<?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-15316252</id><updated>2012-01-25T11:24:42.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw a squirrel...</title><subtitle type='html'>Insanity destroys reason, but not wit.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>426</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-1096448119287823928</id><published>2008-03-01T09:50:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T10:14:45.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long expected update...</title><content type='html'>Well, hard to say if its actually expected, but long overdue nonetheless. So the week after I went to Edmonton (my last post) I went back to PG for a few days, if I didn't see you please forgive me it was a pretty quick trip with lots to accomplish. I actually arrived on the saturday but everyone save Jenny and my Parents thought I was comming in Sunday morning. This was all part of my very devious plan to suprise Dustin who claims he is rarely suprised by anything. Jenny picked me up from the bus depot, and hung out with me in Dustins room for an hour waiting for him to come home... finally she gave up, and I phoned him (pretending to be on the bus) wondering when he was going to come home... he was just waiting for a cab, so I made a trail of hugs and kisses (the candy) from the front door to his room... it was awesome, I heard him walk in, stop, rush down the hallway, fumble with the lights, and then just stared at me... he couldn't move or anything. Mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the begining of my trip, the next day mom and dad picked me up and we went door shopping... I made them dinner, went downtown and hung out with Mel but left my phone in the car, 1 hour 45 minutes later I get a call AT Melissa's from my sister saying Dustin was looking for me... then immediatly afterwards I get a call from my Mother saying she thought I was in a ditch somewhere... so I phone Dustin who ALSO believed I was in a ditch somewhere and was going to go look for me.... This whole time my dad was like "She's just come from living on her own for 6 weeks in Calgary... I'm sure she's fine, just wanted to be alone. If she's in the ditch she knows to call us, if she's in the ditch and CAN"T call us, the RCMP will notify us." Thanks Dad!!! Anyways, its also nice that ppl worry too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was Dustin and mine's Valentines day since I was out of town... I got very spoiled, he got me a white gold heart pendant that is simply gorgeous, and he took me to the White Goose bistro for dinner, where a vase of gorgeous flowers were waiting for me on a candle lit table. Like I said, I was very spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week was some good quality time with my dad, talking and playing video games, watchin the begining of movies with my mom and singing and dancing to some country music, movie with Mel, Dr's appointment (apparently I have chronic sinusitis (it sounds so made up) and need to go for a CT Scan to see if I'm a candidate for surgery...) and hangin out with Dustin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since comming back to Calgary another of my classes has been cancelled. Very frustrating, but inevitable (the professor just underwent major surgery) but this leaves me once again with only 3 classes this next 7 weeks. Now getting my certificate was no longer an option 1 week after arriving here, so the cancellation of one class in ways isn't that big of a deal. The issue was the classes I was left with. Advanced Adobe Photoshop: Looks very promising, learned alot in the first class... however, this class is also VERY teachable from a book... SAIT class $215 Scott Kelby's guid to Photoshop CS3 $52. The otehr two classes were advanced portrait lighting and wedding photography, both with the teacher I had for Portrait lighting... in that class I learned SO much on my first day and then very minimal from there on in... one thing I learned that he made quite obvious was that I suck at posing ppl. Needless to say I wasn't looking forward to that twice a week for 6 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! Long story short, (or possibly short story long) I withdrew from my classes, went to Chapters with my Visa and bought some photography books (including Scott Kelby's Adobe Photoshop CS3 book). I was going to stay for the month of March here in Calgary, just cause I have a job here, rents already paid for, and lets face it guys, your weather in PG ain't so great!! Its been +10 daily here for about a week!!! However, the PG Photographic society has a photographer comming in for a seminar on March 12th. Funny story, I have a ticket to see the Calgary Flames on March 10th. SO I'm seeing the Flames on the 10th with some work ppl, then i'm flying home on the 11th, then Nic and I are going to this photography seminar on the 12th... and then I'll have to be finding a new job... again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.... thats pretty well it, I'm only scheduled for 2 shifts next week which really hurts because I'm very bored. However, I've been reading alot, got some ideas for a couple photoshoots will have to wait till I get home so I can actually manipulate light a bit easier (there aren't really any lamps here, and flash isn't always great). Oh, adn one day in the next 10 I'm going to go to the Calgary Zoo!! Its only $16 for the day, adn I"m going to bring my camera and take WAY too many photos!! I'm very excited about this. I also wanted to see the Opera while I was here, but the next one doesn't open till April, and I was goign to see the Ballet, but tickets are $85... maybe if I had a few more shifts next week. &lt;em&gt;Ce la vie. &lt;/em&gt;K, with that I will stop boring you and continue with my day... which really has no plans as of yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-1096448119287823928?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/1096448119287823928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=1096448119287823928' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1096448119287823928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1096448119287823928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-expected-update.html' title='A long expected update...'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-7609562133906184616</id><published>2008-02-11T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:22:57.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EDMONTON!!!!</title><content type='html'>So! I went to Edmonton this Saturday Sunday as many of you know for Shay's house warming party!! K, so silly me I didn't take any pictures of her home :S But below I will post pictures of my stay!! Very fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165972063328932050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R7E4OJpQENI/AAAAAAAAAKk/d5NIG8Qsa5w/s320/DSC_3757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shawna and her cute puppy Sprite!! Sprite... like those little magic fairy things!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165972067623899362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R7E4OZpQEOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/qAj0Ov_-FuI/s320/DSC_3758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't I look damn hot in coveralls? Eh? Eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165972067623899378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R7E4OZpQEPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/S4Bsc6Nt4NY/s320/DSC_3782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Napping with the puppies...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165972071918866690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R7E4OppQEQI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_7W7wAtOqtc/s320/DSC_3788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look mom!! I let someone else cut my hair!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165972071918866706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R7E4OppQERI/AAAAAAAAALE/iHRkg1kebjw/s320/DSC_3793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With kitchen shears... please don't cry mommy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165972351091740962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R7E4e5pQESI/AAAAAAAAALM/Ayi93dm2yik/s320/DSC_3795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shawna Dezeray Ashley after a few jello shooters... we made tonnes (peach, cherry, blue raspberry and lime!) but I took no pictures of the pretty things... dammit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165972355386708274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R7E4fJpQETI/AAAAAAAAALU/CFRSLKK3WTE/s320/DSC_3804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dennis and Shawna... its too bad you can't see the rock he bought her, may she never backhand me I'd need 8 stitches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165972355386708290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R7E4fJpQEUI/AAAAAAAAALc/BVv2Id8tT7A/s320/DSC_3811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its Sprite! She's so gosh darn cute!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165972359681675602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R7E4fZpQEVI/AAAAAAAAALk/T69bFeEkw6o/s320/DSC_3817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shay and me nappin with the pups!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165972359681675618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R7E4fZpQEWI/AAAAAAAAALs/iUX82R-7vUI/s320/DSC_3825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jake, Duke and Sprite all learned how to look out the window at traffic!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So as you can see much time was spent lying around with the cute puppies!! They're actually 1 1/2 years, and Jake and Duke are Shawna's parents puppies but they're all from the same litter. Their house is great, I absolutly love it. And to add to it Shawna and I found a door mat that says "GO AWAY" so Dennis is quite pleased. It was so nice to see my friend, but it wasn't long enough and I dont' see her often enough... hopefully I'll get back soon though :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-7609562133906184616?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/7609562133906184616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=7609562133906184616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/7609562133906184616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/7609562133906184616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2008/02/edmonton.html' title='EDMONTON!!!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R7E4OJpQENI/AAAAAAAAAKk/d5NIG8Qsa5w/s72-c/DSC_3757.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-2034068965686820670</id><published>2008-02-06T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:10:58.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The White Rabbit</title><content type='html'>First off!! I have an announcement... my little cute sister, Tiffany, just got accepted into a Fashion Design school in Ottawa, only 35 English and 35 French speaking students are selected accross Canada. AND! She got her class 5 license just this week as well!! SHe's getting all growed up on me... I'm so very proud of her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to explain the name... I keep meaning to mention it just cause its a curious thing... about a week or two after moving here, when I turned onto my street and was walking up it to my house, I literally followed a white rabbit home. He was hopping just in front of me, and once I got to my house he took off... it was crazy. And last night when I got home he was sitting in my driveway, and when I got there he went off... I would've followed him, but I am so doggone sick right now. Other crazy things I've seen... a squirrel running along a powerline... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, so sick right now... it started Monday morning, and its gotten worse with every passing day :S and of course I've had to work the past 4 mornings as well... but tomorrow I don't have work or school so its deffinetly a PJ day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't really alot to report... my roommate's hockey team won the minors tournament, which is pretty cool!! His g/f bought me flowers, I took some macros of them so they might get up on my DA. AFter winning the game the team came over to the house... there was 30-40 ppl in the house and it didn't quiet down till 5:30 a.m. OR I just passed out (of exhaustion :P) by then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to Edmonton this Saturday for Shay's house warming party! Very excited!! AND!! I get in to PG on the 17th at 9:40 a.m.!!! Man these 11 days cannot go by fast enough... I miss Kantana and my family, my friends, and mostly I miss Dustin sooooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywyas, thats all for now folks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-2034068965686820670?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/2034068965686820670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=2034068965686820670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2034068965686820670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2034068965686820670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2008/02/white-rabbit.html' title='The White Rabbit'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-5298031952533532184</id><published>2008-01-28T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:12:21.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The daytime of the night! ;)</title><content type='html'>K, has anyone had frost bite? I have a lump under my eye, that is really itchy right now, and kinda reminds me of a hive, but I was thinking maybe its from the cold, since its the only part of my body that was exposed to the elements today... any thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was -47 with the wind this morning when I walked to work. Hurrah. My legs were SO frozen, it hurt SOOOOO bad... so I bought longjohns to wear under my pants after work, I went to 2 different Marks Work Warehouses, and the 2nd one had only ONE pair of small... and they aren't the waffle iron ones that I wanted, and they really don't help. OR if they do, I dont' want to know how cold I would've been walking to school :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, why is it when I leave my home town to live somewhere else for a bit, I experience the most extreme weather... in St. Catharines it was like +39 with the humidity it was +50, and here in Calgary its -38 with with wind its almost -50... In 2 years I've experienced a range of 100'c, crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the night photography shoot I've been looking forward to since arriving. Some of my work is posted below! Of course to see my finished works, go to www.dezdez.deviantart.com/gallery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R5698E_9EfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/60YM1inuzWo/s1600-h/DSC_3596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160771062844953074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R5698E_9EfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/60YM1inuzWo/s320/DSC_3596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The city of Calgary WB set to Daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R5698U_9EgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uarzC28_5AQ/s1600-h/DSC_3604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160771067139920386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R5698U_9EgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uarzC28_5AQ/s320/DSC_3604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The city of Calgary, WB set to Auto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R5698k_9EhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fnp4SWruuac/s1600-h/DSC_3600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160771071434887698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R5698k_9EhI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Fnp4SWruuac/s320/DSC_3600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Other part of Calgary... I like all the sparklies in this one :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R5699E_9EiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3Kkkq25r6Dk/s1600-h/DSC_3610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160771080024822306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R5699E_9EiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3Kkkq25r6Dk/s320/DSC_3610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Calgary, long exposure, zoomed in 1/2 way through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160771264708416082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R56-H0_9ElI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DYm3T3Jo04E/s320/DSC_3623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Calgary, panned the camera sideways 1/2 way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R5699U_9EjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZJM6yGkzKtU/s1600-h/DSC_3613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160771084319789618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R5699U_9EjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZJM6yGkzKtU/s320/DSC_3613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a high side view of the Heritage building... its really a nice building.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160771251823514178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R56-HE_9EkI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7a2RP6g1LHM/s320/DSC_3616.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;These are the stairs I walk up to to get to the C-Train, cool eh? And right behind it you can see the Alberta College of Art and Design!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-5298031952533532184?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/5298031952533532184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=5298031952533532184' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5298031952533532184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5298031952533532184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2008/01/daytime-of-night.html' title='The daytime of the night! ;)'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R5698E_9EfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/60YM1inuzWo/s72-c/DSC_3596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-8660068900217428987</id><published>2008-01-27T20:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:20:36.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saxamaphone....</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have a confession... I have an addiction to the Simpsons. I watch them EVERYDAY since arriving. I started at season 4, I'm now on season 9... and after I've watched season 10, its FAMILY GUY!!! Then southpark I suppose.... out of desperation only. That or Seinfeld we've got 9 seasons of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm baking an apple cinnamon coffee cake!! It smells so good!! I'm so excited... probably a better snack than all the fudgesicles I've been eating!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kinda tried to get Hypothermia today :D It was fun... except not. I knew it was cold, but didn't think it was that bad and wanted to catch the 6:07 bus, so I grabbed my winter coat and ran outside... wearing naught else but socks, shoes, PJ pants, a tanktop, and a bandana. Waiting for the bus was HELL!! It was -24'c, -38'c with the wind... so I figued I'd take a cab back from the store but the only cab # I know in this city was busy for over 10 mins, so I took the bus home again... by the time I made it to my door my ears were nothing but pain (and I pulled the hood up on my coat) and my fingers stopped working... I've never had so much trouble unlocking and opening a door... *sigh* anyways, I'm all warm now :D Lesson learned. And in my own defence, this is the coldest it's been here since I moved... just yesterday it was +1, and friday it was +3.... stupid Calgary weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot else to report. I got my pictures printed for critique on tuesday in Portrait lighting, tomorrow in Basic we're doing a night photoshoot of the city (in a penthouse, so no freezing), and we've started working on a CD cover in Photoshop. I've got the requirments for my portfolio for NIC, so I've slowly started selecting photos for that and such... I should start on the essay soon as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I'm gunna check on that coffee cake!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-8660068900217428987?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/8660068900217428987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=8660068900217428987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8660068900217428987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8660068900217428987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2008/01/saxamaphone.html' title='Saxamaphone....'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-5502875605108671783</id><published>2008-01-25T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T02:42:14.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Calgary Day in the Life of Dez</title><content type='html'>Just an insight to my crazy day today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8, got message from Dustin to call him at work when I woke up, called talked to him for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was tired, went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up later, felt like crap, avoided getting out of bed. After a while, went on computer (still in bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got up around 2 pm.  Breakfast choices, Perogies, Hotdogs, or Eggos. Had some eggos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Simpsons, had shower, did makeup, couldnt' find work shirt, start panicking and throwing everything everywhere. Find it in first place I originally looked, its black, not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run to bus stop... bus a few minutes late. Get to C-Train, JUST miss train, next one should be 5 mins. 3 Trains come down the other side while I wait for my C-Train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on C-Train, get off C-Train, book it across parking lot, arrive at work at exactly 5 o'clock, still have to change shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change shoes, glance at schedule posted on back wall. Do not work today. Work tomorrow... dammit. Confess to management try to see if anyone wants to go home, go back to C-Train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do some banking, find mall, REAL shopping mall.... doesn't actually have what I want, go to Safeway instead, buy food to expand meal options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home, put groceries away, change into comfy clothes, sit down with laptop in front of TV preparing for relaxing night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomate comes home slightly tipsy with tipsy friends. Drinking ensues, plan later to go to bar. More friends arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One guy overly drunk, annoying, spilling, stumbling. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make friends with one of roommate's friends g/fs. Talk about school, show her pictures. Somehow I am convinced to go to bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call cab for drunk guy. Drunk guy gets in cab, then out and comes back to house, cab drives away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call another cab, one for all of us so we can go to bar, and take drunk guy home. Drunk guy decides to walk home before cabs arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabs arrive, we get 2 houses down and see drunk guy lying on the side of the road bleeding. Stop, look at him, nose appears broken, shove him in one cab and he is taken home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at bar, which is one of 2 bars located INSIDE the University of Alberta. Know the bouncer, went to highschool with him... random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay for a while, get bored and sleepy, catch ride home with one of roommate's friends. Stop at Wendy's first, get frosty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get home, phone Dustin to inform him of my survival of going to the bar. Doorbell rings. Drunk guy's parents. Hang up on Dustin. GIve parents lowdown, send them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone Dustin back. Chat for while, very nice. Watch episode of Simpsons, then plan to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About to brush teeth, hear roommate come in complaining. It is not roommate. Is drunk roommates assistant hockey coach. Hockey coach got into a fight at the bar and was given a ride home with teh police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later, roommate and head coach show up. Tell me the nights story, confirm happenings with drunk guy. Much drunken rambling continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post on blog, going to go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-5502875605108671783?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/5502875605108671783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=5502875605108671783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5502875605108671783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5502875605108671783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2008/01/calgary-day-in-life-of-dez.html' title='A Calgary Day in the Life of Dez'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-5354900424341009360</id><published>2008-01-16T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:57:49.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day, what a day!</title><content type='html'>"I don't live life, I tolerate it" Brad Zimmerman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, looking on today, just nuts!! It was already supposed to be a busy fun filled day!!&lt;br /&gt;Get up, do some pilates, stretch, do some laundry, have breakfast, go tanning, move laundry, shower, go pick up ticket for George Carlin, take a picture of SAIT building, go to bank to deposit paycheck, go grocery shopping, put groceries away, go to school, go to George Carlin, go to bed!!! That was the just the PLAN for the day... heres how it actually went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up to Peter's alarm... it doesn't stop. Fall back asleep incorporate alarm into dream. Wake up again, its still going, get up go turn it off... lie in bed listening to music, get up, pilates, stretch, put the laundry in, have breakfast, procrastinate, go tanning, come home and go to change laundry, basement completly flooded... figure washing machine was leaking and not hooked up or something, so I start bailing the water into a mop bucket, empty mop bucket in kitchen sink, do this 5 times and realize water level NOT going down, am now running late, write Peter a note explaining, whip over to Jubilee to pick up ticket, doors from ACAD are locked... get instructions from someone else on how to get into the building. Those doors also locked... want to cry, only have 1/2 hour to pick up tickets, find someone else who directs me to the other side of the building, tell ticket lady my name and give her my ID, she informs me I need my confirmation # which I don't have... panic, start rapidly thinking how I could get access to my hotmail account in next 20 mins, lady likes my name and prints ticket w/o confirmation #. Find CIBC deposit cheque, get home, apparently roots grew into the main drain and blocked it off, cost Peter over $300... feel better knowing its not my fault, however still running late, figure I have enough time for shower since hair is greasy and I feel icky, no hot water (discovered after removing all clothing and standing in shower) get dressed, do make up, try and do hair, fly out the door, just miss the bus... randomly another was right behind it, catch it, go to class, class bores me, then when I get the handouts for the part I'm missing I discover its GOING to get interessting after I leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to the Jubilee to watch George Carlin... it was excellent! Brad (or Doug, cna't remember now) Zimmerman opened for him, he was (or claims) to have been a waiter for 25 years... SO funny! And SO true, and gave me some TERRIBLE ideas... may I not have a weak moment and use some of his material in the first couple weeks of my new job :S but in my last couple weeks... bring it on :D And then George came on!! I will admit now, after seeing his most recent DVD I was a little concerned about this $75 show b/c the DVD was so depressing adn I actually fell asleep while watching it :S But there was nothing to worry about. He actually did the bit he's goign to do for his 15th HBO special this March 1st. He's 70 years old now, which he likes to think of as 69 with a finger up his ass... but it was great, I laughed a tonne, approved of arguments he brought up about his country and the way the world is going... it was really great, I'm so glad I went!!! Was worth the trials of the day. And now I"m home, posting on my blog waiting for my pizza to get here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Just a quick note on the Jubilee, it is a gorgeous classy theatre. All the "refreshment stands" were selling wine, beer, highballs, specialty coffee (I'm in alberta, can you tell?) and it was just really nice. Also, rich ppl are terrible... now this is kinda an overstatement, but our tickets said the show started at 8pm and we were unaware of an opening act... from what I could tell by 7:50ish the balcony's were all full, nosebleeds were ready to see George, at 8:00 the ppl in the VERY front rows were still wandering in!! Wtf mate?!!? Also, forgot to mention, being a single helps. In talking to ppl around me I gathered that I bought my ticket after them, but had a better seat than them... the rows are 11 across but b/c most ppl come in couples that leaves an empty seat on the end that keeps getting skipped as ppl buy in pairs. There were only 4 rows between me and the stage, the guy directly in front of me, there on his own, the guy directly behind me, there on his own, to our rights, couples. We were to the far left, but still good seats... of course the 6'4" couple had to sit in front of me and keep their heads together all cuddle like all ngiht, but I managed to lean enough to see well all night. Anwyays, I should post this and go wait anxiously for pizza!!! G'night to y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-5354900424341009360?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/5354900424341009360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=5354900424341009360' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5354900424341009360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5354900424341009360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-day-what-day.html' title='What a day, what a day!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-1970541378514239145</id><published>2008-01-11T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:28:04.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like the ones who help me less...</title><content type='html'>So, in the news of the day of Dezeray... I got the job at Boston Pizza, I start tomorrow at 3:30, paperwork, then expoing so I understand how this specific Boston Pizza operates. Sounds like sections are no more than 4 or 5 tables on weekend dinner rushes, this location has a lounge, and it isn't seniority based either, you get in the lounge based on how good of a server you are. Also, all kitchen staff is great apparently!! According to the GM, the staff all has a great attitude and "punks" with an "I do'nt care about my job attitude" don't exist. Hurrah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I believe I've complained about ppl being mean here... well today I was looking at some moisturizing lotion b/c it is SO ridiculously dry here. Anwyays, while I'm looking at the moisturizing cream, this lady walking by informs me that the lotion I'm looking at is great. Cool. Then she continued saying it wasn't a face moisturizer, and how oil of olay was a really good product, but if she were me she'd head to London Drugs, they probably have  a special on, and I should be using a night moisturizer, and its very important to clean your face at night... o...m...g... it went on... I finally managed to put down the lotion and escape... and THEN walking home, I saw her in the parking lot... but I managed to put my head down and keep walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... yup... got home, made dinner... it was good. Yup. I'm now watching TV... might do some reading, and have a bath. Thank god I'm starting work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-1970541378514239145?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/1970541378514239145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=1970541378514239145' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1970541378514239145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1970541378514239145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-like-ones-who-help-me-less.html' title='I like the ones who help me less...'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-5766221563897752564</id><published>2008-01-10T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:32:50.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to miss you like a child misses his blanket...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So the resolution to the time conflict was for them to give me my money back for intermediate photography... for the record they havne't done it yet, but its only been two days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a job interview at Boston Pizza tomorrow... woot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;K, I just wrote like, 6 e-mails all of them kinda saying the same thing, so you guys get the real boiled down version. Basic photography seems alright, Portrait lighting was INTENSE, and Adobe Photoshop was boring as hell but has potential... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;K, y'all enjoy some pictures taken from my cell phone at school (YES, I know I'm a photography student, I will one day take pictures with my camera, and you can all view the magic, OR you could view some of my earlier magic by clicking on the link on the left hand side of this screen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R4buLQYgVgI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zmoeC9nta_Y/s1600-h/p_00031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154068700715832834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R4buLQYgVgI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zmoeC9nta_Y/s320/p_00031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The main building on SAIT campus... not one of my classes is in this building, HOWEVER, the library and bookstore are in this building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R4buBQYgVeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bm8c1kZy_N0/s1600-h/p_00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R4buBgYgVfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kDOum0HNlkE/s1600-h/p_00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154068533212108274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R4buBgYgVfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kDOum0HNlkE/s320/p_00029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Calgary night skyline, view from SAIT campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-5766221563897752564?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/5766221563897752564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=5766221563897752564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5766221563897752564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5766221563897752564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-going-to-miss-you-like-child-misses.html' title='I&apos;m going to miss you like a child misses his blanket...'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R4buLQYgVgI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zmoeC9nta_Y/s72-c/p_00031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-8651149631040581935</id><published>2008-01-05T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T20:39:13.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I have this talent...</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention yesterday!!! In the midst of watching mindless TV I learned something!!! I learned all about the Red Breasted Nuthatch, and how it can hop &lt;em&gt;down &lt;/em&gt;trees, and lives in coniferous trees... yes my life is temporarily sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atm I'm watching The Simpsons, earlier I was watching Family Guy. Oh, I wandered the opposite direction today, found a Riverstone Pub, and a tanning salon. At this tanning salon you have to have your own eye protection, fair enough, and the ones I bought are pretty cool, they're just 2 seperate pieces, AND having lotion is &lt;em&gt;highly &lt;/em&gt;recommended. Its because Calgary is sooooooo dry, and apparently dry skin doesn't tan. Anyways, I have noticed since arriving my skin getting drier and drier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also reheated leftover pasta and added chicken and peas, scrubbed my face, put on a face mask, pumiced my feet... yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! About the title!!! I have this talent for meeting parents in the most awkward way possible... allow me to add a new one to the pile. This morning (11 a.m.) I hear the doorbell ring... now I"m only just waking up, and figure Peter will get it. A minute or 2 later it rings again, so this time I actually haul my sleeping body out of bed to open the door... I'm in my PJs, my hair is smushed off to one side, and what little makeup I have on is smudged. I open the door.... and get to introduce myself to Peter (my roommate's) dad. He looked pretty shocked... very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... yup, thats my day! OH right! SO! I have a scheduling conflict with school... one that never originally existed. See they resent me my class schedule in December, but it looked the same, so I thought nothing of it... closely examining it today I observed the switched my intermediate photography class from thursday to tuesday, so its at the exact same time as my portrait photography class. Anyways, I wont' go into the details now, I'll fill you in after I talk to someone at SAIT on monday... tomorrow I'm going to buy more food!! And take the CTrain to the library... or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'm going to entertain myself for another hour or two, then bed... maybe i'll unload the dishwasher...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-8651149631040581935?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/8651149631040581935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=8651149631040581935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8651149631040581935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8651149631040581935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-i-have-this-talent.html' title='So I have this talent...'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-7935129204100231171</id><published>2008-01-04T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:07:44.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a mad world only the mad are sane.</title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaamen! Cause I'm going nuts... NUTS!! I did my NAILS tonight!! Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes... tdoay... I hardly slept cause it was SO cold!! So I drug myself outa bed about 12 hours after crawling in it, made a minipizza for breakfast (the roommate said I could have w/e I wanted in the fridge) had a shower, and set out to find food!!! Its pretty nice, I'm about a 10-15 min walk from a mall... tho its one of the more messed up malls I've been to... theres a cluster of businesses here... and another cluster across the parking lot, and another on the other side... and some more across that road... but its all "one mall" and some signs at the mall entrances are talking about businesses on the opposite side from that sign... but ya, found a "Linens and Things" where I purchased a blanket... it was marked 34.99, the cheapest I could find, cool, w/e, &lt;em&gt;apparently &lt;/em&gt;it was originally 79.99 on sale for 34.99... whoa. Seriously, i wouldn't of paid that, its not that great. Then it was off to Safeway to deal with grumpy ppl practically shoving me outa the way to get food, and then me shelling out way too much money for such little food... I'm probably going to end up going back on Sunday to get through the week... so expensive. But I did earn airmiles :D Cabbed er home, unloaded groceries, made lunch. Watched bad TV. Listened to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN! I had a cookie fiasco... I love baking. I'm good at it. I bought some premixed Chocolate chip cookie dough crap so I could make cookies w/o buying 12 ingredients. O... m... g... apparently I need to make tehm from scratch, it was aweful. The dough turned out fine, put them on my aluminum cookie sheet I bought for $2 (Peter has only lived here about 1 1/2 months, so he's lacking MANY cooking things) but the oven door shut on my arm when I went to put the cookies in the oven, shifting cookies and wrinkling my sheet... then they all expanded into one cookie, so I had to cut squares out of them... the 2nd batch I put in turned out better, but there were only 3 cookies... seriously, worst cookies I've ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the roommate made some tortellini with cheese sauce and shared it with me. Very nice. We watched more bad TV, he left, I watched TV some more, did my nails, wrote a letter, then he came back with his friends and we watched Waiting, and now they're gone again and here I are. But I think I need bed soon... what else could I possibly do?!!? lol!! Sorry about the horribly boring post, welcome to my day :P OH! I was so excited, the bookstore is open tomorrow so I was going to go buy my software, but to get software you need your student ID which you can get at the campus centre which ISN"T open on saturday... *grumble grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get used to me posting this often, it will peter off once I get a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-7935129204100231171?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/7935129204100231171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=7935129204100231171' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/7935129204100231171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/7935129204100231171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-mad-world-only-mad-are-sane.html' title='In a mad world only the mad are sane.'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-8232442880957661200</id><published>2008-01-03T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:19:13.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive, free, exhausted.</title><content type='html'>Well, I've arrived in Calgary at my new place of residence safe, sound, and exhausted. There isn't really alot to tell... the plane was really like a can of sardines, but I survived. The taxi driver was really nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The roommate seems pretty cool... reminds me of the lawyer off Idiocricy, but he's friendly and easy going, I'm just going to be a little starved for some After I unpacked we sat around watching The Simpsons. He's at hockey now so I've got the house to myself... which is less odd now than when I arrived earlier and noone was home. But its cool, my rooms all setup, which is good, but i'm way to tired to explore the area. Tomorrow I'll find out about bus routes, and go grocery shopping and other such things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I really don't have much more to say... lets face it, I'm beat, but here are some pictures of my room after I got it all setup... taken from my cellphone. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151455359145104834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R32lWwYgVcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UnLMp2Rfnus/s320/p_00018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151455363440072146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R32lXAYgVdI/AAAAAAAAAJE/tlDUGzkzdO0/s320/p_00019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151455354850137522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R32lWgYgVbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hu0N23scHUw/s320/p_00017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-8232442880957661200?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/8232442880957661200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=8232442880957661200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8232442880957661200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8232442880957661200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2008/01/alive-free-exhausted.html' title='Alive, free, exhausted.'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R32lWwYgVcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UnLMp2Rfnus/s72-c/p_00018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-3520328096923300603</id><published>2008-01-02T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T10:14:31.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Kiss Me and Smile for Me...</title><content type='html'>Well, as most, or all of you should know, I'm leaving on a Jet Plane, tomorrow 1 p.m. And I have never had such conflicting emotions in my life! I'm so freaking excited, and terrified, and happy, and sad, and BLAH!!! Emotional overload...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, one of those emotions is panic from not being ready. Now I am posting off my parents computer, since mine is packed, and technically most of my things are packed... the issue? There are things that need to be packed still and no room :S so At some point in the next 26 hours I will be unpacking adn repacking... should be fun!!! Not only do I need to accomplish that, I need to see my dad's family to deliver family portraits, hang out with Mel and Becca, clean my car, clean my room, go to the bank, hang out with my mom, have drinks with Jodie adn Darren, give Steph her bday present, wish Ashley a happy birthday, spend the night at Dustin's, have breakfast with him, oh, and have breakfast today (I'm heating up leftover salmon, and following it up with cheesecake)!!! Wow, too much info for anyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my christmas, most excellent! Busy, but I got to spend the morning with my parents and sister, and the late evening with Dustin and his sister and her fiance. Easily the begining and the end were the best b/c I spent it with people I love... the middle just existed! lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years you say? It was pretty good... Didn't make it to Bryans, TRIED to go to Brendan's, however I wasn't quite sure which house it was since it has been 3 years since I dropped my sister off at Mike's, but I knew the general area and decided to phone upon my arrival... well due to getting a new cell phone, apparently I only have Nic's cell phone who happened to turn off his phone prior to my calling... so then I head to Melissa, watched the end of Robinhood Men in Tights, and the begining of 300, then back to Dustin's I went. It was just me him and his good friend Rowan, and it was fun. We sat b/s'n, watched YouTube videos, I had a headache at the begining of the night that was getting worse as the night went by, we did the countdown, had a glass of bubbly, then Dez abandoned the boys for relief of the headache, hoping for sleep. The morning was awesome tho... we didn't get out of bed till 2 p.m. just lay there talking, cuddling, Dustin made me breakfast and brought it to me in bed. It was awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize to anyone I didnt' really get to say goodbye to... leaving right after the holidays is tough cause you just don't have time. But I should be home for a few days at the end of February (and seriously, WHY is there a silent "r" in February?) and I'll be back to PG for the summer at least at the end of April!! Take care everyone, next time I'll post will be from Calgary :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-3520328096923300603?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/3520328096923300603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=3520328096923300603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3520328096923300603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3520328096923300603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-kiss-me-and-smile-for-me.html' title='So Kiss Me and Smile for Me...'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-3143355196836727831</id><published>2007-12-22T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T13:58:56.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells!!</title><content type='html'>Well, Dez has been a busy girl!!! Working a fair amount (at least 5 days a week, when did that start happening?!?!), spending a decent amount of time with Dustin, trying to run around catching up with friends, sleeping, and of course procrastinating actually getting ready to leave!!!&lt;br /&gt;We'll start with Calgary... I leave in a very quickly approaching 12 days, I have not packed, I have hardly thought about packing. And, my last day at BP is actually xmas eve, so just 3 more days of that left to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can anyone believe how soon till Christmas?!?! I still have to pick up a couple things and have not even CONSIDERED wrapping... I'm good at this procrastinating thing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I generally avoid talking about my relationships on my blog, but I"m briefly going to touch on it. Things with Dustin are going GREAT :D:D:D Sorry, just so happy with him I feel the need to tell everyone... he's so wonderful, especially to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm NEARLY healthy again... still coughing horribly, and my ears tend to feel like they're going to pop out of my head, but I feel less bad!! Also, when I was feeling really not good on Monday, Dustin ran over to the store on his break and bought me a "get well card" and a packet of Rollos (my fave :D), now thats a cute story in itself, but I'm mentioning it b/c of what the card says. On the outside its a picture of 2 monkey's faces, and on the inside it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama called the Dr, and the Dr said&lt;br /&gt;If chicken soup don't work, try straight up Gin instead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was an unexpected night of fun!! I got a semi drunk phone call from Mr Chris, inviting me to come party at his place, but they went to the Riverstone Bar and Grill first, (a place had at this point not yet visited), so off I went to join him, Stan, Robbie, and Nicole!! It was great amounts of fun, we compared ringtones, talked about cannibalism, and the deffinition of gay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, the most exciting part of my week, and the reason I'm posting today... thursday we went for a SLEIGH RIDE!!!!!!! It was most excellent!! Instead of talking about it, i'm going to post pictures!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146910884313978146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R22ALgYgVSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q2VNxAD7hk8/s320/DSC_3298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cal... isn't he special?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146910880019010834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R22ALQYgVRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AetSXal4NsM/s320/DSC_3291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nic looking sly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146910897198880066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R22AMQYgVUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0COz1Bhxllc/s320/DSC_3305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is our "sad sleigh ride picture"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146911404005021090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R22ApwYgVaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yxWXiJlwyNU/s320/DSC_3345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look... I put up the nice one Hayley... but don't be decieved, I never deleted the other :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146911257976132962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R22AhQYgVWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_CmHL0DiDeA/s320/DSC_3312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When i was showing these pictures to my mom I noticed Cole in the background... how odd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146911253681165650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R22AhAYgVVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/34J1VTQqGa0/s320/DSC_3306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The horses name's were Jack and Josh... their heads were twice the size of Kantana's :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146911262271100274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R22AhgYgVXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hBgRVcSYZs0/s320/DSC_3323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We sang a very happy birthday to the fat pal Eric!! (he was at work)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146911266566067586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R22AhwYgVYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/S3P5V547yDQ/s320/DSC_3333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The llama wanted kisses from the Becca&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146911270861034898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R22AiAYgVZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1bXxKqgFHKU/s320/DSC_3337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No comment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146910888608945458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R22ALwYgVTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WshfR1gOhWE/s320/DSC_3302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There we all are (photographer not included) aren't we cute?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-3143355196836727831?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/3143355196836727831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=3143355196836727831' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3143355196836727831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3143355196836727831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/12/jingle-bells-jingle-bells.html' title='Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R22ALgYgVSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Q2VNxAD7hk8/s72-c/DSC_3298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-1057497904717724464</id><published>2007-12-11T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:27:02.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Go By</title><content type='html'>"I can feel 'em flying like a hand out the window as the cars go by."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I've been a little slow on the updating lately... but I think I update more than anyone, so maybe I'm the only one who notices such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going GREAT right now. I have secured a place to live in Calgary, I just have to sign and fax back the Rental Agreement, and e-mail them my damage deposit. Its a room in a house. The owner is a 20 year old guy named Peter, he's an apprentice electrician, plays hockey, etc. Also, he has another room for rent, and a different girl from BC might be moving in, so it should be good times all around!! Btw, I leave for Calgary in precisely 22 days and 21 hours 20 mins. Crazy time sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny... I say things are going great, if you ask me, I'll say things are going great, but I'm not sure how.  Really excited, yet scared about leaving, I hate my job atm. Like seriously. The only thing getting me through is thinking to myself, "Just two more weeks, two more weeks". The fan in my car is broken so I not only have no heat, but I get to drive with the windows down so I don't fog up... But things are great. I think. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started my Christmas shopping, which is good... I'm actually struggling with what to buy ppl, its kinda annoying. But i've got some ideas, so ya, thats good. I'm rambling. I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to go see Golden Compass tomorrow, and I went and saw August Rush with Dustin on Saturday, it was alright, but disapointing, I was expecting something better. Music was cool tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywyas, I should end this rambling post and go clean the stalls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-1057497904717724464?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/1057497904717724464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=1057497904717724464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1057497904717724464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1057497904717724464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/12/days-go-by.html' title='Days Go By'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-8285335975582095533</id><published>2007-11-23T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T13:26:09.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who came out on Wednesday!! I (if you couldn't tell) had an amazing time!!! I was so happy, and so excited that so many ppl came out to see me, so thank you all again, I hope at the least you were entertained to see me yelling accross the restaurant drunk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to those of you out-of-towners, thanks so much for the birthday e-mails, I'm such a lucky girl to have so many great friends!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who didn't make it, its to bad, you missed a great time. We went to Kelly O Bryans, we being, myself, Steph, Brad, Kaylee, Jenny, Steph, Nic, Kayla, Chantal, Craig, Adam, Ashley, Melissa, Dustin, Tiffany, Brendan, Sonja, Heidi and her b/f from manitoba and her friend from Montreal, plus Tabatha managed to drop by for a few minutes with her friend Becky!!! So, Dustin and myself arrive a fashionable 15 mins late, naturally. ANd then Dez starts with the Double Daquiris... (again) of cours,e I also haven't eaten since 10 a.m... nice! So before we even get dinner i'm stuttering drunk, but happy. It was really just great to sit and chat with everyone, tho I was pretty flitty going from one person to the next... it was really a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, before dinner, I got my hair and nails done!! Now, enjoy drunken pictures :D (disclaimer... I'm actually the only drunk one in these pictures... doesn't really look like it does it? :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136148058423100402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R0dDclgfA_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YPuRedkw5M0/s320/DSC_3029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mel!! She kinda has that "if you post this on the internet I'll kill you look" dontcha think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136148088487871506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R0dDeVgfBBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/AHWaw6blxRE/s320/DSC_3032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Craig!! He is SUCH a cutie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136148406315451458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R0dDw1gfBEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ke1XtlK9U-c/s320/DSC_3035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;SONJA! Well... just look at her ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136148092782838818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R0dDelgfBCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oj8GSANmIcI/s320/DSC_3033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nic... suprisingly sober...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136148427790287954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R0dDyFgfBFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xhvaIdiTbVc/s320/DSC_3036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chantal and Kayla!! Two wonderful girls from Boston Pizza!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136148067013035010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R0dDdFgfBAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ABjJX3izzXE/s320/DSC_3030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Adam and Ashley... I like this picture way better than the one they posed for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136148483624862850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R0dD1VgfBII/AAAAAAAAAHY/BVMkiepqdTY/s320/DSC_3048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Can you tell we're related...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136148453560091746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R0dDzlgfBGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/FAC6d13bSJE/s320/DSC_3039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok... I'm going to say it again, Don't you think he's cute? I'll settle for cute, but in my opinion he's gorgeous! lol! Oh, for those who don't know, this is Dustin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136148470739960946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R0dD0lgfBHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dz6ZWqwvSHA/s320/DSC_3044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You knew we couldn't have pictures up w/o one of me like this!!! Nice hair and nails eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-8285335975582095533?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/8285335975582095533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=8285335975582095533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8285335975582095533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8285335975582095533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R0dDclgfA_I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YPuRedkw5M0/s72-c/DSC_3029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-6432715416592803491</id><published>2007-11-19T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:28:09.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly O's</title><content type='html'>Not sure why I said Thursday is an option, when I have class that night so... Reservations are at Kelly O Brians, Wednesday November 21st, 7:00 pm. Just bring yourself, and money for your dinner :P Again, if I've missed sending this to someone, or you know someone that I haven't talked to that I would deffinetly like to be there please forward this or let them know, contact list is shit, and so are my organizing skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-6432715416592803491?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/6432715416592803491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=6432715416592803491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/6432715416592803491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/6432715416592803491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/11/kelly-os.html' title='Kelly O&apos;s'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-1562539176596359694</id><published>2007-11-16T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:05:02.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>Well, as some of you may or may not know, my 20th birthday is next wednesday, and w/o Cole here looks like I"m in charge of planning it. I initially didn't want to go out for my birthday, but I also don't think its horribly healthy to sit at home with a bottle of wine and cry all night... so out we shall go!!! LoL!!! Just sending this e-mail to get a feel for who would want to come out to maybe Kelly O's on next Wednesday, say 7 p.m. or so... or if Thursday works better for people, maybe we shall go out thursday. Sorry to those of you who got the e-mail AND read my blog.... Anyways, if y'all could RVSP ASAP so I know whether or not to make reso's, that would be excellent. And then maybe dancing or video games after dinner is in order... all thoughts welcome. Thanks guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-1562539176596359694?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/1562539176596359694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=1562539176596359694' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1562539176596359694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1562539176596359694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-6690795979722151602</id><published>2007-11-10T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T14:07:46.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its SHOW time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The title is random, and has nothing to do with this post, please ignore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO! If I were to post a picture of my front yard, it would be green with very little clumps of snow. THats right, all that freakin white stuff we got has disapeared already. Such weird weather I tell you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, in very happy exciting news..... I have my class 5 license!!! No more "N" for me!!! Felt very liberating to remove it from my car :D It is now posted on the fridge next to the "L"'s Tiff and I shed years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, unfortunatly I think thats ALL the news I have... my birthday is comming up quick, Confessor comes out even sooner, Paul Brandt is just after both events... all very exciting. But I should go accomplish things... enjoy the picture of my sister and I on Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131336766331448274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RzYrmhwWa9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/-3pO9OHU030/s320/DSC_2900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-6690795979722151602?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/6690795979722151602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=6690795979722151602' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/6690795979722151602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/6690795979722151602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-show-time.html' title='Its SHOW time!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RzYrmhwWa9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/-3pO9OHU030/s72-c/DSC_2900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-2127083054830084713</id><published>2007-11-03T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:50:11.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkin In a Winter Wonder World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow, alliteration much....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, yes, for all you non PGers, we've got SNOW and LOTS of it!!! Infact, more than 10"s in my yard by about 6 o'clock tonight. And blah! what a day it was... all these things kept getting in the way during the day, then by nighttime they were all resolved :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, for halloween I was an anime character and my sister was strawberry shortcake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now sleepy and will go to bed, adieu.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128888087513489458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Ry14iqT5YDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KUfF6fSzF1s/s320/DSC_2918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bah! Bloggers being a bitch, all you get a picture of is my yard 2 days ago, goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-2127083054830084713?