112908772218161814?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112908772218161814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112908772218161814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112908772218161814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112908772218161814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-theres-music-in-night-and-its.html' title='If there&apos;s music in the night, and it&apos;s really really right, it&apos;s the only thing I need'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112866180234911975</id><published>2005-10-06T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T00:14:56.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someonenextdoor'sfuckingtooneofmysongs</title><content type='html'>tonight was special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a member of the program board, i get to do cool things like work concerts which allows me to get into the shows for free. tonight was regina spektor at skirball. now, i've heard her before but i guess i never really HEARD her. maggie would play her when we lived together but i never really listened. it was more background music. so tonight, i had the opportunity to see her live. and i fell in love. i got to sit in the 3rd row and yell at anyone who tried to sit in the seats that were clearly marked RESERVED. so i basically sat with some of her entourage which i think may have consisted of a manager and family...i don't know. all i know is regina spektor is one of the most adorable creatures on the earth. and her music is really pretty and funny and witty and quirky. and did i mention how cute she is? and how wonderful? and how i'm in love with her now? yay. i love falling in love with new music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell in love with the guy who opened for her, too. his name is &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/michaelleviton"&gt;michael leviton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; and he played nautical love songs on his ukulele. his songs were sweet and quirky and he made me smile. i went up to him after the show, shook his hand, and told him i liked his set. why is it i have no problem going up to cool musicians after shows and yet i can't do that in other situations? actually, i'm doing better. i'm learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the show, i bought falafel and went home and ate it. then i decided to go to the skinny since joe was djing. but i got there and saw justin and nick rizzo and no one else. everyone had left. but then...we went up to see joe and who do i find but mr. joshua schonauer. i love him so much. he just moved back to nyc which is very exciting. he made my first year here so wonderful. best RA i've ever had, hands down. seeing him was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after about maybe a half hour of being there i left. i've found myself kind of over the idea of going out and getting drunk. i just haven't felt like doing it a lot lately. i really don't know what it is. eh whatever. i don't really care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a hot date on saturday. with arielle. i'm going to be girly and cute and we're going to serendipity and probably the movies. yay. i'm excited. hanging out with my freshman...i've found myself doing that a lot lately, being around freshmen (well, considering i have classes with so many)...i kinda hung out with this freshman boy while working the show tonight. real cool kid. maybe i should pretend i'm 18 and start hanging out with freshmen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um...nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112866180234911975?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112866180234911975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112866180234911975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112866180234911975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112866180234911975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/10/someonenextdoorsfuckingtooneofmysongs.html' title='Someonenextdoor&apos;sfuckingtooneofmysongs'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112790938831322234</id><published>2005-09-28T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:42:04.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Austin City Limits" or "I got a fucking cold and barely went to the festival"</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/IMG_0020.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm yea. The Austin trip was fun except for the fact that I got a cold which means I couldn't stand the heat which means I missed a bunch of bands which sucks for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we flew direct to Austin from New York because flights in Houston were cancelled or some junk because of hurricane Rita. The plane was full of hip 20 somethings going down to the festival. It was a really exciting flight actually. The ice bucket on the serving cart fell out and ice flew down the aisle. The hot guy sitting in the row in front of me picked up a piece of ice and tried to give it to me. When I rejected it, he threw it down and refused to talk to me the rest of the flight. Until he decided that the guy in the row in front of him looked like Ben Gibbard and he asked to see my Spin magazine and then tried to tell me that Ben Gibbard was on the plane. Little did he know that I was listening to his conversation. Then he hated me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and his hair picked us up and took us to his dorm. His room is really nice. It's an old building and the rooms have that "we've been lived in since the '50s" look and feel to them. We left him and went to Natalie's who was putting us up for the weekend. And her casita was nice too. Two-story. Real big. We then went "cruisin'" on the drag and ate at Kerby Lane which is open 24 hours and is where are all the UT kids go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, Juan (my brother) called me, said "hey I'm hungry. Come pick me up. We'll go to Juan In A Million. I have class at 1:00." Now, if we were in San Antonio, I would have said something like "no get your own food" but this was an entirely different situation: i had the car and didn't know where to go to eat. So yes. Juan In A Million. Little Mexican restaurant on Cesar Chavez. It's owned by a guy named Juan (not my brother, duh) and he stands at the door and shakes the hand of every person that comes in. Little hole in the wall Mexican places...gotta love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't really any bands I wanted to see on Friday except for Lyle Lovett. I kind of wanted to see Spoon. Maggie wanted to see Mates of State. But we were really tired/lazy to go. But we went to Lyle Lovett. We made it pretty close to the front side of the stage. He was good and I was having fun up until about a 1/2 hour had gone by when I felt like I was going to pass out. Realizing that I hadn't had anything to eat since the morning I went to get food. I came back and he was still talking from when I left. So we left. He was good and all but 1) he was doing more talking than playing &amp; 2) i was feeling sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I woke up miserable. I had a head cold. I got all emotional for reasons I can't explain. It could have been the fact that my parents were coming to see me. They came. They took Juan's car to get fixed and then they took me, Maggie, and Natalie out to breakfast at Magnolia Cafe. I felt like a little kid who wanted her mommy. And I did. When I'm sick, I like her to take care of me. And she did. For the few hours she was there. They got me my drugs and we rested at Natalie's. After about an hour, I felt ok to go to the festival. I wanted to see Death Cab for Cutie and maybe check out some other bands. We got there for Built to Spill, made it up to the front, and the heat took over my body and I felt like I was going to pass out again. So I went and sat in the shade while they played. Before Death Cab, Maggie and I went to get fruit which I thought revitalized me. Death Cab came on and I lasted maybe 2 or 3 songs before I had to sit down again. Pathetic. I left early with Natalie and basically rested and watched Sex in the City and then fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the big day. Everyone was playing Sunday. I wanted to see Tristan Prettyman, Rilo Kiley, Jason Mraz, and Coldplay. I missed Tristan. I missed Rilo. Then I somehow had this moment of "I can't miss Jason. We're going now." We got there about 15 minutes into Jason's set. I rushed across the park to see him at his stage, got there, felt like I was going to pass out, went to get water and sat in front of the giant fan at the cooling station and just listened for about 3 songs. Went back to the water place, bought a bottle and they sprayed me with water which actually cooled me down long enough for me to push my way near the front to watch the rest of Jason's set. I love him. He was signing afterwards and I felt ok to wait in line. But after waiting for awhile, they came and told us that he cancelled the signing because he was suffering from the heat. I felt his pain. And I felt sorry for him. And it made me feel like we had a connection. We are really white geeks who are bothered by extreme heat. We're perfect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aside from everything it wasn't so bad. It gave me a break from school and made me get real behind at the same time. And I got to see Natalie who I think I'm a little bit in love with and meet her roommates who I think I fell a little bit in love with. And I got to see my mommy and papi who I love like always. It was just a big ole love fest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112790938831322234?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112790938831322234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112790938831322234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112790938831322234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112790938831322234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/09/austin-city-limits-or-i-got-fucking.html' title='&quot;Austin City Limits&quot; or &quot;I got a fucking cold and barely went to the festival&quot;'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112706229108405033</id><published>2005-09-18T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T11:51:31.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost here!!!!</title><content type='html'>Picture this: Sept. 23-25. Austin, TX. Sleeping on the floor of Natalie's casita. Waking up 3 days in a row to travel to Zilker Park so I can walk around in the hot Texas heat to see the likes of Coldplay, Wilco, Lyle Lovett and his Large Band, Spoon, Death Cab for Cutie, Jason Mraz, Rilo Kiley, Tristan Prettyman, and so much more. Seeing my parents. Seeing my brother. Possibly running into people I haven't seen in forever and having to make awkward conversation. Finding time to drive around Austin and explore the city I wish I lived in. Leaving happy and fulfilled yet sad and wishing it wasn't over. ----- I can't wait!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112706229108405033?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112706229108405033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112706229108405033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112706229108405033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112706229108405033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-almost-here.html' title='It&apos;s almost here!!!!'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112641940588257795</id><published>2005-09-11T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T01:22:18.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday Joe!!</title><content type='html'>I would like to take this blog entry to wish Joe a very, very Happy 21st Birthday (again)!!!! Tonight was a lot of fun. Many a person gathered at Odessa to ring in this incredibly special occasion. I really loved seeing all of my friends. I'm going to repeat this again and again: I'm so happy to be back here with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Joes21stBirthday/IMG_0039.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Byron kissing my head (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Joes21stBirthday/IMG_0040.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; My $2 Monday night movie at Cantor partner in crime, Jonah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Joes21stBirthday/IMG_0041.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; The lovely Maggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Joes21stBirthday/IMG_0042.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Everyone get your camera ready!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Joes21stBirthday/IMG_0043_1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Blaire, Maggie, Jimmy, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Joes21stBirthday/IMG_0044.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Byron wanting his fries &amp; being comforted by Joe &amp; Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Joes21stBirthday/IMG_0045.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Me and Joe, the Birthday boy! Yay! Yay! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Joes21stBirthday/IMG_0046.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Byron and his fries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112641940588257795?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112641940588257795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112641940588257795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112641940588257795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112641940588257795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-21st-birthday-joe.html' title='Happy 21st Birthday Joe!!'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a119/annalarain/Joes21stBirthday/th_IMG_0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877783.post-112637176255178832</id><published>2005-09-10T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T06:42:11.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night was so much fuuuuuuuuuuuun!</title><content type='html'>Last night I went out with Maggie, Mike, and Nick. I arrived at the boys' house to a jam session. I provided some bad drumming while the others sang and played to Sufjan. I think Mike's dead on Bob Dylan impression was the highlight of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then made our way to a party hosted by Maggie and Mike's friend Rob. Maggie got yelled at by Rob's roommate. And the pictures are just self-explanatory. All of the 4 of us with the exception of the one of Andy. Lots of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the house at about 1:30 or something and while Mike slept on the couch, Maggie, Nick, and I listened to middle school dance songs and sang and it was awesome. I think Nick is my hero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a bed to sleep in and being that Mike was on the couch, I figured I could sleep in his bed. However, Sam Pipp was sleeping on the futon in Mike's room so I waited a while to go in for the fear of walking in on him naked or something. Once I was sure he was asleep, I went in and awkwardly, nervously, and stiffly slept in Mike's bed. I woke up at around 8 and just lied there for about an hour figuring that no one else was awake. Maggie walked in at around 9 to get me out of bed and a confused Sam sat up and looked at Maggie and then saw me jumping out of Mike's bed. I suppose it was a very weird sight for him to see. I couldn't stop laughing on the subway ride home. I can only imagine what was going through his mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112637176255178832?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112637176255178832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112637176255178832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112637176255178832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112637176255178832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-night-was-so-much-fuuuuuuuuuuuun.html' title='Last night was so much fuuuuuuuuuuuun!'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112605564199056047</id><published>2005-09-06T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:14:01.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Schooooooooool!</title><content type='html'>Last night as an end to my summer, I went to The SKINnY to see Joe dj and see everyone whom I haven't seen since May and some that I have. Joe played some really great tunes. It was really nice to see everyone and I had fun. I haven't set up this computer so I can upload pics yet, but you can go &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/annacl613"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; and click on "Labor Day @ The SKINnY" to see pics from last night. &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://newyorkasnick.com"&gt;Nick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; has some great pics too. I was also walked home by 5 strapping young men last night. I felt safe and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was first day of school! OMGOMGOMGOMG. I felt like a freshman. Really I did. But Sam Pipp is in my Metropolitan Studies class so it's nice to have that familiar face. All my classes are going to take a lot of hard work and studying so I apologize in advance not only to everyone but to myself as well if I decline many a fun function this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to my Calculus class, I was sure that it was going to be completely full of freshmen and maybe a couple of sophomores. But then I felt a tap on my shoulder. And it was Rocco! That kid is so nice. And he's a music business kid and I'm really glad I have a class with him. And then the class started and I realized that I took Pre-Calculus 2 years ago and I felt really old and unaware of what was going on. But I like math so I think I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think this semester will be ok. I'm glad I decided to stay afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112605564199056047?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112605564199056047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112605564199056047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112605564199056047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112605564199056047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/09/omg-schooooooooool.html' title='OMG Schooooooooool!'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112593825126748684</id><published>2005-09-05T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T11:37:31.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm actually excited about school starting tomorrow. But I guess when you had the summer I had, you'd be excited to do just about anything that didn't involve sitting at home all day. I'm taking freshmen classes which makes me feel little and nervous and blah blah blah. That's what I get for changing majors halfway through my college career. I'm never going to leave this damn place, am I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first week back has been nice. I saw Nick, Mike, Justin, &amp; Byron's house in Brooklyn. I like it. It's really nice and bigger than I expected. And not as far as I thought it was. The world's just full of surprises!