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/2127083054830084713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=2127083054830084713' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2127083054830084713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2127083054830084713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/11/walkin-in-winter-wonder-world.html' title='Walkin In a Winter Wonder World'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Ry14iqT5YDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KUfF6fSzF1s/s72-c/DSC_2918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-3844142939965150722</id><published>2007-10-28T02:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:09:06.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning Inspiration!</title><content type='html'>So due to a redbull intake, and/or a messed up sleeping pattern, instead of sleeping right away when I got home from a closing shift, I surfed the net for a while. And on DA I found this picture that really just inspired me, so I wanted to share it with everyone else :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cenumesimplu.deviantart.com/art/Do-not-believe-me-54327891"&gt;http://cenumesimplu.deviantart.com/art/Do-not-believe-me-54327891&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I read a really funny choke that made me chuckle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An affluent couple gets into an argument over dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you could cook," said the husband, "we could fire the chef."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you could screw," replied the wife, "we could fire the driver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173005888689040706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R8o1crBQbUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nqJlbVooEbI/s320/DSC_1610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-3844142939965150722?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/3844142939965150722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=3844142939965150722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3844142939965150722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3844142939965150722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/10/early-morning-inspiration.html' title='Early Morning Inspiration!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/R8o1crBQbUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nqJlbVooEbI/s72-c/DSC_1610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-2992878137341826931</id><published>2007-10-27T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T04:03:30.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Halloween Is Better Than Sex</title><content type='html'>10. You're guaranteed to get at least a little something in the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you get tired, wait 10 minutes and go at it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The uglier you look, the easier it is to get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You don't have to compliment the person who gave you candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The person you're with doesn't fantasize you're someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you get a stomachache, it won't last 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you wear your Batman mask, no one thinks you're kinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It doesn't matter if kids hear you moaning and groaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You have less guilt the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IF YOU DON'T GET WHAT YOU WANT, YOU CAN ALWAYS GO NEXT DOOR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-2992878137341826931?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/2992878137341826931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=2992878137341826931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2992878137341826931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2992878137341826931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-halloween-is-better-than-sex.html' title='Why Halloween Is Better Than Sex'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-2539980209445136626</id><published>2007-10-26T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T17:18:35.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggidy blog blog!</title><content type='html'>There are many various things that I'm giong to briefly touch on. First off, the most recent and most exciting... I got tickets to a show the 2nd week I'm in Calgary... no... not country music... you might as well give up... you can't guess... its... GEORGE CARLIN!!! I got tickets on the main floor, row 15, January 16th 8:00pm for George Fucking Carlin in Calgary AB. I have to miss an Adobe Photoshop class, but I'm sure it'll be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as we all know I can't eat icecream, so I figured I'd replace it with Sherbet... Nope, that has milk to!!! So i'm stuck with Stupid store brand Gelato... which isn't bad, but more expensive than sherbet and I like the texture of sherbet better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now!! Halloween... like every otehr weekend, I close both friday and saturday this weekend, HOWEVER, I have Wednesday off!!! So... if anyone has plans for the actual halloween night that you feel like including me in... well you know what to do :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that i've cut dairy out of my diet, less acne!! Hurray... oh except its being followed up with something that reminds me of exema (sp?). I (for the first time in my life) have dry scaley patches of skin?!? Wtf?!?!? Scales or zits, is this really a choice I have to make?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness, I made an awesome dinner tonight consisting off marinated pork chops with grilled pineapple, cornmeal muffins and green beans!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 weeks 6 days till I leave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-2539980209445136626?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/2539980209445136626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=2539980209445136626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2539980209445136626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2539980209445136626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/10/bloggidy-blog-blog.html' title='Bloggidy blog blog!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-5986181791986406298</id><published>2007-10-23T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:36:14.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown that is my life.</title><content type='html'>So I have all these things in my life that are ABOUT to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week: 2 midterms, start a photography course at UNBC, halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks: Confessor, the last book of Sword of Truth by Terry Goodkind comes out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks: My birthday, and consequently my coworker Rory's as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 weeks: Paul Brandt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 weeks: Last photography class, Jenny's bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 weeks: Becca's bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 weeks: Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 weeks: Leave Calgary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that stuff, I'm actually going to take the time to just relax and hang out like I have been the past couple weeks. Its nice to just take life as it comes, day by day, but still have a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now I know most of you who read this know I"m a walking calamity, but I'm going to share my recent injuries anyways. The phone was for my dad who was working outside so I grabbed the cordless and ran out in my barefeet. Now winter is approaching and its getting cold, so by the time I make it back to the house my feet are numb, and I stub my baby toe on the metal grate in front of the door. It freakin hurts, but I figure cause its numb. I look down and what do I spy... a pool of blood gushing from my toe. I managed to remove the nail and split open the end of my toe just by stubbing it. So the next night at work I have a table of 20, not a big deal, their food comes up and I start running it. Near the end, only had 6 meals left, I'm carrying 3, and drop them. Not sure how, they just FALL. And, I'm bleeding. Somehow by dropping 3 plates of food, i cut my index finger. Its just a little cut but really fucking deep!!! So not cool. Such a walking calamity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats really all thats new in the world of Dez. Hope you Vancouverites are well, and as for the Prince Georgians, I'll be seeing you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, check out my DA site, on my profile is an awesome picture of me and Steph!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-5986181791986406298?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/5986181791986406298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=5986181791986406298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5986181791986406298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5986181791986406298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/10/countdown-that-is-my-life.html' title='The countdown that is my life.'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-7394065134644994226</id><published>2007-10-15T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:39:42.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I may hate myself in the morning, but I'm going to love you tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in happy happy news, I got Fred back!!! He's all fixed and ready to jump into action again!!! Also, my car, entirely clean and has remained that way just over 2 weeks. And even crazier, my bedroom is entirley clean (i'm actually sitting at my desk atm) and has remained this way for over 3 days!!! Praise me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in SAIT news, I can't actually stay in Res b/c I'm not enrolled in a "full time program" so I'm looking into off campus housing which actually seems to be a better deal. It also looks like I will only be gone approx 4 months. First day of classes is January 7, and last day is April 15, so not bad for 8 differenty classes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing with photography school news, November 1st I start a photography class here in town!!! Very excited, makes for long thursdays; first class at 12:30, last class ends at 8:30, but it should be good!!! Very excited to learn, and improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, blogger sucks. I was going to tell a story about my saturday night at work using pictures, but I can't upload them... suffice to say Steve was being creative and we all had to much time on our hands, pictures to come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill then, I should get started on that Law assignment. (i'm doing h/w, PRAISE ME!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDIT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121679134245811986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RxPcCWpAdxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cz9aHUkI7Ys/s320/DSC_2843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So Steve made a little house. In the door way of the house was 12 packs of matches, inside the house and chimney were oil soaked napkins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121679138540779298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RxPcCmpAdyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ypkaMt5iINg/s320/DSC_2844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The house was engulfed quickly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121679404828751682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RxPcSGpAd0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/gJLxV0DADfY/s320/DSC_2848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The heat was great enough to melt the plastic milk crate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121679409123718994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RxPcSWpAd1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/mxgEvdstR9M/s320/DSC_2851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Colby decided enough was enough, and tried to put the &lt;em&gt;oil fire &lt;/em&gt;out with &lt;em&gt;water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121679413418686306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RxPcSmpAd2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/23vwz-Sw1Aw/s320/DSC_2855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When that didn't work (3 buckets later) Jodie flipped it over a couple times to put it out. What a fun night :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-7394065134644994226?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/7394065134644994226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=7394065134644994226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/7394065134644994226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/7394065134644994226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-may-hate-myself-in-morning-but-im.html' title='I may hate myself in the morning, but I&apos;m going to love you tonight.'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RxPcCWpAdxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cz9aHUkI7Ys/s72-c/DSC_2843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-8070163968671536200</id><published>2007-10-04T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:39:54.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE my bed!</title><content type='html'>Its such a simple yet true fact. As you may've guessed by the title my blog has sunk to an all time low as to posting about my bed, but here I go. I simply love my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I had a twin sized bed. Not that it was a bad bed, but it was designed for sleeping only. When I moved out this past summer I purchased a new shiny double bed. It was love at first sleep. Upon moving back home, the bed came with me, and our relationship has reached a new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing about it is the size. I actually sleep with a book of to the side, my cell phone on the other pillow charging, my stereo remote off to one side, and the laptop at the foot of the bed. I've even awoke to found text books, binders, and my purse all stashed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This added size is not only a benefit while sleeping, its awesome when I'm awake. I do all my computer work in my bed, read, h/w, eat. Its excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a duvet under my sheets, which makes my bed just that much more comfortable... I really feel no need to leave my bed, especially on days like today. Infact, I really hadn't any intention of leaving my bed today as long as I could hold it off, but the mood killer would have to be the black ANT that crawled accross my chest and shoulder. If that doesn't motivate you to get out of bed and clean your room nothing will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note my bedroom is not dirty, there is no food or other disgusting things, it is merely unorganized and cluttered as usual... but my car is clean, guess the bedroom is next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-8070163968671536200?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/8070163968671536200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=8070163968671536200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8070163968671536200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8070163968671536200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-my-bed.html' title='I LOVE my bed!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-3443937967325647637</id><published>2007-09-28T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:34:16.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm against picketing, but I don't know how to show it!</title><content type='html'>So I've noticed that our little online community of bloggers is slowly coming to an end. Nearly noone updates anymore, but I will for my own sake, lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, lets discuss Vancouver!! I left on friday and came back very late monday. It was very excellent. My little cousins have grown so much, Max is very nearly walking! It was excellent to visit with my Aunt and her husband, we had a BDay party for Max, his very first! Also saw Cole's new place, and hung out with him for a while which was very good!! Misseses him very much. Leaving was so hard, as it always is... Tessa was nearly in denial about our leaving, then reduced to sobbing and wouldn't speak to us. Jack pleabargained with me, saying I should come back Thursday and we could watch w/e movie I wanted, or play outside, or play with his toys, or w/e I would like!!! Made my heart ache, thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an actionpacked weekend of film photography, I am deffinetly missing my digi!!! Really, once you switch to a DSLR its hard to go back to just an SLR... hopefully it will be back in 2 weeks... 4 at the latest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is probably so much more to discuss... but my blogging skills aren't what they used to be anymore, so in quick summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses; still fat and happy&lt;br /&gt;School; Still attending, AND I've been doing h/w :D (Praise me)&lt;br /&gt;Boy; Very excellent ;)&lt;br /&gt;Family; Alive and kicking&lt;br /&gt;Bedroom; Disaster&lt;br /&gt;Work; Whoriffic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I believe I shall give my adieus, have a nap and continue with my day! Au Revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-3443937967325647637?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/3443937967325647637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=3443937967325647637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3443937967325647637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3443937967325647637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-against-picketing-but-i-dont-know.html' title='I&apos;m against picketing, but I don&apos;t know how to show it!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-3517141661431031596</id><published>2007-09-12T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:32:03.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoop whoop!</title><content type='html'>Hello imaginary bloggers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about those cookies, I made some, mom ate goddamned near all of them!!!! Mothers, I tell ya, she's like the fricken cookie monster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are good, kinda nice in an odd way to be back in school, but sad b/c I have no friends in my classes, and no Cole to occupy my time inbetween classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen off my horse twice in the past 24 hours... but both were exceptionally good rides, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the above mentioned put my already wrecked body in a further state of wreckedness!!! So off to see my chiropractor I went. I really want a bumber sticker that says "I &lt;3 my Chiropractor" Seroiusly, it took 6 or so adjustments to get my hips and tail bone in, she adjusted near to all my vertabre, my neck, a few ribs, my colllarbone, then she put my shoulder back AND my jaw!!! I'm so excited about the jaw, its been messed up for months I just never thought to ask my chiropractor about it cause I always go for my back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough rambling... and not that anyone cares but 17 days till boy is back!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-3517141661431031596?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/3517141661431031596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=3517141661431031596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3517141661431031596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3517141661431031596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/09/whoop-whoop.html' title='Whoop whoop!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-8814203856208505293</id><published>2007-09-05T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:39:48.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Craving Cookies.</title><content type='html'>I think I should go make some!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-8814203856208505293?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/8814203856208505293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=8814203856208505293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8814203856208505293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8814203856208505293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-craving-cookies.html' title='I&apos;m Craving Cookies.'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-8420742669510294756</id><published>2007-07-27T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:15:13.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfortunatly Unfortunate</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update to let you know that the wonderful neighbor with unsecured internet has moved out... I'm hoping a new sucker will move in, but untill then updates and e-mail replials will be few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, landlord came to look at apartment... has done nothing since that was over a week ago. Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-8420742669510294756?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/8420742669510294756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=8420742669510294756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8420742669510294756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8420742669510294756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/07/unfortunatly-unfortunate.html' title='Unfortunatly Unfortunate'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-5884042643477325435</id><published>2007-07-18T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T02:33:47.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>I'm watching an infomercial on TV at 2:30 a.m... wow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-5884042643477325435?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/5884042643477325435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=5884042643477325435' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5884042643477325435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5884042643477325435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/07/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-292584605866494129</id><published>2007-07-16T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:32:51.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am infact, Alive.</title><content type='html'>First off, HUGE thanks to AJ and Chris who got a very brief look into the world of Dez when they helped us hay on friday... we only pullled 126 bales off the field and due to rain we didn't even unload them, but the help is very much appreciated. :D That also gives all you folks a chance to help with the other 174 bales we still need!! Not sure when, weather depending, don't worry I'll post here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... the landlord is comming today to take a look at our apartment... FINALLY!!! And I've also managed to unpack some stuff, go me :D Our house is unpacked, but my bedroom not so much... but I'm making some headway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND WILL THE NEW NANA EVER COME OUT?!?!? Sorry, its been 3 weeks... I'm going through withdrawls... I"m going to start rereading Nana, which is weird, I NEVER reread books, and I rarely rewatch movies... but atm I'm rereading Sword of Truth, Nana, Parakiss, and Harry Potter. Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Harry Potter, the new movie was SO FANTASTIC!! I saw it with my family last night!! Was a very excellent time... also can't wait for the book, but since I intend on rereading the entire series first it will be a while before I read it, SO! No talking to me about it... NOTHING, not even a tiny bit. THe other reason for waiting is I have to let my Sister Mom and Dad read it before me, so I might as well get the others outa the way. So nervous about the ending...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I"m going back to bartending at BP... I've had enough of PRT sorting trees... especially after thursday when all the middleaged women were acting like children. It was the worst display of "me me me" I'd ever seen. Very disapointing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy news, I got a PS2!!!! And Nic (Tubman, Steph (roommate)'s b/f, and kitchen worker at BP) lent me Kingdom Hearts I and II!!! So, that has been occupying me very much :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure what else to tell y'all... so I'm going to leave you with my fave secret from PostSecrets this week... it made me very happy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made this face -&gt;:D 4 other times in this post....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087925649993570866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rpvxa_N3GjI/AAAAAAAAADs/Q2xvP0hPSoA/s320/complicated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-292584605866494129?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/292584605866494129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=292584605866494129' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/292584605866494129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/292584605866494129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-i-am-infact-alive.html' title='Yes, I am infact, Alive.'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rpvxa_N3GjI/AAAAAAAAADs/Q2xvP0hPSoA/s72-c/complicated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-506884903268020640</id><published>2007-07-11T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:53:28.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(volunteer) HAYERS NEEDED!!!</title><content type='html'>So only Chris so bravely volunteered (Chris, I'll be phoneing you thursday) to come help us hay, but I'm sending out a desperate plea again. My mom has 2 broken ribs so she will be confined to the truck, leaving my dad, chris (hopefully), and I to do the haying... we start this friday, and should finish this saturday, so if ANY of you can help either day please let me know... *puppy eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-506884903268020640?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/506884903268020640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=506884903268020640' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/506884903268020640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/506884903268020640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/07/volunteer-hayers-needed.html' title='(volunteer) HAYERS NEEDED!!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-4120088661997281624</id><published>2007-07-10T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T17:43:10.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think Never is Enough</title><content type='html'>Ya never is enough... except wait!! I'm certain that between Melissa and myself we've covered all of these events... let us examine it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, am I to wake up suddenly and then &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I wake up daily, and most of my actions are sudden)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enroll at the local college, earn me a degree &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(And University)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I could work weekends? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Don't all of us... I mean, what ARE weekends off?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I've worked real hard&lt;br /&gt;I could mow your back yard &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Thats a pretty big "if")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go to Europe, travel with my friends &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Or by herself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can blow a thousand deutsche marks&lt;br /&gt;to get drunk in a pub with some Australians &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Actually the Auzzie's paid for her drinks...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a giant backpacksew a flag on the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think never is enough (yeah never is enough)&lt;br /&gt;I never want to do that stuff&lt;br /&gt;I think never is enough (yeah never is enough)&lt;br /&gt;You never have to do that stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had to spend a summer planting trees &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Instead we picked pinecones and sorted seedlings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never worked my way through a forest inch by inch &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Mel made some good distance picking pinecones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubled over on my hands and knees &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(do we REALLY want to talk about how much time I spend on my knees?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never spent a single day in retail &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Just door to door sales)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling people what they want to hear&lt;br /&gt;telling people &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to make a sale &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Seriously, I needed money)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating in the food courtwith the old and the bored &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(They're not kidding... only the old and bored teenagers to keep you company on lunch breaks at Sport Chek)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think never is enough (yeah never is enough)&lt;br /&gt;I never want to do that stuff&lt;br /&gt;I think never is enough (yeah never is enough)&lt;br /&gt;You never have to do that stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worlds your oyster shell&lt;br /&gt;But what's that funny smell &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(The mould in my apartment bathroom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat the bivalve anyway&lt;br /&gt;you're sick with salmonella &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(I had Norwalk once...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get your Ph.D &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(BA in English and History)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How happy you will be&lt;br /&gt;When you get a job at Wendy's &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(Tim Hortons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And are honored with employee of the month&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; (At Denny's... I'm not certain why I was ACTUALLY proud...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think never is enough (yeah never is enough)&lt;br /&gt;I never want to do that stuff&lt;br /&gt;I think never is enough (yeah never is enough)&lt;br /&gt;You never have to do that stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-4120088661997281624?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/4120088661997281624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=4120088661997281624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/4120088661997281624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/4120088661997281624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-never-is-enough.html' title='I Think Never is Enough'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-2123909008559491340</id><published>2007-07-08T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:19:41.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sgt Dezeray Reporting for Duty!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, lets be honest with one another. I'm more updating out of obligation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirely sure what to say, I've moved into my apartment, seems my bathroom is overrun with mould that I can't find, though I've bleached everything. We're talking to the landlord tomorrow and may be moving somewhere else sooner than anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRT (sorting seedlings job) is going alright, except they ran out of work for us for a couple days which was a little unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing about that job though is I've readapted to wakin gup early in the morning. Its nice to get up earlier and actually accomplish something during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was super fun tho! I had Melissa's surprise bday party in Barkerville that noone came to. Melissa and I however, had absolutly tonnes of fun! We sang songs at the top of our lungs there and back, spent way too much money, got dressed up and had our picture taken, waded through a waterfall just for pictures sake... way too much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy from the days events tho, so I'm off to bed... hope everyone is well in blogger land, and for the record, I'm stealing my neighbors internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT!!! Haying season is upon us, and due to mother's injuries from the motorcycle accident, I fear she will be doing nothign more than driving. So, I'm on the hunt for volunteers to come help move hay bales in the possibly near future. Cold drinks will be supplied. Comment on this blog to apply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-2123909008559491340?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/2123909008559491340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=2123909008559491340' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2123909008559491340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2123909008559491340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/07/sgt-dezeray-reporting-for-duty.html' title='Sgt Dezeray Reporting for Duty!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-2908779224606924885</id><published>2007-07-02T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:35:29.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so cool!</title><content type='html'>Seriously... I am. I got my &lt;a href="http://web.mit.edu/sailorhg/www/blog/nana_ring.jpg"&gt;Nana ring &lt;/a&gt;in the mail today :D Actually, I'm wearing it on my right ring finger as I type this. However, my fingers aren't as unnaturally long and slender as Nana's, so the ring actually goes from the base of my finger to my cuticle... but I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird sitting here in my room right now.... here is a bed, a small pile of clothes, my rice hat, and a garbage bag in it. Thats all. Posters off the wall, stars and high decorative shelves are still up, as are cieling occupants. Tomorrow, after I get a new bed, I should be staying in my new place. Once I get my class 5 licence I'll be a big girl!! I have a credit card, and apartment, a blockbuster membership... its like I'm all growed up! Scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm hoping to be able to steal internet from my neighbors till I get my own, or I can just walk up to the Mickey Dee's, since they have wireless, but I may not be on for a while since I'm working 50+ hours a week atm. Gotta love 2 jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of jobs, I start work at 7 a.m. tomorrow so if I fall asleep now maybe that extra bit of sleep will banish this clinging hangover...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-2908779224606924885?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/2908779224606924885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=2908779224606924885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2908779224606924885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2908779224606924885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-so-cool.html' title='I&apos;m so cool!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-2969802409096340401</id><published>2007-06-24T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:34:00.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Impulsive One</title><content type='html'>Many things to report, from minor to major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, one of my horses (Apollo) tried to kill himself and Kantana. He pulled back while both of them were tied to the hitching rail, broke off both fence posts, drug Kantana by the post around the yard flipping out, rearing and such. I kept trying to jump in to detatch Kantana then Apollo from the post but Apollo wouldn't stand still long enough for me to get in, eventually one of the fence posts fell off the rail on Kantana's side, and they finally stood long enough for me to dettach Kantana. Once Kantana was released from the rail, the tension between them removed, Apollo remained still long enough for me to detach him as well. I konw I cannot describe to you the horror I felt while all of this happened, so I won't bother trying. Just as I was detaching Apollo my mom arrived and watched me sieze Kantana's head in my arms hugging him and sobbing while calling Apollo every horrible name I could think of. At the time I felt no injury but by the time I made it back to the house I noticed the tip of my pinky finger had swollen. It must have been crushed between the swinging fence posts and the rail in one of the escape attempts. The next morning to my horror I discovere I had strained my inner elbow, making it difficult to use my bicep, making work absolutly aweful. Also, my middle finger on the same hand is sprained. At this point all but my middle finger have healed. Very annoying, but enough complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I start my new job, I work monday-friday 7 a.m.-3 p.m. I will continue to work at BP as well, i'm doing my last bartending shifts this week, then I will go back to a lowly server working wednesday-friday evenings. Excitingly, this leaves me with saturday sundays free :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other exciting news, Saturday Stephanie Roos and I put a damage deposit down on a 2 bedroom apartment in Oak Manor on 15th ave. Theoretically we could be moving in this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also saturday I managed to put a couple extra holes in my head... now w/e posses me to everyonce in a while alter my appearance I shall never know. It is entertaining tho. However, the minor pain it leaves me with, on top of a burnt middle finger (from dinner this evening) the other middle finger sprained, my thumb infected, and a mild headache, leaves me with multiple aches... There I go complaining again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great fun tho! Jen Schluter, Brendan, Cole, Tiffany, Suzie and I all headed out to the lake!! Cole and Tiff played volleyball, Suzie and Brendan did horrible dances, all but I swam, it was most excellent :D we left the apartment around 11:30, and were back again shortly afer 2. We will have to do it again, on a day when people are more available :) Pictures will be posted at a later date :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I somehow need to entirely switch my sleeping patterns over, so a bath and bed are in order from this girl. If you don't hear from me too much in the next while try not to worry, I'm just busy as always :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-2969802409096340401?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/2969802409096340401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=2969802409096340401' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2969802409096340401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2969802409096340401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/06/impulsive-one.html' title='The Impulsive One'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-1347519679274204531</id><published>2007-06-18T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:17:29.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids these days</title><content type='html'>I'm switching, for the night, to a very point form posting structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was boring, then crazy busy did 90% of my sales in 1 1/2 hours. Talked with the manager whilst polishing glasses, was very nice. Got home late, was dead tired, discovered my sister and her friends on the trampoline so we stayed up talking and watching the ever approaching dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fathers day we spent hours at the show and shine, my forehead is now burnt, paid for my father and grandfather's lunch, dad and i had a nap on the couch, made pancakes and berries for dinner, watched some TV he went to bed while I stayed up feeling sorry for myself. Cole and AJ are the only friend I have who are single at this moment... Also, e-bay + credit card + love for Nana = bad. Bought the ring nana wears for only $5 from hong kong, so after shipping and stuff it was only $12, my very first internet purchase :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was cleaning cleaning cleaning, watched the end of &lt;u&gt;Cabaret&lt;/u&gt; and the begining of &lt;u&gt;Stick It&lt;/u&gt; with Tiff, then searching for a cafe with Jenny that &lt;em&gt;happened &lt;/em&gt;to be open past 5 p.m. on a monday. Then we rolled down the aisles of staples in chairs, entertaining the staff, coached a Mohawk worker on his last shift through creating a triple scoop ice cream cone for me and scratched lottery tickets. Jenny won on the bonus! Went to Stephs, watched "Never Been Kissed" then came home and here I are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel gets home in 10 days! I'm more than excited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I go to Red Rock Nursery for orientation, sorting seedlings. Its piece work, the average worker makes $12/hour. Now I have to weasle out of bartending for BP, could be tricky. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-1347519679274204531?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/1347519679274204531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=1347519679274204531' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1347519679274204531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1347519679274204531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/06/kids-these-days.html' title='Kids these days'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-6375900285756892735</id><published>2007-06-16T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T16:29:54.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is my friday!!!</title><content type='html'>SO! we'll start with the photoshoot, since at this very moment i'm doing all the prints for it. I was there for 3 1/2 hours, took nearly 300 pictures, and the client selected 36 of them! All in all I'd say it was a success; however, the actually printing right now isn't going so hot. At the begining they were comming out fine, but then I ran out of B&amp;W but I had a spare so no biggie. Then for some reason the red isn't printing very well :S I'm nto certain why, so now that I've printed all the 4x6's I'll give the printer some time to cool down before doing the 5x7s... i hope it improves :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of life... not much exciting has happened. I go to work, I read some of my book, I come home read more of my book, go to sleep. I'm on book 4 of The Sword of Truth... I &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;rarely re-read books, but this series is so good I'm reading it for a 2nd time!!! It makes me very happy. The split shifts are getting to me. On Wednesday I phone 4 ppl, and noone answered the phone so I went to Connaught and read my book at a picnic table till it was time to go back to work. Was nice and relaxing but I really could be doing more with my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, after consutling my manual it says I should try cleaning the cartridges, which I'm attempting atm, whilst I eat apple sauce :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems all attempts at me moving out are being foiled, and I just may give up for the moment. There was a change in plans with Melissa, so my friend Steph offered up to move out with me, but SHE was supposed to move in with Kaylee, and in attempt to make sure noone felt left out Kaylee was also offered to move in with us... but, not to sound selfish, I really do not want two roommates. Its nothing against my friends, both of which I love dearly, but I'm kinda particular and seclusive, and having 2 roommates decreases the amount of alone time i'll have, increases the amount of ppl in the house at one time... plus, its easier for 2 people to mesh lifestyles than 3 people. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the cleaning of the cartridges kinda worked, I ended up washing one manually and after the 2nd auto clean it looks like its nearly fixed... close enough I hope :S Ok, now that i've started the 5x7s and i've rambled about enough meaningless thigns, I should go find my horses... they WERE wandering around outside in view, but now I can't see them :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-6375900285756892735?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/6375900285756892735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=6375900285756892735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/6375900285756892735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/6375900285756892735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-is-my-friday.html' title='Today is my friday!!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-4837376770044039477</id><published>2007-06-11T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T10:45:52.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But I don't wanna....</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I keep going to update my blog, and then change my mind and do something else. But it's been over a week now, so I should throw a few things out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography: Doing my first commisioned photoshoot this tuesday for my GM. Also, in the next week or two I shall be doing a shoot for some promotional photography for a band's website. Also, For the first time ever I've placed photos in a photo album... its kinda nice to have moments of my life and pieces of me in an organized manor easily accessible. Lastly, i've updated my &lt;a href="http://dezdez.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;deviant art site&lt;/a&gt; again, so check it out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horses: Fat and happy... we've been spending much time together playing and talking and cuddling and scratchign since the bugs are bad. Should really start riding more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work: I'm not a big fan of it right now... I think its a combination of lower tips and grumpier customers... but since it looks like I can get the time off I need this summer I'm going to stick it out for at least a couple more months... also might pick up another 5 hour shift a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life: Theres actually a few things to say on this... in randomness last tuesday Steph and I went for coffee.... in Quesnel. Except instead of coffee we ended up having A&amp;W b/c I was starving. The other part of life I find hilarious right now. As I"ve mentioned 100 times on this blog, I have EVERY Sunday Monday Tuesday off... every week. Once again, last week noone called to hang out on any of these three days. Now I'm also to blame since I'm not calling ppl either, but more to the point of my story. When wednesday rolls around and I have to go back to work, low and behold, 3 phone calls and 4 text messages!! People never cease to amaze me. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news i'm cleaning my room, organizing, sick but getting healthy again, and reading lots. Now that you're all bored out of your skulls, I shall bid yee adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-4837376770044039477?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/4837376770044039477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=4837376770044039477' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/4837376770044039477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/4837376770044039477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/06/but-i-dont-wanna.html' title='But I don&apos;t wanna....'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-8806846228375409107</id><published>2007-06-03T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T11:19:06.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse of the Bens</title><content type='html'>Bah! What a busy past few days... Friday, got up in the morning, went directly to work, got off work, went to Melissa's house for playing with kids and dinner, then went out dancing!! Stayed out till WAY too late, met this guy, had this instant connection, his name you ask? Ben. I couldn't believe it. But this one wasn't a pisces. That night I had the best kiss of my life. It was everything a first kiss should be, soft warm easy comforting perfect. Got up the next morning, went to work, after work drove up to the hart communtiy centre to bartend, and after that went to the boys' apartment for Jen's welcome home/Jeremy's going away party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest thing at the party last night tho... AJ was trying to do handstand pushups, and they were terrible... not his strength, but form. So I got up to show him how it was done, perfect elegant... oh ya, being out of gymnastics for over 6 years, I don't have the strength to push back up. Very funny. Very unfortunate, and embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made no money this week either... very frustrating. Wednesday I probably made the most, at about $70. Thursday $40, Friday $35, Saturday.... a whopping $18, but my float was short that day, so I only brought home $13. Hurrah. And i went home 2 hours early saturday, an hour early friday, and 1.5 hours early thursday... Plus at the Hart Community centre, they brought in way too many bartenders, and I was tired, so after 1.5 hours they were talking about sending someone home, adn the 2 useless ones weren't offering, so I did. Also got no tips. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun with teh kidlets to!!! There is nothing in life to make you feel more loved, than a 2 year old girl sitting on the couch next to you and cuddling up to you!!! Me and Carter played catch, then I set up Mario Kart for them, me and Maddy looked for the missing polar bear... all in all way too much fun! OH! Maddy and Danny watched me put on my makeup, and in the end they somehow had shiny lips, and pretty blue/purple eyelids *angelic look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwyays, I have no idea what is up for today, but I'm sure I"ll figure it out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-8806846228375409107?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/8806846228375409107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=8806846228375409107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8806846228375409107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8806846228375409107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/06/curse-of-bens.html' title='The Curse of the Bens'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-1061428908174573092</id><published>2007-06-01T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T01:52:48.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those things called life love and happiness.</title><content type='html'>I really feel I've had enough of all of them. Think about that collection of words tho... isn't life really the search of happiness obtained through the love of something/one... so w/o one there cannot be the other. Interessting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really... I remember why I hate ppl being all drooly over me... they're never ppl I'm attracted to. Though I think thats partially b/c they let me walk all over them, and I find that very unattractive... I only go for the ones that have no interest :P. I should explain how I got my printer... a very cute, and very dorky/nerdy boy was standing around at London Drugs, so I approached him in my "on a mission and confident about it" way, asking about a very specific printer. Instantly I can tell this boy is attracted to me, he scuttles over to a computer and starts looking it up, discovers they don't have it, looks up who in Canada does. Finds one with 4, phones, they won't send it up, phones 4 more stores, none will send it up, one says they MAY be able to, they'll call him back, so I wander off for a while... he tracks me down, says they havne't called, should he call them again? I tell him its no big deal, they call a little while later explaining they can't send it up... he takes my information so he can call me if he finds one... not 2 hours later I get a phone call from him, he tracked one down... I can't even fathom how many stores he called, or how long it took him... seirously, crazy. Today was a blast from the past, and i"m not certain how to take it... he showed up at BP, we chatted for a while, then both took off, he came back at night to meet up with friends, then we all decided to go out for a couple drinks and dancing. He drove me there, fair enough, then he drank way too much, resulting in me driving his car to BP, leaving it there and driving him home in my car. Came with him upstairs b/c he had a toaster he didn't need so he wanted me to have it for when I move out, cool cool. Just as I'm leaving, drunk part of boy starts gushing feelings again... he really messed up when he was with me, he wishes htings would've worked out, he really likes me, blah blah blah, oh, and I regret not hooking up with you that night you were drunk. GAH! Um... thanks? But to be honest, its emotionally draining to be around these ppl who are more like puppy dogs... I dont mean to sound arrogant or anything... jsut, frustrated right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do I seem incapable of controlling my own wants and desires?!? I couldn't believe, that while laying in the arms of a guy, I still wished it was a very specific someone. Why do I only want what I can't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what is with life changing in a moments notice. When I returned from Edmonton many things were thrown at me, changes and decisions... I got it all sorted out, had a plan... and change AGAIN! Frustrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt this post really makes sense, and I dearly hope I don't come off as arrogant or concieted or anything. Just frustrated at the moment... I'm really a closet fairytale end wisher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-1061428908174573092?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/1061428908174573092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=1061428908174573092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1061428908174573092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1061428908174573092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/06/those-things-called-life-love-and.html' title='Those things called life love and happiness.'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-2080243489990300775</id><published>2007-05-30T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:59:07.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I bought a Pita, and left my heart!</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day, leaving me feeling more balanced than I have felt in 2 months. Though at the end of the day I notice there is still a void, but it is less, and went unnoticed during the day. Its hard to explain this void tho, so I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i did so much and so little today... not in any specific order, I did some thinking, relaxing, reading, washed laundry, did dishes, washed laundry BY HAND (thank goodness for washing machines, if I had to do that for everything I would cry daily), I rode Kantana, got ran over by Apollo, killed some weeds, took some pictures, watched a movie with Cole, tried to go to a bar with Cole (they were all empty), went for a walk and played on a playground with Cole, went and saw a couple ppl at Dennys, now i'm at home and about to watch Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said tho, it was balanced. I did most of the things in my life that are important to me, I rode my horse, took pictures, read a book, spent time with friends... it really was most excellent. But it was also my last day off, and I go back to work tomorrow. A split shift, 11 a.m.-2:30 p.m. and then 5 p.m.-9:30 p.m. I HATE that shift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-2080243489990300775?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/2080243489990300775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=2080243489990300775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2080243489990300775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2080243489990300775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-bought-pita-and-left-my-heart.html' title='I bought a Pita, and left my heart!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-1321684756340866719</id><published>2007-05-29T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T00:08:53.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update :D</title><content type='html'>Shit... there were 2 reasons for this post... and now I can only remember one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well heres the only one I can remember at this moment in time. My dear friend Kenny, who many of you know and love, made a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQnH7kpUxYE"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; about tea, and I thought it was particularily funny, and well done :D so all of you should enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something else, bigger and more important, but I can't remember for the life of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In randomness, the mosquitos are driving me FUCKING CRAZY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-1321684756340866719?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/1321684756340866719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=1321684756340866719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1321684756340866719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1321684756340866719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/05/quick-update-d.html' title='Quick Update :D'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-3500550792876362959</id><published>2007-05-28T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T17:31:51.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination is like Masturbation... in the end you're just fucking yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tho I've actually fond other ways of fucking myself over to... lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't posted in just over a week, and SO many things have happened so I will break them into segments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1-Edmonton: 27 hours of freedom from PG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right, I was only gone 27.5 hours in total. The night before we left (Tuesday) I had to work, and it was ssssooooooooo dead that they actually got me out of there by 8 pm. I would've been out by 7:30 but one of my tables ordered desert b/c it was her birthday and then I took all of their picture, which was really cool! Then I sped off to Photo club, an hour late, and watched a presentation on advanced techniques for Photoshop! Was great, learned a couple cool things, but it became to much information after a while so I ducked out before it was finished (the guy was making 50 layers, it was ridiculous!!!) So off to Kayla's (my general manager and concert buddy) house. It was nice, we chatted, watched some TV (Sex and the city, law and order) very relaxing. Then to bed we went, tho I stayed up for some time reading "Rage of Angels" by Sidney Sheldon. This, btw, is my favourite book! It has such a bittersweet ending tho... makes me think I'm a sucker for punishment. I finished this book by the end of the drive to Edmonton. The drive was fine, me and Kayla chatted a bit, listened to music, I read my book, enjoyed the scenery, it was snowing in Hinton :S and very cold in Edmonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Edmonton with only 2 hours before the show, so we headed to Jeremy's place (Kayla's little brother) got ready for the concert and took the L-Train to Rexall Place!! Now, as most of you know, I LOVE taking things like the sky train, C-train, etc. For some reason, the state of mind I was in, this time it was even better. I felt like a character from my fave manga waiting for the train to go see a concert... it was so perfect. Anwyays, got there, got inside just in time to see Hot Hot Heat open!! I only knew 3-4 of their songs, but all the songs I knew I LOVED!!! They were very great. Then it was the break to get set up for the Killers, so off me and Kayla went to get food... we waited in line for over 1/2 hour to get a freakin hotdog!!! The lines next to us were moving twice as fast, the lady manning our till was bordering on being a COMPLETE IDIOT!! Gah. Very frustrating. We were late getting back to our seats, but lucky for us the Killers were even later getting on stage. Then the Killers did something I'm not used to... their opening song wasn't one of their hit singles. Was very odd for me, since every concert I've gone to the band opens with a song well known. Anyways, it was great, there were BARRELS of glitter being thrown in the air!! Made me SOOOOOOO happy!! And it was worth it all just to hear "Mr. Brightside" I've alwyas loved/hated that song... it just reminds me of my own situation on a few occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert I bought my very first Band Shirt! Its really crazy taht I've never boughten one before, but I saw a Hot Hot Heat one that I LOVED, however, they were sold out when I got to the Merch table, but there was another one I really liked, so I got it!! Then we headed off to the West Ed Mall where Jeremy went off to the Casino while Kayla, Laura (Jeremy's g/f) and I wandered around looking at random things. At one point I rolled along the floor just cause, and Kayla said I was making my own ride. And the best part of the night... MASSAGE CHAIRS!! Seriously, $2 for 4 minutes of HEAVEN. It was one of the better massages I've had... very worth the toonie. Then we headed to the Casino to drag Jeremy out and go home, however, blocking the entrance to the Casino was a picket line. APparently the casino workers were on strike, but only 1/2 of them, lots of backstabbing, etc, but these picketers were RUDE!! They've been battering all the customers going in, it was really terrible. Anwyays, I had my first gambling session!! It SUCKED! I put $5 into a couple slot machines, and I hated every second of it. Then Kayla put $5 into another one and that sucked as well. I will probably never go gambling again. So we headed back to Jeremy's place and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2-Prince George: Grad, Prom, and a BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we drove home from Edmonton VERY early the next morning (5:30 a.m. to be exact) so that I could make it in time for my Sister's Validictorian Ceremony. Goign through Jasper I got to take a bunch of pictures through the window, and actually caught some good ones. I'm not in Jasper as planned this weekend tho b/c it is SO cold there! I'm a fair weathered photographer so I"m going to go not next weekend, but the weekend after. We arrived at Kayla's house where Stevie was patiently waiting, about 35 mins before the ceremony started, but when Kayla offered her shower, I couldn't refuse and quickly hopped in. Was very nice, very refreshing, then I flew down to the CN centre, and then waited for my parents who were runnign late, then we all barrelled inside to discover no good seats were left, but then I spent the ceremony in the Camera pit anywyas. Took a while to adjust the white balance in the room, but I got it figured it out, and got some good pictures... of Tiffany's friends. The ones of her aren't so great, but such is life I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all ran home to get Tiffany ready for Prom, I took another swack of pictures, she looked amazing, so did Adam her best friend and date. AND Adam's father allowed him to take the LEXUS to prom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they departed my mom and I went to dinner, which was really nice. I don't get to spend near enough time with my mom. Then she left to go practice riding her motorcycle in a parking lot, and I headed to Tiffany's actual prom to take pictures of everyone. At one point during the pictures I had to cameras around my neck, one hanging off my left wrist, and two more on my right wrist, and Cole was holding 3 more cameras!! Was very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After THAT we (Cole and I) headed BACK up to Kayla's house for Jessie's going away BBQ. There weren't many ppl there at the begining, but Shelly's daughter was there, plus Kayla's niece and nephew, so I took a swack more pictures... by the end of htis one day I had taken 500+ I love shooting digital. When ppl finally started showing up me and Cole took off since I was so exausted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3-Printer, Publik Party, Police&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went back to work, and it was so boring I got to sit behind the bar and read for a little while... saturday was even MORE boring, and I read my book for probably an hour and text messaged ppl... noone (except Jenny) replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was an interesting day tho. I tried to purchase a printer, but only London Drugs sells it in town, and they didn't have any and after phoning 4 stores, noone was willing to ship it up here, so the guy took my info, and happily called a couple hours later to inform me that someone is shipping one up and it will be here either wednesday or friday :D Its a &lt;a href="http://h10010.www1.hp.com/wwpc/ca/en/un/WF05a/18972-18972-3328063-15100-3328076-426170.html"&gt;HP Photosmart 8750&lt;/a&gt; I'm very excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that excitment I headed to the Casino to visit my friend Angela at work. We chatted for a while, and I was very happy to see her, and JUST as I was leaving, who shows up? My friend Josh, who happens to be Bar Manager at the Publik. He sees me and says "DON"T move, I'll brb" so I eargerly await, htinking he's got a job for me bartending... but no, he asks if I want to party, b/c its their staff party that night and he was allowed to bring one guest. I agree to go thinking it would be fun, and then the jerk informs me he just hired another bartender, so theres not opening. Bastard. Anwyasy, I meet him at the Publik at 5 pm and hang out while he cooks samosa... drunk. Then I end up jumping in and helping him make the samosa... crazy where life leads you!! Who thougth I would end up in the Publik while they were closed cooking samosa?!? I love how strange life can be. We finish that up and head off to Nechako Bowling alley, played some foosball, airhockey, sat around chatting, met some of the members from The Hellsmen, they invited me to their show which I doubt I'll be able to attend unfortunately :S but i'll see what I can do. Met a super cool chick, one of the guitarists g/fs actually, AND the manager who hired Becca at the Waddling Duck. Then the drama errupted, g/fs fighting with b/fs, g/fs bitchings about shit, boys getting into fights... it got so intense at one point that everyone went outsdie to fight, the cops were called, and when I decided to haul Josh's drunk ass home I discovered 4 police cars around mine... now WHY did the drunks decide to fight around MY car... one of the officers "Guided" me out, but I was paranoid as hell since I only have one headlight... thankfully my dad and I got my muffler back on the otehr day. But it all worked out, and Crystal Sonny Josh and I all headed back to Josh's to play "Ring of Fire" and I also had my first "Strip Poker" experience. I nearly lost, and being tired and grumpy once I got down to my underwear I informed them I would not be removing another article of clothing... Josh didn't like that, but Sonny was sympathetic and understood, and of course Crystal did as well since we were similarily naked, lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, its been a crazy week... I love how you never know where life is going to take you, you just have to stay open and flexible and let it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4-Picture time :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone knows, my sister made her dress and the masks she and her date are wearing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RltzQQVbGKI/AAAAAAAAACs/cyU9FHbUp10/s1600-h/DSC_1114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069772528635549858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RltzQQVbGKI/AAAAAAAAACs/cyU9FHbUp10/s320/DSC_1114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RltzQgVbGLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZehxQ7eDu4Q/s1600-h/DSC_1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069772532930517170" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RltzRAVbGOI/AAAAAAAAADM/KAdazamT8P8/s320/DSC_1251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rltz7AVbGPI/AAAAAAAAADU/YX4uJcwoInM/s1600-h/DSC_1291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069773263074957554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rltz7AVbGPI/AAAAAAAAADU/YX4uJcwoInM/s320/DSC_1291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rltz7QVbGQI/AAAAAAAAADc/fU-V1pmqZAI/s1600-h/DSC_1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069773267369924866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rltz7QVbGQI/AAAAAAAAADc/fU-V1pmqZAI/s320/DSC_1337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rltz8gVbGRI/AAAAAAAAADk/XJt8m2Plb_g/s1600-h/DSC_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-3500550792876362959?