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Our Lady Peace on Thursday and it was really good. I didn't really know what to expect and I was pleasantly surprised. I think the audience was one of the best ones I've ever been in. I was probably the only one not singing and that was only because I didn't know the words to any of the songs. But I danced and I suppose that's just as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to Water Street to see Lisa and Jay. They're so nice. I was very excited to see them last night. Jay's room setup is just awesome. His light-up guitar wall clock is beautiful. And he has The Adventures of Pete and Pete on DVD. I haven't see that show in so long. It's messed up man. And it's great. I also met the most conservative person I've ever known...and I'm from Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a closing note: There's a Ben &amp; Jerry's underneath my building. This will be the death of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112593825126748684?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112593825126748684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112593825126748684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112593825126748684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112593825126748684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-im-actually-excited-about-school.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112546275186620367</id><published>2005-08-30T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:32:31.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back*Back*Back*Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before I travel is never a good one for me. I can never seem to get a decent night's sleep. Traveling stresses me out. Therefore, I only got 2 hours of sleep last night. I awoke at 5:30 AM to catch my 7:10 flight to Houston and from there Nueva York. Everything was delightfully on time (this was probably the least stressful flight I have ever had). My plane got into New York 20 minutes early! So awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alumni...what can I say about it. The room is small but I don't need a lot of room, although it would be nice if I could bring my piano stand but alas there isn't room for it. My problem with the place is it's really dirty. The carpet in my room has some questionable stains on it (but now I have an excuse to by a pretty rug) and yea ewww, the place looks as if it hasn't been cleaned in quite awhile. I'm sure I'll get antsy this week and clean the entire thing. Anyways, I basically came here, hooked up my computer and internet, and went to Maggies. Its cute. We talked and had a jolly ole' time. Oooooh and she gave me my birthday present which may be one of the best presents I've ever gotten. She got me a bunch of records and they will definitely be listened to once I have access to a record player. And I get the records back cause I left them with her. Come Christmas, we will all be sitting together, drinking hot chocolate, and listening to Robert Goulet's Christmas album...yes you read that right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lounged at her apartment for 2 hours. I ate falafel and tired not to make a mess. Met Jack. Nice guy. Cute. And then the 3 of us went to see The Baxter. It was nice. I laughed. I love Mr. Michael Showalter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I ran some errands and ate some bad food. Joe called and I went over to Broome and watched the end of Stella and The Daily Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I nice first day back. And now the lack of sleep has caught up with me and I am crashing. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112546275186620367?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112546275186620367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112546275186620367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112546275186620367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112546275186620367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/08/backbackbackback-night-before-i-travel.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112536660619519432</id><published>2005-08-29T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:04:44.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me: Mom, I burned you the new Coldplay / Mom: You know how I know you're gay?</title><content type='html'>I think my mom thought that part of The 40 Year-Old Virgin was the funniest thing ever. So now everytime I mention Coldplay...yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last night she and I watched the VMA's. And these were my favorite "Mom moments":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mom singing along during Green Day's performance.&lt;br /&gt;* "I want to be a punk-rocker! In my next life, I'm going to be a punk-rocker."&lt;br /&gt;* "I want to see more punk-rock. Who else is performing, anymore punk rock?"&lt;br /&gt;* In reference to Orlando Bloom: "He IS lovely."&lt;br /&gt;* "Oh I like Usher. He's so cute." (Usher gets onstage to present some performance thing) "Oh let Usher dance! I want to see him do something, he's so good."&lt;br /&gt;* "Hoes. More hoes."&lt;br /&gt;* "Puff Daddy, shut up. Go away."&lt;br /&gt;* "Mariah Carey, shut up. Go away."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112536660619519432?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112536660619519432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112536660619519432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112536660619519432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112536660619519432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/08/me-mom-i-burned-you-new-coldplay-mom.html' title='Me: Mom, I burned you the new Coldplay / Mom: You know how I know you&apos;re gay?'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112494793904172030</id><published>2005-08-24T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T00:50:34.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you know you're stunning, you're absolutely stunning</title><content type='html'>i wish i was a really pretty acoustic guitar playing surfer &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tristanprettyman.com"&gt;chick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; in love with a really cute, geeky, acoustic guitar playing &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jasonmraz.com"&gt;guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; who makes shirts at &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neighborhoodies.com"&gt;neighborhoodies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; declaring his adoration for me or that promote me as a musician and we can write songs together and sing them together and be so in love love love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i can just see them in &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.austincitylimits.com"&gt;concert&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; in exactly one month!!!!!!! woohoo!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112494793904172030?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112494793904172030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112494793904172030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112494793904172030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112494793904172030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-know-youre-stunning-youre.html' title='you know you&apos;re stunning, you&apos;re absolutely stunning'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112482285313993309</id><published>2005-08-23T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T13:48:20.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giant cowboy boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week&lt;br /&gt;1 week&lt;br /&gt;1 week&lt;br /&gt;1 week&lt;br /&gt;1 week&lt;br /&gt;1 week&lt;br /&gt;1 week&lt;br /&gt;1 week&lt;br /&gt;1 week&lt;br /&gt;1 week&lt;br /&gt;1 week&lt;br /&gt;1 week&lt;br /&gt;1 week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just have to find something to do for that entire time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112482285313993309?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112482285313993309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112482285313993309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112482285313993309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112482285313993309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/08/giant-cowboy-boots-1-week-1-week-1.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112468220154777700</id><published>2005-08-21T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:04:40.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will be your Cinderella, if you'll be my cowboy man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0070.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0070.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my end of summer trip to Gruene today. Texas boys are hot. Especially the ones who work at Gristmill...I fell in love maybe 10 times today. I'm definitely not ruling out moving back to Texas after I graduate...as long as it's Austin and it's an awesome job. But I'm practically a freshman again so yea who knows what's to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mom and I got to Gruene, there was really good blues music coming from Gruene Hall. I was really hungry though so we went to go eat and then I thought to go to the hall afterward to check out the music. But when we were done they weren't playing so we went to go walk around and we went to the Music &amp; Art Museum only to discover it's sad state since they're closing. We walked in and everything was taken down and there was a drumset and guitar onstage just waiting for someone to play them. The gift shop was having a close out sale and everything was 1/2 off. It would've been cool if the instruments were too. Anyways, as we were walking to the car, the music from the hall started up again and I got sad and wanted to go back and listen but we were about ready to pass out from the heat. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my brother's friends came over tonight. And now the house smells like cologne. He has really cute friends. And I feel it's really wrong that I'm saying that. I mean they are 18 so it's not like there's anything wrong with it...but they're my brother's friends and that's just...*shudder*. I feel like Nata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Jillian today. I picked up the phone just as it was ending the ring and she starts yelling "you answered your phone!!! You never answer it!!!" It was real funny. And she told me I'm going to visit her in October since Jason Mraz is playing at Georgetown. No objection here. I like when people force me to visit them. I feel very loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112468220154777700?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112468220154777700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112468220154777700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112468220154777700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112468220154777700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-will-be-your-cinderella-if-youll-be.html' title='I will be your Cinderella, if you&apos;ll be my cowboy man'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112450937537993196</id><published>2005-08-19T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:42:55.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The funniest &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0405422/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; I have ever seen. No lie. My throat hurts I laughed so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112450937537993196?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112450937537993196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112450937537993196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112450937537993196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112450937537993196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/08/funniest-movie-i-have-ever-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112440060376778599</id><published>2005-08-18T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T16:51:14.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hear she's kicking ass across the board</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/mikerebeccaanna.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/mikerebeccaanna.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 days...wwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother came home. It seems that the only time we can speak civilized to each other is when the conversation goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan: Hey, did you get any new cds.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, yea but I don't know if you want them.&lt;br /&gt;Juan: Can I look?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;(we proceed to my room. he sits in front of my collection and stares.)&lt;br /&gt;Juan: Do you have The Who?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Juan: Can I have that...and can I have Marvin Gaye...and Stevie Wonder...and The Shins...and The Killers...and that Ryan Adams...and what about the new Jason Mraz?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You hate him.&lt;br /&gt;Juan: Yea...but he's gonna be at ACL.&lt;br /&gt;Me: In my car.&lt;br /&gt;Juan: Anything else in the car?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lyle Lovett and Stevie Ray Vaughan.&lt;br /&gt;Juan: Um...ok I'll go look.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I need your new ones.&lt;br /&gt;Juan: They're all on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Burn them for me then.&lt;br /&gt;Juan: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Civilized. If only every conversation we had was about music. Life would be so peaceful. No more "fuck you" or "shit" or "asshole" or "bitch." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112440060376778599?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112440060376778599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112440060376778599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112440060376778599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112440060376778599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-hear-shes-kicking-ass-across-board.html' title='I hear she&apos;s kicking ass across the board'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112416322414909822</id><published>2005-08-15T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:55:51.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG I went out with people! Shocking...</title><content type='html'>Me: It's too loud.&lt;br /&gt;Annette: I know.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I feel like people are invading my space.&lt;br /&gt;Annette: dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to Pappasitos with my group of friends. I got there first because I'm freakishly always on time. And because I'm so predictable, Annette knew I would be the first one there and so I got to reserve the table. Anyways it was fun. Here are pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0117.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0117.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike, Nathan (the only guy currently on my eternal crush list), &amp; Aaron (my fellow New York academic &amp; favorite Columbia kid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0118.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0118.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staci, Me, &amp; Erica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0119.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0119.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky &amp; Annette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0120.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0120.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis &amp; Annette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0121.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0121.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt (he covered his cell phone with a Krispy Kreme bupper sticker! I gave him points for his creativity...but no one understands why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0125.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0125.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan &amp; Aaron...total studs...I'm sorry for using the word studs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0128.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0128.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette &amp; Me &amp; my shiny face wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0129.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0129.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigod group photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0130.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0130.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan &amp; Me (this young man always tells me to have fun in New York and be careful and safe up there...can you see why he's on the list?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0131.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0131.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Aaron...yay New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I got to see them. I've felt really depressed/sad/confused this summer and seeing them made me a bit happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I miss Nina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112416322414909822?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112416322414909822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112416322414909822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112416322414909822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112416322414909822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/08/omg-i-went-out-with-people-shocking.html' title='OMG I went out with people! Shocking...'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112373075618174843</id><published>2005-08-10T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:46:56.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could I *be* any more bored?</title><content type='html'>Where I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0113.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0113.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I'd like to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/newyork.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/newyork.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I'd like to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/rebeccamikeanna.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/rebeccamikeanna.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/maggieanna.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/maggieanna.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/byronjoe.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/byronjoe.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/annajustin.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/annajustin.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/nicknickmikeanna.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/nicknickmikeanna.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish she would come home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/annajillian.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/annajillian.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have an impromptu dance party where Maggie falls to the ground and exclaims:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/maggiestomachlining.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/maggiestomachlining.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where I put on my cowboy hat and do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/anna%20dancing.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/anna%20dancing.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I did today: I went to the dentist then Borders then Starbucks then JoAnn Fabrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112373075618174843?