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/3500550792876362959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=3500550792876362959' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3500550792876362959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3500550792876362959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/05/procrastination-is-like-masturbation-in.html' title='Procrastination is like Masturbation... in the end you&apos;re just fucking yourself.'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RltzQQVbGKI/AAAAAAAAACs/cyU9FHbUp10/s72-c/DSC_1114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-8473426003828569338</id><published>2007-05-20T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:53:03.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well He's a Friend and I Knew Him Before Ya</title><content type='html'>Your famous friend, ya I blew him before ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! To help fuel my wonderful manga/anime obsession atm (only Paradise Kiss and Nana) Cole burnt me all the songs from those two animes :D :D :D So happy!! I put them on while i was running today, very excellent. Which leadsl me to my next topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father bought a treadmill the other day! Hurray for me, now I don't have to risk the dogs of the neighbourhood or go into town to run at Massey then wander around town sweaty! Excellent. But then I did soemthing very silly and ran in BARE feet... bah. My feet hurt so bad... I almost have no skin in certain patches on the balls of my feet... so very hurty. So today I put on shoes like a smart kid :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH! Work is frustrating me sssooooo badly right now. My schedule was all flipped around next week which is annoying as hell, but I managed to make the best of it, and it worked out great. But it actually doesnt'... .tuesday the photoclub is doing a studio portrait demonstration and i REALLY wanted to see it... and then I turn around and the moron schedules me for wednesday to!!! Thank goodness its the General Manager taking me to Edmonton, she put a huge note on the schedule saying "Dezeray CANNOT work this wednesday" so it all works out, but its still a major piss off. Plus Amber, the other bartender isn't supposed to get home till late tuesday, and he scheduled her to SERVE tuesday 5-10. I take serving shifts from time to time, but Amber almost NEVER does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else exciting happened that I wanted to post about, but I really cant remmeber :S Today should be a good day tho, we're gunna go do my horses feet, then I'm going to meet up with Amanda (friend from school) and we're gunna get icecream, go to a park, and watch Shrek 3 :D:D:D very excited. With that I should post this and go catch victim, I mean horse, number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT! Speaking of my beasts of burden, i realized Kantana is very easily the love of my life. Yesterday we had a HUGE lightning storm, that turned into pouring rain and hail. So outside i run to put hte horses in the barn, they are quite relieved to see me, and follow me right in. 10 mins later its sunny, so I put them out in the arena so they can play and eat! Couple hours later same thing, rain, hail, run outside to pull them out of the arena and they WOULD NOT COME!! Everytime I got close to them they ran away, then finally i lfet the gate open in hopes they would go to the barn on their own accord, which they almost did till lightning struck above the barn sending them running, then they stood outside EATING. Jerks. Finally got them in, and I returned to the house soaking wet. Have I mentioned I was in boxers, a teeshirt, crocs, and an auzzie coat?!? The things I do for those boys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-8473426003828569338?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/8473426003828569338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=8473426003828569338' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8473426003828569338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8473426003828569338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-hes-friend-and-i-knew-him-before.html' title='Well He&apos;s a Friend and I Knew Him Before Ya'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-6063071969075205490</id><published>2007-05-18T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T10:53:55.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shoebox of Life!!</title><content type='html'>So maybe its true.... maybe everything does happen for a reason!!! Everyweek I get sunday monday tuesday off, and this week I don't. This week in fact I get sunday off, then wednesday thursday off. This actually annoyed me at first b/c I had intended on going to Jasper for those 3 days off by myself to do some massive photography; however, I really needed the thursday off for my sisters graduation. Then while I was at work yesterday my manager Kayla, who has been planning on going to the Killers for quite some time now, discovered the girl she was going with can't make it now. Bummer. She was quite upset, and kept expressing she needed to find someone with wednesday thursday off. Well guess who has those days off? But I need to be home for Thursday, so I kinda halfheartidly offerred explaining that I have to be home EARLY thursday for my sisters grad.... so guess whos going to the Killers in Edmonton? Thats right, I am. Really actually quite excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to be a busy next 2 weeks tho, work tonight (if I decide I'm healthy enough to even bother), work Saturday, Sunday off going to get icecream and go to a park with Amanda, work monday tuesday, leave for edmonton wednesday, come home thursday, go to my sisters grad, do the photographer thing of her in her dress, work friday saturday, then go to Jasper sunday come home tuesday :D very excited. Haven't decided where to sleep while I'm in Jasper tho... I could stay at a hostel for $24/night, or I could just sleep in my car... we'll see!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should go to work tonight... even though the things i'm doing aren't too too expensive, they're still going to cost money. OH! ANd in happiness, seems like the piercing in the top of my right ear has FINALLY healed... last week it hurt so bad I was concerned that i was going to have to give it up, but today its entirely fine :D Very happy. Also, Tattoo is nearly done healing... its so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents sent me the BEST fairytale today... I'd like to share it with you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once  upon a time, a guy asked a girl, "Will you marry me?" The girl said "No" and she  lived happily ever after and went shopping, drank martinis with friends, always  had a clean house, never had to cook, had a closet full of shoes and handbags,  stayed skinny, and was never farted on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The benefits of living in the sticks. Im home alone right now, and currently sitting on the couch in front of the bay window... naked. And now I'm going to go jump on the trampoline :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-6063071969075205490?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/6063071969075205490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=6063071969075205490' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/6063071969075205490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/6063071969075205490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/05/shoebox-of-life.html' title='The Shoebox of Life!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-2632099886954280548</id><published>2007-05-17T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T09:34:46.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastically Foiled!</title><content type='html'>Well this week has certainly been a productive one, tho many roadblocks have popped up! :S My three days off were very excellent, I cleaned alot, the house, my room (tho after doing lots of laundry you wouldn't know :S), my car, bathed both my horses. And speaking of my days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyweek, unless otherwise stated I have Sunday, Monday, Tuesday off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe I got one phone call during those days off... then Wednesday, my first day back at work, I get 2-3!! Come on people!! lol!! Now having stated that, next week I do NOT have sunday-tuesday off, one of the roadblocks. I really REALLY wanted to go to Jasper this sunday and come home tuesday just to take lots of pictures and stuff, but I have to work monday tuesday this week and get wednesday thursday off. Which actually really works b/c its my sisters grad on thursday so thats good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that its been nearly 2 months since I was last on antibiotics I think my body has decided to go into withdrawls and is causing me to spit up CUPS of fluid that are a lovely yellow colour. I'm so sick of being sick. However, I feel better today than I did yesterday which means I'll actually go into work, unfortunatly, yesterday I was thinking I should call in sick... maybe I'll just work the first 1/2 of my shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The otehr roadblock? SCHOOL! I've decided I hate it, for starters, lol, not really new news. But I want something to show for the amount of work I have put into it, so instead of the 9 courses required to get my diploma, I can take 2 more classes and get a certificate! Great right? No, one of the classes I need is only offerred in the spring! Grrr... so now I have no idea if I will even bother going back this fall. So frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that I should go rake my hair and paint my face so I don't frighten the customers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-2632099886954280548?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/2632099886954280548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=2632099886954280548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2632099886954280548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2632099886954280548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/05/fantastically-foiled.html' title='Fantastically Foiled!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-3205991394651342477</id><published>2007-05-13T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:12:38.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But all the COOL kids are doing it!!!</title><content type='html'>Or was it a suicide attempt?!?! None the less, I'm missing a good hunk of my middle finger on my left hand!!! Happened when I was cutting lemons at work... was such an interessting day, after that a very cute tree planter came in, he was from Winnipeg on his way to Dawsons Creek and had an 11 hour layover in PG. We talked for quite a while, he snowboards, spent $5600 on the BODY of his Nikon camera *jealous*, but his real passion is wakeboarding! He had nothing to do that night, and I didn't either so we made plans to meet at Shooters at 8:30, and me being me, was a little late, but I was IN the bar by 8:35, and he was nowhere to be found... so I hung out till 9:00 pm, then took off. I assume he got lost, or changed his mind, w/e not a big deal, but believe it or not that was the very first time I've been stood up!! Bought WAY too many munchies after that and went to Jennys house and watched "Night at the Museum" it was cute, then went home!! I love just letting life take you where it will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before at work was much more interessting. You see, I was serving a birthday party for a young girl, and her mom asked that when I bring out the cake I put 10 candles on it! Easy enough. So time comes, I can't find the stupid cake, finally find it, shove 10 candles on to it, round everyone up to sing songs, light the candles, carry it accross the restaurant, get it to the table, and everyone just stares at us... I brought the wrong @#*(&amp;R cake. Go figure! So we bring it back, I almost drop it, totally remove the whip cream in one spot and leave a thumbmark in the side of it... and it ALSO has 10 holes in it... but best of all, let me point out the writing on it said "Happy 17th Birthday Bridgette" You think I woulda clued in on the 17. After that naturally noone wanted to sing happy birthday for this table and I had to sucker new people in! Lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been SUCH a gong show lately. Its really frustrating. Not one shift this week did everyone come to work, in fact Thursday-Saturday we were short 2+ people. People calling in sick, going home sick 1/2 way through, people not showing up at all, people calling in to quit, management calling in sick. Management also had to slap on an apron for most of these shifts since we were so short staffed... its really frustrating, and annoying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I also managed to market myself to a complete stranger!! Kind of, he's the husband of a lady my mom rides with, whom among many were invited to our house the otehr night. I'm not sure how it started but we got into photography, I showed him some of my work, gave him my card, and I might be shooting his next album cover!! Very excited, and scared. Also, tomorrow I'm going to set up the lights and take proper family portraits! Excited and nervous about that... hopefully family is in a more photographic mood, and feels patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've covered most everything, I've been watching Nana quite a bit lately, and reading lots which is always nice and relaxign... but now I should feed the ponies, upload some pictures, and maybe go have a nice bath :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-3205991394651342477?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/3205991394651342477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=3205991394651342477' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3205991394651342477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3205991394651342477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/05/but-all-cool-kids-are-doing-it.html' title='But all the COOL kids are doing it!!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-1571071977542736459</id><published>2007-05-09T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:53:34.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FRIEND PHONED!</title><content type='html'>NAH nah nah nah nah nah.... My friend just phoneded me :D:D:D I'm so happy!!! She just arrived in London England, and is in the airport where she will be for a few hours waiting for her cousin to arrive. Incase anyone is curious, London is 8 hours ahead of Prince George. In other randomness, the calling card she used showed up on my caller ID as Idaho... maybe its implying something about me? *drum roll implying corny joke punchline*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, I just felt like bragging!! I misses my friend... :( BUT SHE PHONED ME AND I GOT TO TALK TO HER!! YAYAYAYAYAYYAAYYAAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;-Perma smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-1571071977542736459?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/1571071977542736459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=1571071977542736459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1571071977542736459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1571071977542736459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-friend-phoned.html' title='MY FRIEND PHONED!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-807909268004864429</id><published>2007-05-08T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:17:45.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna need your love... I'm a broken rose!</title><content type='html'>Well, let me tell you about my day so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty well sums it up. I haven't really gotten outa bed. Acutally, I've gotten out 3 times, once to go pee and grab George, once more to grab some lunch and *insert camera name here*, and one more time to put some Vitamin E on my tattoo and grab some more water. Its been most excellent. I lay here wallowing in self pity, then I checked all the blogs, looked at pictures on DA, Cole has graciously been sending me Nana so I've been watching anime in bed, I ate my breakfast here in bed, I edited some pictures, talked to Jenny on the phone... however I have a feeling my day of lazing is about to end, since I still have things I need to do, including bathing and starting the wood stove. But not in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fact about me. I'm a bitch. Its a simple fact. However, in conflict to that, I cannot stand hurting people. Discovering that I've caused someone pain, or knowing that I have to (breaking up with ppl, etc) causes me great pain. Infact, sometimes I think the pain i feel is greater than the pain i caused, which is really ironic and just plain silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, i'm done school this semester and have decided to only take 3 courses next semester and get my Business Administration Certificate, opposed to 5 classes then 4 more classes to get my Marketing Management Diploma. Also, I think I might get a different job... full time bartending or something! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now, omg, I just had the oddest craving for those "Cow" candies... you konw, the caramels with chocolate inside... or a kitkat bar... bah, i have a feeling I'm getting outa bed now... after I do my resume and watch another anime episode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-807909268004864429?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/807909268004864429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=807909268004864429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/807909268004864429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/807909268004864429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wanna-need-your-love-im-broken-rose.html' title='I wanna need your love... I&apos;m a broken rose!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-5370326761002597166</id><published>2007-05-04T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T01:30:04.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love List</title><content type='html'>1. Loves me for who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Great conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Truthful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Oral sex (w/o asking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Passionate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Supportive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Open Minded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Self confident&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-5370326761002597166?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/5370326761002597166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=5370326761002597166' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5370326761002597166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5370326761002597166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-list.html' title='Love List'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-3152871401056860554</id><published>2007-05-02T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T23:32:39.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Edmonton to Edmonton to spend a lot of money, home again home again sweeter than honey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rjl_dvE6dFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cXRq0ile1h4/s1600-h/dezdress2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok, so I actually got home monday, tho neither my blog or my voicemail are reflecting this! lol!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Edmonton was great, altered my physical appearance, got some down time in, spent WAY too much money, have portrait lights, did random things with the girls and have the pictures to prove it, didn't drink too terribly much (unfortunate), got some portrait lights for my camera, it was really great!!! Now it seems life has thrown all it has at me at once, so I"m trying to sort through all of that *sigh* it never rains, it pours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In other happy news, I got my grades back! English: A, Marketing-Personal Selling: A-, Marketing-Retail Management: B, Accounting 152: C+. HURRAY!!! Very happy with that, especially the C+ in accounting since I hate that class so much, not the teacher shes WONDERFUL, its just accounting is not logical to me at all :S. But I'm done. For now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saw the Love List with Kirsten yesterday, it was fantastically hilarious. Now I will write my own love list... later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Glad to be home, see you all soon I'm sure! But first I will leave you with some pictures of the past week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060215805157471314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rjl_dvE6dFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cXRq0ile1h4/s320/dezdress2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Me dressied up for the play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rjl_evE6dGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IKRXHcfZH8s/s1600-h/DSC_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060215822337340514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rjl_evE6dGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/IKRXHcfZH8s/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random metal horse we found in Edmonton... we were trying to eat eachother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rjl_ffE6dHI/AAAAAAAAACE/LKddx5JZZX0/s1600-h/DSC_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060215835222242418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rjl_ffE6dHI/AAAAAAAAACE/LKddx5JZZX0/s320/DSC_0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't see us behind an EDMONTON Tree!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rjl_gvE6dII/AAAAAAAAACM/LkbW9lCQRm4/s1600-h/DSC_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060215856697078914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rjl_gvE6dII/AAAAAAAAACM/LkbW9lCQRm4/s320/DSC_0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't we cute! We're actually sitting outside a church, not sure why me and Jen haven't lit on fire yet... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060217398590338226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RjmA6fE6dLI/AAAAAAAAACk/zT33xI7QIow/s320/DSC_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;WHy?!?!? Why is his nose so big?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060217381410469026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RjmA5fE6dKI/AAAAAAAAACc/r5AxQTyOXk4/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look! We're monkeys!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060217368525567122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RjmA4vE6dJI/AAAAAAAAACU/SlMw7U7QbAs/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;YAY! Shadow puppets on the hotel wall!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-3152871401056860554?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/3152871401056860554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=3152871401056860554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3152871401056860554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3152871401056860554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-edmonton-to-edmonton-to-spend-lot-of.html' title='To Edmonton to Edmonton to spend a lot of money, home again home again sweeter than honey!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rjl_dvE6dFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cXRq0ile1h4/s72-c/dezdress2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-3435235091864256631</id><published>2007-04-27T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:13:59.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I bid yee adieu.</title><content type='html'>Just a quick fare yee well to y'all!! Lol!!! Heading to edmonton in 3 hours 20 minutes. Have I started packing yet? no. Will I get any sleep tonight? Probably not. thats what the cars for right? Lol. I'll be back sometime monday, don't everyone fall apart w/o me ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-3435235091864256631?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/3435235091864256631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=3435235091864256631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3435235091864256631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3435235091864256631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-bid-yee-adieu.html' title='I bid yee adieu.'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-3634150992604902236</id><published>2007-04-26T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:53:09.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this envy nonsense? What does luck have to do with anything?</title><content type='html'>Warning: Rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when you do something, be it anything good, people are "envious", or think you're "lucky". I recently spent $1400 on a new camera, and when I told a friend of mine, she said I was lucky. I ask how? She replies b/c I have the money for it. SHE can't afford a new camera b/c she has car payments. Now have any of you LOOKED at my car? I love Stevie to death, but she's no Corvette. I made a choice, I bought a beater car so that I could bust my ass saving money for months to buy a new camera. She bought a nice car and is now making payments. Neither of us are lucky, we have different priorities and made choices based on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told another friend that I was considering trying to get a job on a cruise ship this fall. His instant response was he was envious. Of what? The fact I'm willing to fill out an online application form and attach a resume? Whats stopping him? Or does it come down to the fact people lack ambition and drive, and are jealous that people are willing to take steps towards the thigns they want in life?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never understand it... its all about choices people, make them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-3634150992604902236?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/3634150992604902236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=3634150992604902236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3634150992604902236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3634150992604902236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-is-this-envy-nonsense-what-does.html' title='What is this envy nonsense? What does luck have to do with anything?'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-5752233551794491114</id><published>2007-04-25T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:54:11.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should change the name from "I saw a squirrel" to "Theres no such thing as love get over it"</title><content type='html'>Ok, another, bitter against love post, but what do you expect, I almost always have been, and almost always will be! Right now I hurt so much for a few of my friends close to me. No names will be mentioned, but you all know your own story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case # 1-Girl and boy have excellent happy relationship, one day boy isn't sure, boy isn't sure for a week, girl says make up mind, boy says friend, boy doesn't know why. Girl heartbroken and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case # 2- Girl and boy happy. Boy leaving for good in a few months. Girl heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case # 3- Boy girl married. Marriage constantly up and down, on the rocks, hot and cold. Very not happy nor healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case # 4- Boy girl happy. Girl overwhelmed by school, asks boy to wait for her. Boy waits. Boy's best friend moves in on girl. Best friend and girl date w/o telling boy. Boy crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case # 5- Girl and boy date for over a year, move in together. Boy cheats on girl. Girl makes boy leave, girl heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that not really cover all different types of heartbreak? Its tragic... when I heard the end of case 4 I actually started to cry b/c I felt so bad for boy. Same with case 5. Girl is tough on the outside, but I know she hurts so much inside, and I feel for her. The only thing good about these cases is that they make my case feel less bad, but it doesn' take away the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got my new camera. Have had no inspiration to take pictures, but hopefully that will change with my trip to Edmonton. As a warning to all, i'm going to get new hair, new clothes, and intend on comming home whole again with new attitude. Change is what I do best, and a 4 day trip is the PERFECT recipe for such an occurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick recapp of this week, went to a fantasia party bought Vitamin E oil and bath salts, had coffee with jenny... in vanderhoof, changed the gaskets in my car broke the cam bolt fixed the windshield washer fluid muffler is falling off, played with ponies, made 20% in tips at work tonight, cleaned approx 30% of my room, wrote my accounting exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcommin events, final exam tomorrow, leaving for Edmonton for 4 days on friday, going to see "The Love List" with Kirstin on tuesday, Melissa leaves for 2 months on thursday *heartbreak*, Cole has his Capilano interview via phone at 1:40 on tuesday (NOONE phone his house between 1 and 4 pm), intend on cleaning at least another 30% of my room tomorrow, need to pack tomorrow, work my last shift for nearly a week tomorrow, hopefully doing a photo shoot for a CD cover somtime in the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that I should actually study some more and get some sleep... WHO plans exams for 8 a.m...? its really just cruel and inhumane!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-5752233551794491114?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/5752233551794491114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=5752233551794491114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5752233551794491114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5752233551794491114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/04/should-change-name-from-i-saw-squirrel.html' title='Should change the name from &quot;I saw a squirrel&quot; to &quot;Theres no such thing as love get over it&quot;'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-4008351283475269243</id><published>2007-04-23T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:10:05.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood Has Broken Me</title><content type='html'>I've realized where all my romance problems stem... like most girls, Hollywood. Tonight I watched "Kate and Leopold" which is actually one of my all time fave movies. I think the reason I love this movie so much, is because I can sympathize with Kate so very much. She's very career driven, busy, emotional, borderline psychotic, and really has no use for the romance crap that Leo shows her at first. In fact, she resists him at all costs in the begining... and then falls flat on her face for him, then they realize it can't work, but she loves him, and it CAN work, and they live happily ever after. How long does this entire movie take place? 7 days... from hate, to love, to can't work, to happily fucking ever after. And thats the way all my relationships go... resistance, flat on my face, "can't work". Yes, I AM aware that I'm writing this post in a little bit of a bitter state of mind, but so what. What hit the hardest and the worst in that movie was some of the stuff Leo said and did. At one point Kate was bitching about something or another, and Leo looked at her and said "Maybe you just haven't met the right man yet." Sound familiar? Oh, yup! Heard that one about 2 months ago. And when they're on the rooftop she goes to clean up, and he grabs her and makes her dance to the violinist... Violins, ah how he loved it, and after the bar when noone knew we were dating? I owed him a dance, and he pulled me in so close and held me so tight in the middle of his bedroom.... So fuck hollywood! Fuck this love bullshit, b/c thats what it is. To quote Kate, its our grown up version of Santa Clause... a myth we've been fed since childhood, and we keep giving ourselves excuses as to why our love santa is stuck in the chimney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-4008351283475269243?