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112373075618174843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112373075618174843' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112373075618174843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112373075618174843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/08/could-i-be-any-more-bored.html' title='Could I *be* any more bored?'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877783.post-112347619265919368</id><published>2005-08-07T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:20:38.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I apologize Ms. Jackson...Oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/anna%26juan89a.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/anna%26juan89a.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at this picture and wish I was little again. My brother was so sweet. What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to his 8th grade reunion on Friday. Basically I was the only sibling of anyone there. My mom and I talked with the other parents many of whom I have known forever. One mother ran up to me, threw her arms around me and said "Here she is!!!!" and then her voice got really low and she said "Ok. Now WHAT are you doing up there?" I told her and she screamed "You're back where you were 4 years ago!! You're doing what you wanted! Alright!" And then she saw my tote bag that says "I Dig Music" and she smiled and calmly said "That's SO you. SO you!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mother there was my 5th grade teacher. She's one of the sweetest people I know. She also happens to be the aunt of a former male classmate of mine. She was telling me about the boys and what they're all up to and it made me miss middle school. As awkward as those years were, there are a few times I wish I could go back. And then there are times when I wish some things never happened. Anyways she told me I should give her nephew a call to get together with him and the boys. As much as I would like to do that, it would also be really weird. I think the last time I really hung out with them was Semi-Formal sophomore year and that was one of the best times I had at a dance. I remember me and Jillian sitting across from James, Eric, and Daniel and not eating any of our dinner cause we were laughing so much. And riding to the dance in Vanessa's ginormous van and laughing at them doing an impression of what their school's coach would sound like singing "Ms. Jackson" and Daniel telling me how their principal (whose daughter I know from middle school) went up to him and this is the conversation that followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Saenz: So Daniel, I hear you're going to Incarnate Word's Semi-Formal.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Yes, I'm going with my friend Anna.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Saenz: Oh yes, I remember her...she has the most beautiful hair I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: (awkward pause) yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/jillvanessaanna.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/jillvanessaanna.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jillian, Vanessa, and Me. I don't know what I'm doing there. I think my mom may have told me to stand up straight so I decided that meant lifting up my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that many of the people who read this blog have NO idea who these people are or what I'm talking about. But I've been really nostalgic these past few days. For serious. I took out my old yearbooks from Holy Spirit and started looking at them wishing I was little again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I'm so weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112347619265919368?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112347619265919368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112347619265919368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112347619265919368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112347619265919368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-apologize-ms-jacksonoh.html' title='I apologize Ms. Jackson...Oh.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112321801856019898</id><published>2005-08-04T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T00:13:23.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But didn't they HATE each other?</title><content type='html'>I had a friend request on thefacebook today from a girl who I haven't seen/spoken to since 8th grade. I think she and I may have been best friends one year seeing I had a different best friend every year (but that's a whole other story). This made me think about my Holy Spirit years. I was seeing how pretty much all of us are friends with each other on thefacebook and I thought it was really funny because when we were all together at Holy Spirit, we were definitely not all friends. I think about 75% of my 8th grade class went to this one high school together and were all best friends there (or so it seemed). I think by the time I graduated there were only 2 of us in my graduating class who went to Holy Spirit (and I think we started with something like 8). I just remember some of the girls being really cruel to each other in middle school and now they're friends on thefacebook. Eh. Not really important. I just think it's amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's class is totally different. Tomorrow there's a reunion for his 8th grade class. My mom and I are going, too. My class never had a reunion. Unless they did and I wasn't invited...bitches...but I was invited to go with them to Europe one year but since I had gone the year before...you see where this is going. My mom didn't tell me of this invite until a month or 2 after it was issued. She got a call from one of the boys' mothers inviting me and my mom and blah blah blah you know where this is going. It was nice though. I liked the boys' mothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112321801856019898?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112321801856019898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112321801856019898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112321801856019898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112321801856019898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/08/but-didnt-they-hate-each-other.html' title='But didn&apos;t they HATE each other?'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112295316897104625</id><published>2005-08-01T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:42:49.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, hey look. I'm holdin' his hand. Heh, heh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0037_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0037_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning at 8:45 my dad waltzed into my room and asked "Are you ready?"...the obvious answer was "no." I was in my pajamas, in my bed, snuggled tight. "Well I'm ready" he replied. I got out of bed, put on some clothes, and was ready. On the way to the airport my dad told me things like "if those jeans you like look good, go ahead and buy them. I want you to look good." and "take your time with things, don't rush into anything." Now with the latter, I thought he was talking about school or life or something. And then he said, "you know what I mean? I didn't get married til I was 36." (pause) "But mom was 29, which is a good age." My dad likes to do these sneak future relationship/marriage talks with me. He likes to tell me things like "marry a guy with a good job," "marry someone a few years older, well established," and the new "don't rush into marriage." Right, because I have so many gentlemen callers just waiting to take my hand in marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my mom's office today and filed and did manual labor and watched CNBC. Geez those people are nerds. Mom included. She taught me about bonds today and now I feel smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom picked me up after my Spanish class and even though we have tons of original restaurants on the Riverwalk, I chose Hard Rock Cafe. I like it. It's loud, but fun. They played Bruce Springsteen videos, Duran Duran, etc. Some really bad, some really good. And then they start showing this video from a live show and my worst fear came true...Nickelback. I started freaking out and just cringing and my mom started laughing. I literally almost felt sick to my stomach. Ewwwwww. Thinking about it now makes me cringe. *shudder* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I fell in love today at Hard Rock. The host. He had a mohawk and a cute smile and nice eyes. I never thought I would fall for a guy with a mohawk. Awwww but I like him. *smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112295316897104625?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112295316897104625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112295316897104625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112295316897104625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112295316897104625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/08/hey-hey-look-im-holdin-his-hand-heh.html' title='Hey, hey look. I&apos;m holdin&apos; his hand. Heh, heh.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112252689692867553</id><published>2005-07-27T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T00:24:25.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of random things that have nothing to do with each other. Joy for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0015.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The entrance to my high school. I kinda wish I was sitting at the picnic table in the circle talking with friends. But yea I'm not so whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was talking to this lady in my Spanish class who has a 9 year-old daughter at St. Anthony's. She was telling me how she's in the choir there and how they do Light-The-Way every year. I got really excited and told her how my high school choir did that too. And I miss it. :( I want to sing Christmas carols at Central Market and go caroling and go to D.C. and sing at the White House...&lt;br /&gt;When Arielle starts at NYU we're going to annoy everyone we know during Christmas time by singing every Christmas carol known to man only using soprano and mezzo parts so the songs will sound all botched and incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my phone is programmed to whenever any of my family calls it just goes "ring ring" and when anyone else calls it does the "beach" ring. The "beach" ring never makes an appearance. And that makes me sad sometimes cause I know people whose phone always rings. But anyways. It did "beach" ring today. "Beach" ring always frightens me because I never expect it. I assumed it was a) a wrong number or b) that general number that comes up whenever my parents call from the office. But it wasn't either. It was Maggie. And it made me soooooooooooooo happy. She got the "Texas in a Box" box that I sent her for her birthday. And she loved it. And I got happy. And then we proceeded to talk and talk and talk and giggle and giggle and giggle. It was so weird hearing her voice. I haven't heard it in FOREVER and I'm ashamed to say that it was like I forgot what her voice sounded like. Anyways I love when people call me. Even if I don't answer and I just see "1 missed call" and then I click "show" and it displays (name) and I go :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my parents decided that when I go to Austin in September that my brother is going to have to give me the car for the weekend. Which rocks. Unfortunately he doesn't know this yet and he's going to fight it. But he'll lose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my mother has informed me that she, my grandparents, and my Aunt Anna may be invading New York in early December which would make me incredibly happy and giddy with joy to the world. Ross also says he's going to visit sometime too because he has 3 places to stay: with either me, Aaron, or his friend so-and-so whose name I do not recall. I can bet any amount of money that he won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a closing note, I am 90.02% sure that I'm returning August 30. So start planning that giant "OMG Anna is back yay yay yay" party. Plz. Thnx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I wish it was Christmas. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112252689692867553?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112252689692867553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112252689692867553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112252689692867553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112252689692867553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/07/lot-of-random-things-that-have-nothing.html' title='A lot of random things that have nothing to do with each other. Joy for you.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112217902686636415</id><published>2005-07-23T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:23:46.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You have really nice veins.</title><content type='html'>Apparently I have really nice veins for sticking IVs into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I vaguely remember from Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being put to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;2. Needles injecting my gums with anesthesia.&lt;br /&gt;3. Something being put in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;4. Waking up.&lt;br /&gt;5. Being put in a wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;6. Being wheeled out the back way and giddily saying: "Hehehehe you're wheeling me out the back way so I don't scare the other patients, huh? Hehehehe."&lt;br /&gt;7. Almost hitting my head on the car door and saying thank you 100 times to the nurse who wheeled me out (I wanted to make sure she heard me).&lt;br /&gt;8. Discussing IV's with my mom and her telling me how when she had to go into the hospital the time she miscarried, they couldn't find a vein. And then I asked her how many months she was when she lost him and she told me and I started crying. Like balling and apologizing and telling her how sorry I was that that happened to her. And then I don't remember the rest of the car ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and watched Season 1 of "The Office" then passed out. Then watched "Gilmore Girls" then passed out. Then watched "Mean Girls" then passed out and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel shitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112217902686636415?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112217902686636415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112217902686636415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112217902686636415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112217902686636415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-have-really-nice-veins.html' title='You have really nice veins.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112182708827171585</id><published>2005-07-19T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:38:55.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>The other night I was talking to my mom about friendship and my past friends. And she made the point to say how I've gone through a lot of friends. And then I got really depressed. It made me question my ability to be a good friend and made me think that there was something wrong with me. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also. DVDs and DVD players have this great little function called "stop". There's also a thing called a "pause" button. And the point of these buttons is so you can stop the movie and come back to it ANYTIME you want. So if let's say someone invites you to get a hamburger and hang out with them for just like 30 minutes to an hour top, you can stop the movie. And then when we're done, you can go back to watching your precious DVD and we don't have to see each other for another month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my road rage has gotten really bad and today I was unaware of how fast I was going. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go watch Stella now and go "hahahahahahahahaha"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112182708827171585?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112182708827171585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112182708827171585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112182708827171585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112182708827171585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/07/grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112129085932086307</id><published>2005-07-13T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:40:59.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cockroaches?</title><content type='html'>So I went to the allergist today to find out what I'm allergic to (duh). My back was covered in about 55 drops of stuff and then each drop was poked with a needle. I was poked in the back with a needle 55 times. And I only reacted to 4 of the drops. 3 types of trees and cockroaches...I'm allergic to cockroaches. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on an even more random note, the manager of my parents office = &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/theoffice/characters/profile_david.shtml"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112129085932086307?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112129085932086307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112129085932086307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112129085932086307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112129085932086307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/07/cockroaches.html' title='Cockroaches?'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112079313195131231</id><published>2005-07-07T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T22:36:32.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien machines are going to emerge from the ground and vaporize me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0055.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0055.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;War of the Worlds. In my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A storm is looming. I swear if there isn't a huge storm tonight I'm going to be very upset. I mean c'mon. Those are storm clouds. Either that or we're under attack like in War of the Worlds (which I thought was awesome by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of neat stuff going on New York. Maggie just signed all her paper stuff for her apartment. Joe is making his DJ debut. Justin &amp; Mike are probably throwing some mad bash. Nick is returning soon. Rebecca has her band with shows and all. I miss my friends. Lame. Laaaaaaaaaaaame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting oral surgery in a couple of weeks. And even though it's like a minor procedure or what not (to remove 3 of my embedded wisdom teeth), I'm scared shitless. However, in the words of my mom: "hey, you get to be high and eat pudding all weekend and be waited on by me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is funny. When we were looking at the x-rays with the surgeon and explaining to him what my dentist is trying to do to fill in my gap and what not, he didn't look too convinced/thought my dentist was crazy. Yea. I'm starting to think that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112079313195131231?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112079313195131231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112079313195131231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112079313195131231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112079313195131231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/07/alien-machines-are-going-to-emerge.html' title='Alien machines are going to emerge from the ground and vaporize me.