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/4008351283475269243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=4008351283475269243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/4008351283475269243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/4008351283475269243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/04/hollywood-has-broken-me.html' title='Hollywood Has Broken Me'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-3404580472042104809</id><published>2007-04-21T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T14:03:51.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Finally Got Through to Someone!!!</title><content type='html'>It just happened to be the new radio announcer... lol. After many months of trying to get in on the instant wolf requests and such, I FINALLY got through today, and was entered to win the $50 GC for Raina Day Spa!! Hurrah!!! So very excited!! Also, invited the cute radio announcer to have a drink at BP tonight... we shall see if he shows! lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-3404580472042104809?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/3404580472042104809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=3404580472042104809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3404580472042104809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3404580472042104809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-finally-got-through-to-someone.html' title='I Finally Got Through to Someone!!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-1904866489891411081</id><published>2007-04-20T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T02:54:05.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad, but free. Such an odd place to be.</title><content type='html'>As an advanced warning... I have no idea what kind of post this will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quickly sum up recent events, after 2 weeks of starting to like someone, freaking out, going for someone else, then 1 month of being with the right person, and then 2 weeks of not being with that person but wondering whats going on, its all finally finished. The great news, I'm fine. Like, a good fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird, I'm sad, for obvious reasons, but I feel free again, which feels nice. I'm no longer worried about whats going on in his head, not waiting for him to come back, and the best part, no angry feelings toward him at all. I forced him into talking tonight, cornered him on some stuff, and said nearly everything I wanted to say, and got the answers I wanted. Even pissed him off at one point (nearly impossible to do... he's quite laid back) which I'm not going to lie, tho it was unintentional, made me feel a little better. It showed a couple things, including the fact I influence him emotionally, and that he feels a little bad about what happened. Fair enough, we both caused each other pain. We're going to be friends, which is great, we're compatible and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to Stan's bday party... such an interessting experience. Finally dealt with some past that I've kinda avoided. Was good to get that dealt with, there are no hard feelings there either. Was really crazy to see how much a certain person understood me tho. He totally got aspects of my personality that I'm just coming to realize now, and it made me laugh. There are only a couple men in my life that totally get certain parts about me, and care for me unconditionally... but they lack things I want out of a relationship. Otherwise they'd be perfect. And now there are also one or two people who I care for unconditionally that have all the qualities I want in a relationship, but theres somehting else lacking in that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this personality aspect... its something I've acknowledged before, but something thats gained alot of attention lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships: 14 months, 2 months, 1 month, 1 month, 4 weeks, 4 weeks, 3 weeks, 2-3 things that NEARLY became relationships but I got bored to fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work: 16 months, 9 months, 5 months, 4 months, 4 months, 4 months, 1 month. PLus a couple jobs with one or two shifts here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School: Signed up for Criminology, dropped out, took a semester off, have taken 11 courses at CNC and don't want to go back. Want to now instead go to photography school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies: Swimming 2 years, Kung-fu 2 years, Horse inconcistently for 10 years, gymnastics 4 years, theatre 3 years, photography 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groups of friends: Constantly rotated, almost by seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Short, long, medium, red, black, blonde, blue, brown, curly, straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem incapable of keeping anything constant or the same... there is nothing concrete in my life except for a couple friends and my family. The only thing consistent with me is that everything changes. A good friend informed me tonight that I change EVERYTHING in my life more than anyone he has ever met before. I don't know what to say about this personality aspect, just... its different. Its who I am. But I need to learn to channel it and control it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other random fact before I go to bed... There is nothing more comfortable than bare feet, jeans and a tee shirt at the end of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-1904866489891411081?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/1904866489891411081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=1904866489891411081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1904866489891411081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1904866489891411081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/04/sad-but-free-such-odd-place-to-be.html' title='Sad, but free. Such an odd place to be.'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-603530542198819940</id><published>2007-04-15T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T13:11:18.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I heard that when you love someone you have to let them go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;But playing in traffic is not really what I had in mind!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a series of events, let me tell you!! (Technically yo'ure reading this so you really DO Have a choice, but you really don't :P) It started quite well... I've gotten my appetite back, confirming that it really was the medication that caused me to stop eating. So I ate some food, did some h/w... all that great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then decided I should let my boys go play... so I halter Apollo, cause he was closest and walk him to the arena and let Kantana follow behind... but instead of following behind, Kantana goes off galavanting... I put Apollo in the arena, and Kantana heads down the driveway. Fuck. I figured he'd stop no biggie, but oh no, he's already 1/2 way to the chicken farm by the time I get there. And the neighbors next door that I've personally never met... yes, they're out in their yard standing at the end of their driveway watching the entire event. Meanwhile, my neighbor accross the street has come home and is trying to help me get Kantana who is standing 1/2 way to the chicken farm staring at us. AND HE'S OFF AGAIN! Starts freaking taking off the REST of the way to the chicken farm, so we decide its best if I grab my car to go get the fucker, but by the time I get back to my driveway, he turns around and starts GALLOPING home... oh, and at this point, there's traffic on the road. I'm so upset I'm boardering on hysteria, laughing at everything, Vic (neighbor accross the street) is in the middle of the road trying to stop traffic, then Kantana ducks into the goggling neighbors yard instead of mine, runs between their cars, on their lawn, by the kid swing, runs up through THEIR neighbors yard, and FINALLY back into mine. Son of a bitch. Very eventful, very stressfull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my mom had a mini competition last night, so I stopped by to help her out. I had to work before she got to ride, but I got some alright photos of everyone. Got to watch Barb ride her first pattern ever in a comp, which was really cool! Shes a very super nice lady that rides with my mom out at the Loreth's. ALSO! Saw the BEST horse trailer ever... its a 4 horse trailer, with live in compartments. Meaning kitchen, push out sides for the living room, plus bed and bathroom. Mini tack compartment in the back.... all for a minute $80 000. But still... gorgeous, it was nice horse trailer meets even nicer motorhome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to work, where I proceeded to do MORE h/w. Very funny!!! It just... is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End rambles....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start pictures!! I found a picture of me from a year ago! Just a year!! One of me now, and one of me 6 mos ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053749779661280850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RiKGphBrVlI/AAAAAAAAABs/88tIgWHxK3A/s320/Scan10005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053749775366313538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RiKGpRBrVkI/AAAAAAAAABk/I22V7gWUKPA/s320/Scan10004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053749771071346226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RiKGpBBrVjI/AAAAAAAAABc/0ogY-QhgTlU/s320/Scan10003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-603530542198819940?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/603530542198819940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=603530542198819940' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/603530542198819940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/603530542198819940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-heard-that-when-you-love-someone-you.html' title='I heard that when you love someone you have to let them go...'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RiKGphBrVlI/AAAAAAAAABs/88tIgWHxK3A/s72-c/Scan10005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-698624064911170418</id><published>2007-04-13T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T12:30:06.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah Dreams!!</title><content type='html'>I had an overwhelming amount of dreams last night... each one more realistic than the next... unfortunatly, the longer I am awake, the more they start to fade, but I'll quickly try to recap them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first, and biggest piss off. A few of us from BP decided to get a cabin out on Bednesti (random? yes) those going were Me, Jessie, someone I can't remember, and Kody... a guy who doesn't even work at BP. In the dream Kody was single (he's not) and he tried to kiss me. However, I was still all heartbroken over Ben (thats still true) and didn't kiss back... he then got all sweet and caring and sappy and talked to me about it, and I said that that was nice, but I really truely missed Ben (also true). He said that that was great, that Kody and I should be togheter (wtf?!) and he wanted to hear when I was missing Ben... so effed up. Then we were getting ready to head off to the cabin, and I saw Ben, and told him who was going, invited him up as well, told him me adn Kody were getting close... and Ben said "Well, don't be too silly... you konw in the end we're going to get back together." And then he kissed me!!! And then he told me I should grab some clothes, and come get some real sleep, which I thought meant come to his house, so I grabbed the stuff I'd need for the next day but he'd left w/o me, so I thought he just wanted to meet me down there, so I got in the car, but on the way I ended up stopping at Patience's and it was Christmas, and she offered me a Pornstar or Showgirl (drinks) but I had to decline, cause I was on the way to Ben's, and we all talked about who was spending what holiday with who b/c everyone was divorced, then we decided on New Years at Patience's, so I left again, and Ben wasn't home. Fucked up eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, much shorter... I was driving, and Kaylee, Jen, Steph, and I had just arrived in Edmonton, we were driving and I saw a Big Box Store that said Don's Photo Shop (the photography shop I intend on finding when I get to Edmonton) so I slammed on the brakes, and drove towards it... then I woke up. Both of these dreams seemed so realistic, and I hate that b/c I wake up and I have to re-establish reality in my mind. And currently, I'm not a big fan of my reality. Bah dreams!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-698624064911170418?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/698624064911170418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=698624064911170418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/698624064911170418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/698624064911170418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/04/gah-dreams.html' title='Gah Dreams!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-3091402436236539720</id><published>2007-04-13T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T00:19:54.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love: Fact or Fiction?</title><content type='html'>Dictionary.com defines it as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True: being in accordance with the actual state or conditions; conforming to reality or fact; not false: a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia defines &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love"&gt;love &lt;/a&gt;and all its forms, but not true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if its the post Valentines feelings, or the romantic movies and books I've recently re-picked up again, but I find myself longing for a relationship. Not just any relationship tho, the earth shattering relationship with the sparks and pizzaz to last a life time and then some. But the thign I want most I only see on TV or read in books, which makes me wonder, is it real or fictitious?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit* Ok, so this is how far I got just before the the next nearly 2 months of hell started relationship wise. It started with casually seeing a boy, starting to like the boy, freaking out, flirting with other people till I ended up kissing another boy, dating that boy for a while, till I realized I made a huge mistake and was supposed to be with the first boy, me and first boy start dating. Oh and wasn't it wonderful... till I fell in love, then stupidly told him, then had him freak out and put us back on "friend" terms. Which has really been a week of me crying and him fucking with my head. But funny that I said I wanted a relationship with sparks and pizzaz... b/c thats what that relationship was. Wonderful. Pure happiness. Right up untill the last week that is. Which leads me back to my early statement, is true love real or fictitious? Obviously what me adn boy had was not true love, or he wouldn't have run away. But it WAS incredibly good (said by boy on many occasions) and it had that fast relationship movie quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets look at the many types of relationships (recapping from Jenny's earlier post on marriage) there are people who are genuinly happy together, and in love, blah blah blah. There are people who are together for the benefits they get out of the relationship (trophy b/f/g/f, money, support, feelings of love, happiness) so essentially, all relationships are based on using the other person, be it for good or bad is irrelevant. Now you say, what if  a person is in the relationship for the feelings of the other person, living to make that person happy? I say, if making that person happy makes you happy... same fucking diff, you're in it for your feelings of happiness. If making that person happy makes you want to light your hair on fire and punch yourself in the head, you'd walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if love is really a mutual use for another person... can it really be true and absolute? If you love someone, can you really set them free?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is a little pointless, I have no answers, no points, no conclusions... just a lot of bitter bitter emotions and experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if love makes the world go round... stop the world, I want to get off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-3091402436236539720?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/3091402436236539720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=3091402436236539720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3091402436236539720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3091402436236539720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/04/true-love-fact-or-fiction.html' title='True Love: Fact or Fiction?'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-1150297627210853928</id><published>2007-04-12T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T10:12:39.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Wounds All Heals</title><content type='html'>What can I say, I'm a sucker for punishment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel like going into details, but like Andrea I just kinda need a place to get this off my chest. I"m sick of fucking mind games, I want a final Yes, or No. ANd a little sensitivity from coworkers and him, would've been greatly appreciated. I hate this... all of it. I'm sick of hurting and it only seems to get worse as the days go by... I'm so upset I don't even feel like doing anything. I'd rather just lie in bed all day long. I don't really want to take pictures, or see my horse... why do I have to have such deep passionate emotions... it really fucks me over in the long run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-1150297627210853928?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1150297627210853928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1150297627210853928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-wounds-all-heals_12.html' title='Time Wounds All Heals'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-3012429576306034334</id><published>2007-04-10T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:59:54.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roller Coaster That is Life</title><content type='html'>Everything is up and down, down and up. I'm sure all of you can relate! The boy and I aren't together, but he's still hot and cold on how he treats me. I'm up and down about how I feel about the situation... from fine, to randomly crying. So frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news tho, I had my mom's side of the family Easter Dinner tonight... there were 19 people there!! Quite crazy, but I had a good time... not counting being stabbed by my mother with a fork in the belly button, stabbed in the throat with a knitting needle when trying to escape my mom's tickling, ramming my knuckle into the wooden coffee table while playing SNAP, and then lastly tripping in the dark and falling chest first into a wheel barrow handle :S. All that aside tho, it was still a tonne of fun with my cousins. We shot some pool, played some SNAP, had some racey conversations... all in all good. I even ate a full meal :D though it was the only one today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY got the spark plugs changed in the car... only to discover my rocker cover is leaking leaving my spark plugs all but floating in oil and me needing to change the gaskets. Blah. Frustrating, but good that I"m finally dealing with this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting more and more excited for my trip to Edmonton April 27-29!!! Going to pick up some nice clothes, and some camera equipment!! Might look at some tack as well... very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may drive myself out before going tho... yesterday I went for 3 seperate drives, the 3rd one with a person I had a huge falling out with that landed us just outside of McBride... was great to talk to him again, though I still have hard feelings, maybe we can fix this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly... I did h/w tonight! Hurray. It was actually a good way to keep my mind off things, and stay busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more lastly.... I am SO sick and tired of feeling like I'm sucking on pennies... my god!! It LITERALLY drives me insane. I've gone through 3 packs of gum in half a week... ridiculous!!!! I HATE THE PENNIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that will be the end of this transmission, this is Dez signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-3012429576306034334?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/3012429576306034334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=3012429576306034334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3012429576306034334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3012429576306034334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/04/roller-coaster-that-is-life.html' title='The Roller Coaster That is Life'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-4207094124886826675</id><published>2007-04-08T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:01:37.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update of Sorts</title><content type='html'>Well... I figure I should actually fill everyone in one whats going on in my life. I'd rather not have any comments, I don't really need sympathy, but just to let you guys know Ben and I broke up friday morning. Kinda mutual, kinda not. I was going to end it b/c he was being hot and cold and I didn't feel I deserved it. However, apon arriving, I realized how happy he made me, so I couldn't do it, but after an hour of talking he said part of him wanted to be with me, part didn't, so he decided to just stop. Sucks, alot. we still talk, which I'm not sure how I feel about.... its crazy how one person can cause so many great emotions, and then so much pain. I'm ok though. I'm Dez. Just... hurting for a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-4207094124886826675?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/4207094124886826675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=4207094124886826675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/4207094124886826675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/4207094124886826675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/04/update-of-sorts.html' title='An Update of Sorts'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-103546360309160576</id><published>2007-04-04T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:54:21.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause if I dont' have nothing I'm foot loose and Fancy Free!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow bloggers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel to avoid hypocricy I should update again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll start with the funness that was yesterday, moving in to the awkwardness that is today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to class, totally winged my presentation and it actually went fairly well. I totally just got back into the swing of selling those godforesaken books, right down to the silly little jokes we did to Mrs. Jones just to keep us sane. After class hung out with Angela for a hwile, then went to Starbucks with Coel and Val for a while which was good fun. I was feeling really ill tho, so I was going to head home, but instead I went and saw Mel for a while, then headed to superstore to buy a single orange, adn this sentence is turning into a super long run on.... But ya, then I went over to Ft George Park and took a picture of.... A SQUIRREL!!! I was so happy!!! THen headed to Fraser river and took a few more pictures, then to Jenny's house to take even MORE pictures... she is seriously a muse to me, her expressions are always beautiful, her skin is amazing... I always just want to capture it all on film when I'm with her. Then I went home, ordered some wings and made a screwdriver which caused me to be dizzy and have the hiccups... very funny, then edited some pictures (&lt;a href="http://www.dezdez.deviantart.com"&gt;www.dezdez.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;-go look!!! And then headed to Ben's. We played a couple games of pool, he kicked my ass, but in every round I totally busted out some amazing streaks to catch up... one time I sunk 5 in a row, PLUS one of his. Lots of fun. And to give the boys peace of mind, I finally watched Garden State. Interessting movie... the last scene in the airport really reminded me how much I hate airports and busstations b/c I can't stand goodbyes... kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwyays, Ben claims I'm writing a bible, so I should psot this and have some breakfast... OH! The awkwardness of today you're wondering? Ben's family: Catholic. Last night, after movies and "fun" we fell asleep... and someone got up relaly early.... so I unintentionally spent the night here :S Oops.... I havne' tactually left the bedroom for fear of talking to parental figures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-103546360309160576?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/103546360309160576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=103546360309160576' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/103546360309160576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/103546360309160576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/04/cause-if-i-dont-have-nothing-im-foot.html' title='Cause if I dont&apos; have nothing I&apos;m foot loose and Fancy Free!!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-6455640534134762424</id><published>2007-04-01T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T09:16:51.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale's Over</title><content type='html'>Hello all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, happy to report I'm comming down off this roller coaster of emotions... which I'm sure will be nice for everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But exciting things are happening... atm me and my mother are watching Shrek 2, which is deffinetly high on my list of favourite movies. Also, on the 27th I should be going to Edmonton with Jenny Stephanie and Kaylee... wow, I'm the only one in that group that doesn't have an "ee" ending to my name, yet the spellings on their name's are all different... interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was tres fun. Melissa and I went shopping for some England stuff for her. We got her the PRETTIEST dress ever... I can't describe it, but lets just say with the dress, shoes, and accessories she looked gorgeous. I'm only sad I can't be there to see her at the Phantom of the Opera when she goes out... Its going to be weird going 2 months without her... what am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun to. Hermiting today, tho I might add I'm getting bad at the hermit thing. I talked on the phone, visited with my dad, and now I'm hanging out with my mom. But I cleaned house, made cookies, blasted country music, played on the computer... its been great. Very healing and healthy. Edit: VERY Bad at hermiting... I talked to Cole on the phone twice for a total of 1 hour, Jenny for over an hour, Ben for a little more than an hour, then Melissa for an hour!! My goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've rambled on about nothing for a while, I"ll post this and go back to my movie... *hugs* to all those in blogger land!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-6455640534134762424?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/6455640534134762424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=6455640534134762424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/6455640534134762424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/6455640534134762424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/04/fairytales-over.html' title='Fairytale&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-7420836579436966678</id><published>2007-04-01T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:19:28.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidentally In Love</title><content type='html'>A song I got stuck in my head when leaving Ben's house one night... its been stuck ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she said what's the problem baby&lt;br /&gt;What's the problem I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I'm in love (love)&lt;br /&gt;Think about it every time&lt;br /&gt;I think about it&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop thinking 'bout it&lt;br /&gt;How much longer will it take to cure this&lt;br /&gt;Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love)&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Turn a little faster&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;The world will follow after&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody's after love&lt;br /&gt;So I said I'm a snowball running&lt;br /&gt;Running down into the spring that's coming all this love&lt;br /&gt;Melting under blue skies&lt;br /&gt;Belting out sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Shimmering love&lt;br /&gt;Well baby I surrender&lt;br /&gt;To the strawberry ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Never ever end of all this love&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't mean to do it&lt;br /&gt;But there's no escaping your love&lt;br /&gt;These lines of lightning&lt;br /&gt;Mean we're never alone,&lt;br /&gt;Never alone, no, no&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br /&gt;Move a little closer&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear you whisper&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br /&gt;Settle down inside my love&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Jump a little higher&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;If you feel a little lighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;We were once&lt;br /&gt;Upon a time in love&lt;br /&gt;We're accidentally in love&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally in love (x7)&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally&lt;br /&gt;I'm In Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally (X 2)&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Spin a little tighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;And the world's a little brighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Just get yourself inside her&lt;br /&gt;Love ...I'm in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-7420836579436966678?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/7420836579436966678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=7420836579436966678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/7420836579436966678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/7420836579436966678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/04/accidentally-in-love.html' title='Accidentally In Love'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-833004626345741499</id><published>2007-03-27T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:04:15.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats the difference between light and hard?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can sleep with a light on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something Ben says to me all the time, I just had to share it since it always makes me crack up!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WELL!! I'm finally slowly able to do things for myself like a big girl, like put on my bra. This sunday Ben and I went to Powder King for snowboarding. For those of you who don't know, even tho I live 10 minutes away from a hill, and even worked for the same hill, I've never been skiing or snowboarding. Never. So this sunday was my first time ever on a hill... ACK!! I was so terrified, but Ben was really great, started me on a board on a flat spot pulling me by my hands, then on to the lift we went. I recommend EVERYONE go there at least once... the scenery was breathtaking. As for the snowboarding, I"m not sure what to tell you, Ben says I picked it up really fast, but I seem to remember falling more than anything. I literally did cartwheels and sommersaults, and as a result every single muscle in my body is in mass pain, even two days later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not sure what else to report. I spend alot of my time with Ben, I'm amazingly happy. I'm behind in school, but thats nothing new. Exams are comming up, then summer hurray!! I might get to cure my travel bug this spring after all, tho the location is opposite from the norm. Kaylee, Steph, Jen, and I may head to Edmonton at the end of April, which is generally my fall trip, in spring I usually head to Van, but a road trip is a road trip! I haven't much time (or the physical ability) to ride to much, and a lack of inspiration for photography. However, with that late spring hopefully blooming it will be easier to do both, and beign out of school will give me more time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwa ha ha... I just put bullets on my blog... for no apparent reason. Anywyays, dinner is nearly ready and then I should get ready for the "Swollen Members" concert we're going to see tonight... should be fun, tho I have a sneaking suspicion I'll be the only girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deviation of the week: &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50203260/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50203260/&lt;/a&gt; I'm absolutly in love with this picture... the background is stunning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-833004626345741499?