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112044342577532854</id><published>2005-07-03T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T21:17:32.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Electricity makes me INSANE!</title><content type='html'>Tonight I saw &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099329/"&gt;Cry-Baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; for the first time ever. That is the best movie I have ever seen...for what it is. You have to see it to understand. All I have to say is that I really want to believe that that was Johnny Depp singing, even though it totally wasn't. I loved him before but now he is my undying hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112044342577532854?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112044342577532854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112044342577532854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112044342577532854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112044342577532854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/07/electricity-makes-me-insane.html' title='Electricity makes me INSANE!'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112033798748462732</id><published>2005-07-02T15:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T16:18:51.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoplifters are beaten and kicked and then turned over to the police.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0029.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0029.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band parking only. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to one of my absolute favorite places ever: &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gruenetexas.com/"&gt;Gruene, TX.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; It's turned into a huge tourist attraction which is annoying, but I still love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbmuseum.org/"&gt;Museum of Art and Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt; has an Austin City Limits exhibit going on right now. This year marks the 30th anniversary of the festival. The exhibit is of photographs from all 3 decades. It's really neat and the pictures are beautiful. Photography and music. Two of my favorite things combined into one. I love it. This museum visit just made me even more excited for the festival. It's going to rock so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_00321.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_00321.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112033798748462732?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112033798748462732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112033798748462732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112033798748462732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112033798748462732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/07/shoplifters-are-beaten-and-kicked-and.html' title='Shoplifters are beaten and kicked and then turned over to the police.'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112028054212346149</id><published>2005-07-02T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:10:18.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer breeze, makes me feel fine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_00302.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_00302.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty. Texas is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a crush on a boy. blah. blah. blah. nothing new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it time for me to move back yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112028054212346149?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112028054212346149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112028054212346149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112028054212346149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112028054212346149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/07/summer-breeze-makes-me-feel-fine.html' title='Summer breeze, makes me feel fine...'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-112001855934232424</id><published>2005-06-28T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T23:24:46.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0103.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0103.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wish I was in the left lane. I really want to go to Austin. Like really, really badly. I don't know why. I searched for concerts yesterday that I could possibly go to in Austin. Didn't have too much luck. But nevermind. I will find a reason. If my brother liked me then I could hang out with him. But alas he doesn't. Waaaaaaaaaahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-112001855934232424?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/112001855934232424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=112001855934232424' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112001855934232424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/112001855934232424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-i-wish-i-was-in-left-lane.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877783.post-111975516008373539</id><published>2005-06-25T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:39:07.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My hometown knows how to throw a celebration</title><content type='html'>Today I made my way downtown to the Riverwalk for the Spurs Championship Parade. It was one the most exciting things I've ever been to in my hometown. We were right against the river and I was able to get some really great shots. These are just a few of them but if you want more, you can go &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/annacl613"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0018.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coyote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0020.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0020.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 Tony Parker, #11 Mike Wilks, Trophy #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_00301.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_00301.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 Rasho Nesterovic, #14 Beno Udrih, #17 Brent Barry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0044.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0044.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Nazr Mohammed, #3 Glenn Robinson, #34 Tony Massenburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0042.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0042.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Robert Horry, #23 Devin Brown, #43 Linton Johnson III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0047.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0047.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg Popovich (actually smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0051.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0051.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20 Manu Ginobili, #4 Sean Marks, Trophy #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0066.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0066.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#21 Tim Duncan, #12 Bruce Bowen, Trophy #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0068.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0068.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade I came home to watch the celebration at the Alamodome. Bruce Bowen was the MC and there were some really funny parts. Here are some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent Barry: Now, everyone's been coming up here saying how much they love San Antonio. But I want to do something different. Who wants to hear Tony Parker rap in French?! Can I get some music? Alright, this one goes out to my girl Eva! Tony get up here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then Tony Parker rapped in French)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent Barry: One last thing. Will all the girls that are responsible for the hickies on Beno's neck please scream?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linton Johnson: For god sakes PLEASE! I am NOT Nazr Mohammed! I am Linton Johnson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun and I am so glad that I waited in the heat for 2 hours to see it. Well maybe not glad. But it was worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-111975516008373539?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/111975516008373539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=111975516008373539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/111975516008373539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/111975516008373539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-hometown-knows-how-to-throw.html' title='My hometown knows how to throw a celebration'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-111958791673550627</id><published>2005-06-23T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:47:09.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The parade is scheduled for Saturday!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>SAN ANTONIO SPURS&lt;br /&gt;2005 NBA CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0028.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0028.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_00191.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_00191.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0027.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0027.