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/833004626345741499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=833004626345741499' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/833004626345741499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/833004626345741499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-difference-between-light-and-hard.html' title='Whats the difference between light and hard?'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-6708767719489475245</id><published>2007-03-21T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T12:09:31.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of a 5 year old, freedom and finances of a 19 year old.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of THE best days I've ever had. I spent it with most of my favourite people, and did some of the most innocent fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started it by getting my h/w done and handed in, then I hung out with my friend Angela at school and just talked. Then Cole got out of class, so the three of us hung out talking, laughing, swapping stories. It was really comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to Mel's I went, bearing gifts of tea and a doughnut for her, and sandwhich for me (the time I ate the sandwhich was 12:30, it will be important later), where we proceeded in merriment. We played Mario Kart, gave her a massage, looked up the compatibility of our signs as lovers, played a game of crib (I WON!) and War (I won that too!!) then we busted out the playdough and made a pile of fruit (pictures pending), and then we coloured a picture of Snow White and Grumpy with crayons!! I got to colour Grumpy!! Then I had to take my leave of my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its just before 5 p.m. and Ben is supposed to get off work between 5 and 6 and then we're going out on a date. But off to ride Apollo I go anyways, had a great ride, he was very calm, collected, and all grown up!! Brushed him all out, its just before 6, but Ben txted me saying he had to work late! Awesome!!! Gives me time to drive home and have a shower. Which I do... sit with the rents, hop in the shower, while I'm in the shower he phones, gets my mom who was pre-told to tell him I expect him to pick me up! Awesome, its 7 p.m when he calls, says he's going to have a quick shower and drive right out. Quick shower, 5 mins right? Drive out to my house, 20 mins TOPS, so we're lookin at 30-35 mins MAXIMUM for him to arrive... adn I haven't eaten since 12:30 at Mel's house... at 7:55 he shows up.... By this point, the lovely wonderful sweet innocent Dez you all know and love has grown fangs... The low blood sugar was causing Dez to be a titch grumpy, so I tried not to yell too much which earned me accusations of silence treatment, but we made it to dinner both alive. He took me to Franco's, a cute little Italian restaurant on George street, where I was still grumpy, but capable of conversation. Of course, after I ate, I felt much better, tho a little emotionally drained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO off we went for a drive. Which led to parking in a parking lot and blaring Bohemian Rhapsody, which led to driving to a school and playing on the playground! Swings and monkey bars, and such! So much fun. Then it was off to the mohawk for Ice cream cones!!! And THEN we went to CNC to play archade games, Donkey Kong, Ms Pacman, and Pin ball!! So much fun!! Then it was back to his house so I could kick HIS ass at a game of crib, and then get in trouble for keeping his younger sister up teaching her how to play crib... seriously, it was the best date I've ever been on, it was one of the best days I've had in a long time. I'm so ridiculously happy I'm afraid its a dream I'm going to wake up from...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-6708767719489475245?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/6708767719489475245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=6708767719489475245' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/6708767719489475245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/6708767719489475245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/03/heart-of-5-year-old-freedom-and.html' title='Heart of a 5 year old, freedom and finances of a 19 year old.'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-5630767774616821513</id><published>2007-03-18T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:47:19.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye health, hello sugar cookies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello all of blogger land!! Good news: I've regained some of my hearing!!! Hurray!!! Now, I'm going to use this time, space, and attention spans to post a couple short mildly entertaining stories. We'll start with the most recent and work backwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now I was looking at some pics on DA, and I kept hearing something scraping next to me. Very odd since I"m sitting at the kitchen counter and noone is home but me. It was really starting to freak me out, I started moving papers, looking under things... then I noticed there was a dried flower petal on the floor and the heat vent was blowing it around... *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night! Went for a drive with Boy, was very much fun. Showed the city slicker what real stars look like, took a picture of them, then we were heading back into town, and I told him how much I love the view of the city from airport hill and have always wanted a picture, but there is no great place to pull over. We find a semi decent spot and decide, what the heck, so we throw on the hazards and set up the tripod. Now my light meter is meant for portrait studio settings only, so in these situations I must rely on the camera's light meter. So I'm going through settings seeing where I might get enough light and at 30" 4.0 I have enough light, but I want to be zoomed in to 5.3, so I figure I'll go for 45, should be good. THere isn't a setting for this so I just open my shutter manually with the intentions of closing it manually. Of course, being the blonde that I am and the fact I was cold and in a hurry, i figured 30" was seconds... but of course it isn't, the last setting on my camera is 30 minutes. So, I only left the shutter open for 45 seconds anyways, b/c I was cold, we'll see if it works! So then we're packing up, and hop back in the car, but i don't have my keys, I gave them to Ben. But HE claims I didn't, and he can't find them, and THEN a truck pulls up beside us to see if we're ok... waved him off and thanked him, found the keys (Ben DID have them) and then passed the guy on the highway... fairly funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last story! as already posted, ended up in walk-in clinic and was prescribed Ammoxicilin. So we go in and get it filled, wander around, I eat a box of chocolate, go back to pick it up, and the pharmasist informs me of a side effect. I heard her say "This makes your birth control more effective, so its like you're taking 2 forms this month", Ben heard "It doesn't effect your birth control, so no worries" (or something to that effect), later on we discovered she actually said "this lowers the effectiveness of your birth control so you should take a 2nd form this month". Not sure how we were both so off, my excuse is I can't hear due to the double ear infections. ANyways, thats not even the funny part, now I"m glad he didn't actually say it, but he was &lt;em&gt;going&lt;/em&gt; to say to the pharmasist "Actually, I"m her brother, but thanks for the concern." .... Seriously... thats the funniest thing ever, but would've been mortifying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywyas, those are my stories... I should get to h/w, I'm so screwed right now... speaking of being screwed I shall leave you with a picture of a guy on a short leash...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043461600845534130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rf35msS4k7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/G9NEiV3OqgQ/s320/shortleash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-5630767774616821513?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/5630767774616821513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=5630767774616821513' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5630767774616821513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5630767774616821513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/03/goodbye-health-hello-sugar-cookies.html' title='Goodbye health, hello sugar cookies!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rf35msS4k7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/G9NEiV3OqgQ/s72-c/shortleash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-3473032439571695999</id><published>2007-03-16T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:24:52.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mucas is like a banana</title><content type='html'>*warning, below post is ranty and slightly sarcastic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its green its irrellevant, but when it turns yellow you know its good to go... seriously tho, yesterday I was hacking up flourecent green mucas, but &lt;em&gt;apparently&lt;/em&gt; thats not a problem. Today it was yellow, so off to walk in I went. Actually, that and the inability to hear out of my left ear, AND the feeling of the infection crawling into my right ear were also good incentives to hit up the walk in. So now I"m on Ammoxicilin. The type of pennicilin I am on most often. In fact this will be the 5th time in 12 months i've been on penicilin!! I"VE HAD ENOUGH OF PENICILIN!! Also, wahts with Dr's. So I go to the walk in today. He asks a bunch of questions, looks down my throat, in my left ear, says "oh my, this is bad" looks in my right ear, listens to my heart and breathing, asks abuot penicilin allergies which I tell him I have none but HAVE been on penicilin 4 times already in the past 12 months, he writes out a prescription and goes to leave. But whats missing from this... oh I know, WTF IS WRONG WITH ME?!!!? I had to stop him and ask. Only then did he tell me I may have STREP THROAT, or just an infection, the 10 day prescription should clear it up. Thanks. Thats it. Doesn't even MENTION my ears. I hate Dr's. And my right ear is throbbing and I have no hearing in the left at all. Hurrah. OH! AND, i called in sick to work today. I HATE calling in sick. Hopefully I"ll make it tomorrow. Since I have the night off tho, I should take advantage and go to bed. *hugs* to all of you in blogger land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-3473032439571695999?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/3473032439571695999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=3473032439571695999' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3473032439571695999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/3473032439571695999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/03/mucas-is-like-banana.html' title='Mucas is like a banana'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-8177664860837289651</id><published>2007-03-12T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T00:00:52.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In recent news!!</title><content type='html'>Recent to me anywyas. I've had a funny conversation a few times today that I thought I'd share with everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with me and Jenny talking about love and relationships and such, when she told me that according to some study she read once, the brain activity of a person in love, and a person on cocaine are the same!!! Seriously, no fuss no muss!! Screw dinner and dancing... all a girl needs on a saturday night is a hit of cocaine and a battery operated "friend". Really if you get down to it, cocaine is probably cheaper, no birth control, dinner, dancing, flowers, or phone bills (reminds me of a quote, the difference between sex for money and sex for free is sex for free costs more), it won't leave the toilet seat up or forget your birthday, you don't have to worry about whether cocaine feels the same way about you, and if you start losing that "magic feeling" up the dosage. With the vibrator your biggest worries are dead batteries; to hell with whether it gets off, or if it gets off before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can you expect comming from me and Jen, the relationship-a-phobics. Ironically enough tho we're both in relationships where we are very happy... go fuckin figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.staticnoise.net/myspace/funny-banana-vs-vibrator-sex-toon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-8177664860837289651?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/8177664860837289651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=8177664860837289651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8177664860837289651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8177664860837289651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-recent-news.html' title='In recent news!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-8442065548704511092</id><published>2007-03-12T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T15:21:17.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much of a good thing... is a good thing!</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I took Nic's new personality test thing he found, and I LOVED it!! So I pulled the widget and thought I"d post it!! &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/"&gt;http://dna.imagini.net/friends/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_43E105EB.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_57540F5B.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_276D3B22.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4811A17.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A0F44BD.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3AC7E3DE.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_71114A35.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-351AAC0D.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-68DE05A9.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3DA9302E.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-180A018F.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-B246206.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1B4C950E.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=DREAMER&amp;amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=CONQUEROR&amp;amp;habitslabel=NEW WAVE PURITAN&amp;uid=194223-11d4&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd3" bgcolor="#000000" quality="best" enablejavascript="false" allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=194223-11d4&amp;srv=iwebhd3"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:#cccccc;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neat eh!? Very accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I managed to spend 22 hours with Ben yesterday (yes that means i got a whopping 1 1/2 hours sleep plus maybe 10 min nap on Mel's couch)... 3 hours after work, went home and slept for a couple hours, dropped my aunt and her kids off at the airport, then spent another 19 hours with him. Also, it added up to like 5 dates in one day! Or six... we went to the bar, and I drove him home. Came back, watched a movie, grabbed lunch at Timmy's and watched a movie at Mel's house, back to his house played crib and created a Mii for me, had a family dinner, learned how to play Canasta, went to 300, went back to his house and hung out talking and such for another few hours! What can  I say, i'm bordering on infatuation here, and its weird, and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt enough of that mushy shit!! Lol!! My aunt Christine and her 2 sons, Jack and Max, came for just under a week visit. It was wonderful!! I took nearly two rolls of film of them, i'll post some of the B&amp;W on my deviantart later. I enjoyed getting to know the kids as people. Jack is wonderful, he's so happy and such a boy!! He loved it when we played, be it spinning him around, tickling him, or flinging him over my shoulder... And nothing was more satisfying than making Max (age 6 mos) giggle. Such a smily baby, they're all so wonderful, and such important parts of my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwyays, I have to work today, how odd, so I need to shower and get ready to go! Also, anyone looking for a car, a friend of mine is selling a 1990 Ford Taurus for $450, she paid $800 for it, running condition and perfect for driving around PG. Anyone interested drop me a note and I"ll send you the contact info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for some amazing photos check out &lt;a href="http://www.dezdez.deviantart.com"&gt;www.dezdez.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt; !!! I've got some great ones up atm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-8442065548704511092?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/8442065548704511092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=8442065548704511092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8442065548704511092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8442065548704511092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/03/too-much-of-good-thing-is-good-thing.html' title='Too much of a good thing... is a good thing!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-7242635347203940166</id><published>2007-03-07T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:30:00.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitterpated</title><content type='html'>Twitterpated-confused by affection or infatuation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a fun word!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, waht a week/day/life! lol!! I got my scholarship today, was really cool! The ceremony was nothing special, but my parents came which made me feel great!! Before that I was a big girl, and rode Apollo!! He was really good, I love the way he moves... we'll see what tomorrow brings. Before that, ordered my sis a bday present, and hung out with Ben, and of course school. After the ceremony I visited Mel, watched a movie, had great talks. Then saw Kaylee and Steph and had more great talks... all in all a crazy day..... waht a crazy beautiful life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other fan-fucking-tastic news, my Aunt Chris and her kids Max and Jack are commin tomorrow!! I'm so excited!!! Very happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd I'm so tired I keep seeing things outa the corner of my eye, so I'm going to sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-7242635347203940166?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/7242635347203940166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=7242635347203940166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/7242635347203940166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/7242635347203940166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/03/twitterpated.html' title='Twitterpated'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-6084921194501374641</id><published>2007-03-05T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:26:41.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Parade!</title><content type='html'>OK! Due to popular request I"m placing pictures of the new haircut up for everyone... forgive the fact I look terrible in all of them, I'm used to the OTHER side of the camera.... now w/o further ado, heres a bunch of ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038678329834269874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rez7PrM67LI/AAAAAAAAAAw/GI0GXnPIJNg/s320/DSCN4395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038678334129237186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rez7P7M67MI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XCHEUVsbxsk/s320/DSCN4396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038678347014139106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rez7QrM67OI/AAAAAAAAABI/aTqyInrbPi0/s320/DSCN4399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-6084921194501374641?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/6084921194501374641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=6084921194501374641' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/6084921194501374641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/6084921194501374641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/03/picture-parade.html' title='Picture Parade!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/Rez7PrM67LI/AAAAAAAAAAw/GI0GXnPIJNg/s72-c/DSCN4395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-6280581191332301083</id><published>2007-03-05T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T05:44:19.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D :D :D :D</title><content type='html'>*flashes a seemingly permanent smile bright enough to blind*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giddy.... I'm happy... I'm giddy happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what this feels like, its wonderful!!!!! Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went for tea, which turned into a 200+ km drive around PG and surrounding area, to a movie, to talking, to rushing home early in the morning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut most of my hair off and redyed it. I'm a brilliant red head with jaw length layered hair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggles uncontrollably*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-6280581191332301083?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/6280581191332301083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=6280581191332301083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/6280581191332301083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/6280581191332301083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/03/d-d-d-d.html' title=':D :D :D :D'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-2974267215154559933</id><published>2007-03-03T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T13:39:21.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I misseded my bed!</title><content type='html'>Due to keeping friends company, and unforeseeable circumstances, I didn't come home for 3 days except to load my horse into the horse trailer to cart him off to the dentist. I came home after work last night, and didn't realize how much I missed my bed. Seriously, I'm such a homebody, and I love my bed. More my blankets than anything. If (god save my soul) i ever get married (actually... god have mercy on his poor soul) he will have to love having 5 10lbs blankets!!! I love the weight of it... its wonderful. Or maybe we'll just have to have separate covers. But yes, I love lots of heavy blankets!! I've recently added another blanket to my bed, and its not very heavy, but it adds a little more weight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... a whole post dedicated to my bed, and blankets! Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And!! Featured photo of the day, I begining to think I have a thing for &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50017520/?qo=12&amp;amp;q=boost%3Apopular+in%3Aphotography+max_age%3A24h+max_age%3A24h"&gt;canibalsim...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-2974267215154559933?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/2974267215154559933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=2974267215154559933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2974267215154559933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2974267215154559933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-misseded-my-bed.html' title='I misseded my bed!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-7728429360986635268</id><published>2007-02-26T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:53:05.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Etiquette!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I tried to post this directly to my blog, but apparently you can only post pictures, or what becca does is has a youtube account I believe. ANyways, watch this and enjoy, its a lesson on proper etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dlVaR2Ta6U"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dlVaR2Ta6U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-7728429360986635268?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/7728429360986635268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=7728429360986635268' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/7728429360986635268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/7728429360986635268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/02/etiquette.html' title='Etiquette!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-1568132874543645255</id><published>2007-02-26T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:05:01.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But why's the V8 gone...</title><content type='html'>Warning: The below post will be terribly boring and to no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M STILL FREAKIN HUNGRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was not able to eat much before work today b/c I got called in... apon arriving at BP i realized I was hungry and was getting hungrier. I ordered a pizza and ate it whilst working, but then felt ill. Finished it anyways, then after work tooks some pics iwth Ash and Adam, hten got a cheeseburger from McDicks. THEN ate half a can of Zoodles, and I"m still freakin hungry!!! wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-1568132874543645255?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/1568132874543645255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=1568132874543645255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1568132874543645255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1568132874543645255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/02/but-whys-v8-gone.html' title='But why&apos;s the V8 gone...'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-5555543264962751315</id><published>2007-02-24T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T13:51:53.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make sure to always moderate your moderation.</title><content type='html'>So I've decided I have the perfect relationship. Unfortunatly he's not human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kantana have the perfect relationship. We love each otehr unconditionally. We are so comfortable with each other that we are nothing but purely ourselves when with each other. I pet other horses, he flirts with other riders, and it never bothers us because we know it means nothing. Sometimes he gets annoyed that I dont' come see him for a couple days, but he understands and gets over it right away. Somedays he's grumpy and doesn't want to cuddle, but so am I. We generally force the other into it anywyas. All he expects of me is food, shelter and love. And all I want from him is company, someone to talk to, and of course love. What can I say he's the love of my life, and noone will ever be able to replace him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any men interessted in behaving similarily to my horse....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-5555543264962751315?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/5555543264962751315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=5555543264962751315' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5555543264962751315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5555543264962751315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/02/make-sure-to-always-moderate-your.html' title='Make sure to always moderate your moderation.'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-1924816572451535950</id><published>2007-02-18T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T14:48:07.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great day!</title><content type='html'>And I've only been up for 45 mins!! I got 10 hours of sleep, and I feel GREAT! Turned on the music, nothing but great songs, made an awesome breakfast (Frozen blueberries, fresh banana, strawberry yogurt smoothie!! So delicious and nutritious). I feel GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great great great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLans for reading break:&lt;br /&gt;Do some school reading&lt;br /&gt;Do some other reading&lt;br /&gt;Do the &lt;a href="http://akrasiel.deviantart.com/journal/"&gt;100 themes challenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride ponies!!&lt;br /&gt;Change oil, oil filter, air filter, and spark plugs for Stevie!&lt;br /&gt;Finish cleaning room, and organizing photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO Dez!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-1924816572451535950?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/1924816572451535950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=1924816572451535950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1924816572451535950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/1924816572451535950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-great-day.html' title='What a great day!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-795588675178324588</id><published>2007-02-15T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T23:57:59.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Darcy. Mrs. Darcy... Mrs. Darcy. *sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Seriously.... where is MY Mr. Darcy?!?!? Happens everytime I see &lt;u&gt;Pride and Prejudice,&lt;/u&gt; I become overly lovey dovey, and swoon and sway, and dream of love and happy sickly thoughts. Its a curse I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other randomness, watching LOTR in reverse is quite funny. Other than the long walking scenes, one would never notice it was reverse because there isn't enough movement, you'd just have a different spin on events. Its quite entertaining. Hello's become goodbyes, throwing becomes catching, casting something off of a table becomes putting it back up, or uprooting a tree becomes putting it back, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than wanting ot kill my pony today, its been so wonderful spending time with him. Very thereputic. I feel less frustrated with everything, and in fact picked up my camera again yesterday. Not going to lie I took a dozen photos of Kantana and Kantana and Me. But still, great to be with my pony, and great to be behind the lens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "Singles Awareness Day" was also qutie fun. After work I had a couple drinks, some food, then went to teh Caddy with 2 other BP workers and one of their friends. It was awesmoe, me and three guys, chillin at the Cadilac. Got some great dancing in, and the singer in the band was quite good, both the girl and boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so if I can't have Mr. Darcy, I'll settle for Aragorn. So manly and tough, and yummy. Kinda reminds me of Link actually. ALl this fantasizing has made me realize I was born in the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another connection between LOTR and WoT. THe main character's both have wounds that are magically inflicted and never heal. Frodo the knife blade in the shoulder, and Rand the stab in his side. Interessting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I need to start on that case study that is due tomorrow and get some sleep as well. Enough random rambles from Dez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, before I go, the picture is a result of fighting with someone today... its not very good editing, just a quick mockup. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032038048447811138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RdVj8bX7TkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z0_rn1UYEx4/s320/purina+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-795588675178324588?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/795588675178324588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=795588675178324588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/795588675178324588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/795588675178324588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/02/mrs-darcy-mrs-darcy-mrs-darcy-sigh.html' title='Mrs. Darcy. Mrs. Darcy... Mrs. Darcy. *sigh*'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RdVj8bX7TkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/z0_rn1UYEx4/s72-c/purina+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-633518629201612464</id><published>2007-02-14T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:04:11.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Single's Awareness Day!!</title><content type='html'>Regrettably, I and only a couple others of my friends are actually single on this wretched holiday; however, I plan to celebrate it by putting up anit-valentine poems! Enjoy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031466783437704754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RdNcYbX7TjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/aHYQQi5WBFY/s320/heartbreaker.gif" border="0" /&gt;Some milkshakes come with straws for two.&lt;br /&gt;Some parks are made for skipping through.&lt;br /&gt;Some views are made for sighing over.&lt;br /&gt;Some folks hold hands in fields of clover.&lt;br /&gt;It's Valentine's Day - know what I'll do?&lt;br /&gt;I'll celebrate being over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose are Red&lt;br /&gt;Violets are Blue&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a poem&lt;br /&gt;Which doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;most poems rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;but this one doesnt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roses are wilting,&lt;br /&gt;The violets are dead,&lt;br /&gt;The sugar bowls empty,&lt;br /&gt;And so is your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day: when getting laid is just a box of chocolates away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;now please just go away.