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0032.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0032.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0040.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0040.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Finals MVP: Tim Duncan!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M ONE HAPPY LITTLE GIRL!!!!!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-111958791673550627?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/111958791673550627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=111958791673550627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/111958791673550627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/111958791673550627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/06/parade-is-scheduled-for-saturday.html' title='The parade is scheduled for Saturday!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-111949468215499767</id><published>2005-06-22T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:44:42.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>half of all our lives are spent encouraged by embarrassment</title><content type='html'>"we'd meet up at night&lt;br /&gt;pretty late by the falls&lt;br /&gt;talk too fast without regret&lt;br /&gt;with headlights and stars&lt;br /&gt;it was brighter than the daylight&lt;br /&gt;bodies all backlight&lt;br /&gt;unconscious though we're moving&lt;br /&gt;stereo was screaming" ~ matt pond PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell in love tonight. twice. at the quarry. and by love i mean "love." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first one was at borders. as i was leaving i saw a cute guy with good hair and glasses and i thought, if we were basing things on looks alone, i would go out with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second one was at starbucks. he was very attractive. well dressed. sitting alone at a table. looked as though he was doing homework or something. and i was just drawn to him. we locked eyes twice and it made me smile inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matt pond pa provided the music for my drive and they always put me in a dreamy mood. i get very pensive when i listen to them. their music makes me want to fall in love. i imagine myself sitting on a couch with my boyfriend drinking tea and just listening to music. so i guess that's why i fell in love twice today. thanks matt pond pa. thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i bought &lt;BlogItemURL&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.raylamontagne.com/"&gt;ray lamontagne's trouble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/BlogItemURL&gt;. this cd makes me want to take a mini road trip. to the hill country or something. somewhere very texas. anyways i like the cd alot. i think maggie would be happy about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-111949468215499767?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/111949468215499767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=111949468215499767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/111949468215499767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/111949468215499767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/06/half-of-all-our-lives-are-spent.html' title='half of all our lives are spent encouraged by embarrassment'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-111923705213791031</id><published>2005-06-19T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:47:43.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I see you're drinking wine. Are you drunk Papi?</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was in my backyard playing with my dog and digital camera when I heard some strange music. It was coming from the house behind ours. I would describe the music as an organ or maybe an accordion playing old American folk standards such as "Yankee-Doodle" and songs of that nature. I then decided to have fun with the camera and photo-document our amusements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_00161.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_00161.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It began with a shot of mom washing the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0030.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0030.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Followed by my self-portrait in my big, dark, scary-at-night backyard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0019.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The moon shining through the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0025.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0025.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alien Rex and squeaky ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/IMG_0035.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/IMG_0035.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alien Rex and squeaky ball 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music could still be heard after awhile so being the amused/bored/curious little girl that I am, I ran inside and grabbed my video camera to document the events. Unfortunately, by the time I fast-forward through Juan's graduation and got outside the music had stopped. But I continued to the scariest part of my yard, the back, and tried to see if I could see anything, a party or something. But I suppose they retreated back inside. Plus all the bushes don't help. But it made for an amusing use of my video camera I suppose. And a tour of my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an unsuccessful "weird music documentary," I went and sat with my dad on the patio. I turned the camera on him, told him I noticed he was drinking white wine, and then asked him if he was drunk to which he replied "No Annie, I don't get drunk." And then I asked him questions about his wine and where it was from. "Napa Valley." "Ever been to Napa Valley?" "Well yea, I lived in Palo Alto remember?" "What's your favorite wine?" "Merlot." And so on and so forth. We then talked about tequila and my uncle and his family's vineyard in Mexico. I then asked my father why as a child I listened to songs about cockroaches that smoked marijuana. Confused, he asked me what I was talking about and I started singing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La cucaracha, la cucaracha,&lt;br /&gt;Ya no puede caminar;&lt;br /&gt;Porque no tiene, porque le falta&lt;br /&gt;Marijuana que fumar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh. Because we wanted you to be a drug-dealer." Riiiiiiiiiight Papi. It made for an amusing interview and if you're interested in viewing it, don't worry. I'll make you watch it when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the song, I actually had a discussion with my mom about it one day. I asked why while other kids were listening to Raffi tapes on road trips, we were listening to songs about high cockroaches. Apparently, there are a lot of nasty little songs like that about things that I won't comment on. But that's what the kid songs were like. And when I have kids, we're listening to those tapes on road trips. Hey, I turned out alright...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-111923705213791031?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/111923705213791031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=111923705213791031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/111923705213791031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/111923705213791031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-see-youre-drinking-wine-are-you.html' title='I see you&apos;re drinking wine. Are you drunk Papi?'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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-11877783.post-111905308712418084</id><published>2005-06-17T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T19:26:53.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/640/%7EMAP0000.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/206/6388/320/%7EMAP0000.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I didn't like my name. I thought it was so boring. It only takes 2 letters to form my name. It wasn't cool to me at all. It's not very exotic. I didn't know of anyone famous who had my name. Not fun for me at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I like it. It's classic. It's international. When combined with my middle &amp; last name, it's beautiful. Took me a little less than 20 years to figure this out. But now I have and it makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still very amused when I remember people telling me how to pronounce it. Growing up, all my friends automatically pronounced it like it was spelled Ana (Aw-nuh). I tolerated it for a long time. It followed me to high school. I used to say "I don't care" when people asked me what I preferred. But then it really pissed me off that people weren't saying it right. I remember my friends getting in an argument one day and Natalie being the only one who was like "NO! It's ANNA!" I told them she was right and for some reason I remember them saying no you're wrong. I'm just glad that no one in New York calls me Ana. And I'm still bitter towards whoever started the Ana thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11877783-111905308712418084?l=doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/feeds/111905308712418084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11877783&amp;postID=111905308712418084' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/111905308712418084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11877783/posts/default/111905308712418084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doyouwantmyflannel.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-i-was-younger-i-didnt-like-my.html' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02717938276023302787</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></feed>