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to see a real sweet heart,&lt;br /&gt;who had some thing inteligent to say.&lt;br /&gt;instead i was stuck with you today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-633518629201612464?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/633518629201612464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=633518629201612464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/633518629201612464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/633518629201612464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-singles-awareness-day.html' title='Happy Single&apos;s Awareness Day!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RdNcYbX7TjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/aHYQQi5WBFY/s72-c/heartbreaker.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-5308546730091895393</id><published>2007-02-13T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:40:35.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"He's going to feel that tomorrow!" "I think he's feeling it now!"</title><content type='html'>10 points to whoever knows what movie that is off of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this blog is definetly how i feel at this moment. I rode my horse today, instead of the typical lunging I've been doing since bringing him to the arena. I thought during the ride "I'm going to feel this tomorrow" then changed that thought a couple minutes later to "why god why". Now I am sitting in a comfy couch and realizing just how many muscles are actually required to type, and feeling everysingle one of them. owwwee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling more healthy tho, which is very good!! Thursday night I felt as tho I had been hit by a truck... the bronchitis truck. Friday morning I was having troubles breathing and ended up not leaving the couch. Missed classses, and called in sick to work. Saturday told work I would come in, screwed in 2 hinges while sitting on the floor and became exausted, went to work where I stood behind the bar and glared at all servers and felt like dying. When I finally had to serve, on more than one occasion I went to a table and tried to say something, but nothing came out. Sunday me and Mel hung out, very fun, saw Pan's Labrynth, very gory, went to BP and felt as tho my head would explode.... wrote a midterm on Monday with a drippy nose and terrible cough... but today is better! Next time I am sick I will consume an entire package of halls centers in an hour on the first day! Clearly it's magically curing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy having 3 days off, but it really makes it hard to go back to work come Wednesday. But tomorrow is SINGLES AWARENESS DAY!!!! Which means I'll spend my night selling heart shaped pizzas!!! *gag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, dinners ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-5308546730091895393?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/5308546730091895393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=5308546730091895393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5308546730091895393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5308546730091895393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/02/hes-going-to-feel-that-tomorrow-i-think.html' title='&quot;He&apos;s going to feel that tomorrow!&quot; &quot;I think he&apos;s feeling it now!&quot;'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-666442973034792051</id><published>2007-02-06T01:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:44:02.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must look a mess...</title><content type='html'>Let me describe to you my current state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes: Wrinkled, covered with mud and dust from a dirty Kantana. Button on pants undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes: Bloodshot and watery. Eyeliners smudged down face. Glasses on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair: In two fraying braids, bangs held up with a paper clamp &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/26/50115614_879da25cde_m.jpg"&gt;thing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ears: Red, swollen, throbbing, with a little puss and blood leaking out of one earing hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surroundings: In computer room, papers and books spread everywhere, empty chip bowl, empty chip dip (dill pickle) empty butter tart shell tins, empty pop can, 3/4 cup of tea (green).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask?!? because it is 1:37 a.m. and i'm still freaking working on English. Two bibliographies to be exact. Ok, back to figuring out that god damned MLA format I never had to use in highschool... why can't I use APA... what is really the difference?!?! Why do we voluntarily give ppl our money so they can stress us out with time restrained assignments and high anxiety tests just so I can have a piece of paper that lets me start as supervisor at Wendy's and boost my chances of becomming employee of hte month within a short few months?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm asking questions, WHY does the human body need 7-9 hours to function properly?!? it is SUCH a waste of time, imagine how much more you could accomplish if 4 hours was all you needed?!?! 5 hours would be sleeping in by 25% !! it would be wonderful.... *sigh* I have a feeling tomorrow I will be demonstrating my ability to function on 4 hours... maybe more if I post this and get back to what I was doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-666442973034792051?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/666442973034792051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=666442973034792051' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/666442973034792051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/666442973034792051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-must-look-mess.html' title='I must look a mess...'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-8141925739683931712</id><published>2007-02-04T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T13:27:06.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BP dreams... noooooooooo!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, last night I had one effed up dream!!! I was at work (naturally) and in my dream i was working the bistro which was 20 feet wider and 10 feet longer than its actual dimensions. Also, there were twice as many coolers behind the bar, but they weren't just behind the bar the stretched down the entire length of the bistro to the server aisle. In this dream I got 6 tables all at once, 2 of them over 6 people. I went to the first table sat (also the largest) and tried to get a drink order. They were sssoooooo picky, and I ended up running back and forth with drinks for more than ten minutes. At one point I went into the coolers behind the bar to discover some stupid server was storing left over pizza's in there and put all the Cooler Bottles up on top getting warm and in one cooler there was an SLR camera with a ziplock bag over the lens. So I'm trying to get drinks to this table for more than 10 mins, and I still have all these other tables, and I'm about to start freaking out. So I run to try and find Marissa and get her help, but she wont' help me because there is a crocodile on the floor (other area of restaurant down from bistro) so she says she needs to deal with that, but all she's really doing is watching it. In turn, all the crocodile was really doing was walking around snapping its teeth in the air (there were no customers in THAT part of the restraunt). I was so frustrated, but the weird part was some of my other tables were somehow getting drinks (no other employee ever stepped into the bistro) so I had NO clue what was going on. And the customers didn't even seem annoyed except for the one table I was dealing with... *sigh* then I woke up. Figure that out Freud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://www.restaurant-crocodile.fr/images/couteau.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-8141925739683931712?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/8141925739683931712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=8141925739683931712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8141925739683931712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/8141925739683931712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/02/bp-dreams-noooooooooo.html' title='BP dreams... noooooooooo!!!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-110817319158771387</id><published>2007-02-03T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T12:12:39.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>Seriously! Yesterday was QUITE the day!!! We'll start at the begining like anygood story does! I slept through english. Not good. Eventually got up tho and started preparing for taking my horse down to Beaverly. Found everything, unstuck the truck and trailer.... and my horse ran away. Due to a couple fences being down, they're able to get into the back field. *grumble* and when we started hooking up the trailer, they started wandering away. By the time I was ready to grab Kantana, they were in the field just in front of the lagoon!!! *mutter* so I try to coax them out with cookies, but they won't come. I eventually trod out there in my shoes through deep snow hopping from hoof print to hoof print because this is the FIRST time ALL winter they've gone out this direction. Jerks. Finally get out there, and the snow is half way up their cannon bones!!! (shin for you human ppl) so i hand out cookies to seem like the good guy even though I'm about to seperate these guys for 2 months, then halter Kantana, and decide riding back is better than walking back. But due to deep snow and being fat and outa shape and holding a cookie tin in my hand, i could not get on. Eventually putting a hand on each horses neck, my feet on Apollo's shoulder while he nudged my backend up with his head, I got on!! Rode through the field, loaded Kantana IN to the trailer. And we're off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive at Loreth Performance Horses with out incident. I fill out all the paperwork and its time to put Kantana in his paddock. No problem, simple enough to find, I lead him straight in look up and am directly facing a COW!!!!! The paddocks are all clustered quite close together, horses everywhere but in the paddock behind Kantana's is a cow, whom apparently believes he is a horse. Well, Kantana doesn't notice QUITE as soon as I, so I release him, give him a huge hug and stand back. YOu see, Kantana is TERRIFIED of cows. He notices Henry (the cow) and his eyes bulge and he goes to the side of the fence furthest away from the cow. He realizes theres a munch of hay so he reaches down to eat it quite content, then outa the corner of his eye sees the cow again and jumps. Very funny boy. As long as I was there he never left the corner closest to my car and furthest from the cow, I felt so bad for him, tho my Mom and Niki thought this was all terribly funny. The good news is later on that day Henry lay down for a nap and Kantana was as close as he could get to Henry trying to puzzle this out, so hopefully this means he won't try and commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left there, running late, ran to sick sick Melissa's house, chatted for a while, departed for school, went to Cole's house where we ordered Pizza and watched the last episode of season 2 of Arrested development, got the third season and started watching a couple episodes of that, then ran home to find my ENTIRE family home. It was weird. In fact at one point, we all sat on the couch togehter. Was nice to see my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW! its time for going out. Cole picks me up, late, and I'm not ready to boot. We get to Boston Pizza, order appys and the worst strawberry daquiri of my life. Laugh joke talk eat. Then we head out for the bars!! Actually, about HALF of us decide to go out to the bars, and only HALF of the ppl invited even came *sigh*. But it was great, all together there was Sonja, AJ, Graham, Tabatha, Stephanie, Adam, Ashley, Cole and myself at the bar. We started at 1201, danced, drank, had a fair amount of fun. Then headed over to the caddy where we had even more fun!! We danced ourselves silly! It was such a great time! I even remember most of it!! OH! And the best part of my story is we stopped at Tabatha's on the way home, wrote on her wall and ate SUCH good sugar cookies... seriously, that is now become my drunk food. Sugar cookies!! Anwyasy, that was our night! Tonnes of fun with great people! What a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-110817319158771387?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/110817319158771387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=110817319158771387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/110817319158771387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/110817319158771387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-541332352371173283</id><published>2007-01-30T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:10:52.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:O</title><content type='html'>Wow, I realized I don't really update this often anymore (even though I check everyone else's religiously), and I still don't really feel like updating... but I HAD to share this pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ic3.deviantart.com/fs15/f/2007/030/d/9/Secret_by_kris_wilson.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have now all been introduced to the awesomeness that is Cyanide and happiness!! Feel free to check out &lt;a href="http://kris-wilson.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;Kris's gallery &lt;/a&gt;to see more amazing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of Dez, not much new. I'm actually doing h/w and stuff, possibly because Accounting is Satans left hand, and apparently I suck at shaking it, so here I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kantana goes out to Beaverly in 3 days and I've done NO preparations for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a night off work in three days, but Cole's taking care of THOSE preparations!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barenaked ladies is in 5 days and i'm SO FUCKING EXCITED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, bought new pants shirt and a foam board today...&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/15316252-541332352371173283?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/541332352371173283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=541332352371173283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/541332352371173283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/541332352371173283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/01/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-5912591546098320263</id><published>2007-01-20T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T03:33:49.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its official... I fabricated 1/2 a day :S</title><content type='html'>SO! The other morning, I briefly awoke to my parents talking loudly on teh stairs. I grumbled to my self about thats why I dont' leave more door open, blah blah blah. Overheard somthing about Dad going back on graveyards, and they were both less than pleased with the idea. Woke up, did some stuff around the house, and talked to my mom on the phone before we go home, and she mentioned how Dad was going back on graveyards, and I told her i had heard from when I woke up... So this friday, Dad went to work... on dayshift. When I asked my mother why this was, she said b/c that is the shift he works. I pointed out that she had recently told me he was going back on graveyards and SHE thought I was crazy. Turns out we'd never had that conversation, mom and dad didn't have that conversation on the stairs, Dad is NOT going back to graveyards... I must have dreamt it all! And THAT is why i'm always so tired... I dont sleep at night, i dream about other possible outcomes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, leaving work tonight I got my car stuck and had to get 2 coworkers to help me out :S ssooooo embarrassing. *sigh* good night everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-5912591546098320263?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/5912591546098320263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=5912591546098320263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5912591546098320263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5912591546098320263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-official-i-fabricated-12-day-s.html' title='Its official... I fabricated 1/2 a day :S'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-2839017504242974738</id><published>2007-01-17T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:38:38.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road to being healthy!</title><content type='html'>Quick post before sleep... Its official, I went a full day w/o any chocolate candy or dessert!!!!!! Isn't that wonderful?  I had three fairly decent meals, hasbrowns with cheese, grill cheese sandwhich, and a pita!!! Tho, looking at my menu, clearly I'm eating alot of cheese... that'll be next weeks problem. And yesterday I did nearly as well, I only had a piece of upside down cake after dinner!! This is seriously the best I've done since leaving for Ontario... And to be honest, I feel pretty good!! The best part tho is my teeth feel CLEAN!! Not an ounce of fuzzyness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my pictures back tdoay!! The bubble ones didn't turn out too well, but there were some OK ones. AND! Since WHEN does having inferior equipment an advantage?!? It is in Nic's case. So me and Nic were doing light painting, mostly on his camera b/c its digital and no film wasted, but we did a couple on mine for fun. WELL! B/c of zooming in, I had a smaller appature then he, and similar shutter speeds, and HIS didn't suck in NEAR the light of mine... in my photos you can see me, the wall, the sheets... *sigh* and mine should've turned out darker!! Just goes to show how crappy digital is, but, useful in this situation!! Of course, I was also using 400iso film, and his "magic box" was set to a 50iso which is considerably less light sensitive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need my glasses... reading SUCKS w/o them, especially dry school books. Reading w/o them makes my eyes tired, and with text books i just burn right out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my renewal statement for my insurance today... was really not happy. In fact, if I lived in Alberta where I had choices for insurance, I would switch, or if I had the option I would NOT reinsure my car. B/c of the car accident I got into last winter which it was decided 50/50 fault, I'm paying a 55% surcharge. Which means for one year of insurance on my $2000 car, I will have to pay $2600 (give or take $50). I can only afford to put 3 months on AT BEST, and may not reinsure my car for the summer... I'll start biking. We'll see how it goes, but this is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I need sleep, class comes soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-2839017504242974738?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/2839017504242974738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=2839017504242974738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2839017504242974738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2839017504242974738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-road-to-being-healthy.html' title='On the road to being healthy!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-999604344552848693</id><published>2007-01-14T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:43:04.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So there's a blonde a brunette and a redhead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The starting to half the blonde jokes in the world right... how bout this joke:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020126470965233090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RasSbXVrBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iNRFbqOTg5M/s320/Scan10014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aren't we so cute... but we really are the blonde brunette and redhead trio!! *sigh* Just thought it was too funny not to share.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO! In the world of Dez... not much, I got all of tdoay off and htanks to the openness of my house, and owning a laptop, I haven't really left this side of my house except to feed the horses not 1/2 hour ago. Thats about it, such a lazy hazy day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmmmm.... just ate a chocolate coated spoon (just the chocolate, not the spoon you freak).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The otehr day me Nic and Cole had SO much fun... well... kinda. We went to the park and Cole blew bubbles so me and Nic could take pictures, and Nic got a really fun one of me &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46653140/"&gt;lying&lt;/a&gt; in the snow!!! But.... by the time we got home, we were so freaking cold, and Nic had to leave for school right away w/o warming up. Cole had it worst though, with blowing bubbles his fingers wanted to fall off!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really excited... I nearly have enough money saved up to board my horse out in Beaverly!!! With all this spare time I can ride and play with my ponies... hurrah!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In closing, I'm going to post some of my favourite photos on DA by some underrated artists!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46675798/?qo=13&amp;q=by%3Agopherboy76&amp;amp;qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps"&gt;Gopherboy Chess&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/36300403/?qo=60&amp;q=by%3Agopherboy76&amp;amp;qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps"&gt;Gopherboy Bubbles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46588004/?qo=18&amp;q=by%3Aandyserrano&amp;amp;qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps"&gt;Andy's Sea Crabs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46145766/?qo=11&amp;q=by%3Aghettop&amp;amp;qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps"&gt;Gheto Spider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46033965/?qo=18&amp;q=by%3Aalison-dakota&amp;amp;qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps"&gt;Allison's Mushroom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/31948533/"&gt;Arcanacarie's Horse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That should be good... if you only pic one gallery to overview pic Arcanacarie's.... she has sssooooo many wonderful photos!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope everyone enjoys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-999604344552848693?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/999604344552848693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=999604344552848693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/999604344552848693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/999604344552848693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-theres-blonde-brunette-and-redhead.html' title='So there&apos;s a blonde a brunette and a redhead...'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/RasSbXVrBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iNRFbqOTg5M/s72-c/Scan10014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-5236792900907202486</id><published>2007-01-10T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:00:10.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodic Voice!</title><content type='html'>Before I forget... I think the world's gone crazy, or its just been cruel to me... I figured it was just common knowledge I"m not that great of a singer... I've always been made fun of for my singing, been told its bad, etc etc. However, random strangers haven't gotten the memo or something. I'm not sure who I was with, but at the Subway in Cachecreek the guy told me I had an awesome singing voice, and tonight one of the dishwashers at work who's father is a music teacher, told me I had a great voice and I must sing alot... just thought I'd throw that out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've so much to post about, but now I"ve mostly forgotten... things like I've started classes again, bought new glasses, should get the shortly, the weather is ridiculously cold, I worked my last day at Sport Chek (will go into further detail), and am still madly in love with Link (more to come) and George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport Chek: On my last day of work, I serenaded a customer, lay down on the floor, wrote a speech (good story) and sat on a ladder behind my till. And i"m not going to lie, it was probably one of the better shifts I've worked there. On the speech note, I've always just accredited myself with having no imagination, especially when compared to my sister; however, at Sport chek I faced a hidden truth and that was that I really do have an imagination, it jsut tends to not come out unless public speaking is involved. On the spot at work I wrote a page for a speech about "Ravenous Shoe Boxes" was tres fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Zelda news I'm caught up and past where I was before overwriting my file.. hurrah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought more fruit for blending goodness!! Makes me happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46350242/?&amp;q=too+much+on+plate&amp;amp;qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46350242/?&amp;q=too+much+on+plate&amp;amp;qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only good quality, awesome content! View and love!! And George is falling asleep (AKA battery dying) so its time I do the same...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-5236792900907202486?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/5236792900907202486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=5236792900907202486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5236792900907202486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5236792900907202486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/01/melodic-voice.html' title='Melodic Voice!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-2951639230187783967</id><published>2007-01-05T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T01:48:31.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a piece of rawhide occupying my bathtub...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Only in my house I suppose. No, the title to this blog is not fictitious, the bathtub is full of water and a piece of rawhide that nearly fills the tub length and widthwise. You see, my mom needs to soak it in water before she can cut and shape it to put on her saddle and the only place big enough for this is our bathtub. I always find it amussing to find "other" things in the bathtub than the "norm".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I mentioned how much I love George?!? Seriously, i'm not sure how I lived w/o him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I was to tired/lazy to put the sheets and blankets back on my bed last night, so I slept in a sleeping bag on my matress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday Nic and I will be going to our first ever photo club meeting which is tres exciting. Nic will only be going if certain requirments are met tho... like, job hunting and dishes!! lol!!! (just a friendly reminder dearie with no memory). Also, I stopped by London Drugs today (and only spent $0.99 on camera parafanilia!!) and FINALLY found a camera strap... not taht I've really looked, but its sweet, its actually a Nikon strap, AND it was $0.99!!! So cool. And then... I looked at the D40 AND D80... I have to say, the D80 is super pretty, and very similar setup as my camera... but big. Especially compared to the D40 which is smaller, but doens't have the top screen that I love so much... *sigh* tho, $750 w/lens and $1300 w/o lens... not much of a choice is there!?!? I'm sure I will love the D40.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ACKKKK!!!!!!!! Ok, my computer just signed me into a different version of messenger all by its self... fuckity fuck fuck. I wanna know WHERE and HOW its doing that... *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow and saturday I bartend AND close... not fun :S well, kinda fun, cause I'm bartending, and not fun cause I'm there till 2:30 a.m. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY CAN"T I GET ON TO DEVIANT ART... blah... I was going to show you guys THE coolest animation ever... but... I cna't even get to the front page let alone sign in and dig up someone elses work.. blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO! Today was fun, I'm slowly catching up my Zelda file, I only need to finish one temple, collect 3 full hearts, and collect 26 more poes. Plus collect some bugs, donate money to fix the bridge, then donate money to buy out a store, and THEN collect enough money to buy magic armour, so hurray for only another 2 or 3 hours left!! Then it'll be like nothing happened... ish... Except a good 10 hours of Zelda playing gone to waste. Also today, I saw Happy Feet with Melissa! It was awesome one on one best friend sneaking food into the theatre and dancing during the movie time!!! And hopefully tomorrow I shall go glasses shopping with Mr Hewlett before work.... that would be good. Also, finish cleaning my room, and maybe start my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, i'm to tired/lazy to throw the blankets and sheets on my bed... again, so I'm going to put George to sleep and curl up in my sleeping bag!! G'night everyone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. It's been WAY to long since I posted a Zelda picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://samspargur.tripod.com/Images_files/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-2951639230187783967?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/2951639230187783967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=2951639230187783967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2951639230187783967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2951639230187783967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-is-piece-of-rawhide-occupying-my.html' title='There is a piece of rawhide occupying my bathtub...'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-4716138649154816463</id><published>2007-01-03T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:50:54.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaver!!</title><content type='html'>GAH!! My left tricep will NOT stop twitching... it started 2 days ago and it keeps getting WORSE... so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In otehr terrible news... overwrote my Zelda file... thats right 20 hours of Zelda playing gone to fucking hell... I get to start my file from scratch for the THIRD time... the good news is b/c I"ve done it so many times, I know it off by heart... and its only taken me 2:45 to get up to the mountain temple... something that took 8 hours last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm resisting sleep.... I have no idea why... ok, time to put George away and try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-4716138649154816463?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/4716138649154816463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=4716138649154816463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/4716138649154816463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/4716138649154816463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/01/beaver.html' title='Beaver!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-2317400563365751167</id><published>2007-01-01T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:38:39.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 is upon us...</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, thought I'd give 2007 a test run before wishing everyone a happy new year, and so far it feels great!! I spent time with my family, went skating with Melissa and some of her new friends, cleaned the guy's apartment (so THEY could have a great start to the new year), and watched some good ol' Flight of the Conchords with my little sister. Seriously, those guys are hilarious, and I give Jenny full credit for getting me hooked on them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I already sent out a recap of my year via e-mail; however, not all of my avid readers get that e-mail so I shall post it here. For those of you who DO get the e-mail, I apologize you can skip the next 3 paragraphs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;And what a crazy year it was, fell in and out of love, drove to vancouver twice, edmonton and calgary once, drove accross the United States, lived in St Catherines Ontario for a little more than 3 months, partied in Nashville Tennesee, worked 5 seperate jobs, quit 3 jobs, finished another, am still employed at the last, lost alot of money, made alot of money, started college in the Marketing and Management program, went to 3 big concerts, turned 19, got into a car accident, got a new car, started reading another fantasy series, had wisdom teeth pulled, dyed hair... repeatedly, got a blue wig, got a laptop, made new friends, lost contact with old ones, learned many life lessons, got bit by the photography bug bad, lost glasses, and having my first new year in 4 new years w/o someone to give a new years kiss to, tho I'm sure I know a couple ppl who'd be willing ;) lol and in total randomness I broke down and bought those ugly crocs... mine are bright orange with little skulls on them... man am i cool or what?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my family, Mom quit her job, is restarting her business, hurt her knee, is training horses and living her dream, got an MP3 player (go mom). Dad is going to school for computer tech, won the worlds in powerlifting and is still at PG Sawmills and bought himself a lap top. Tiff entered the working world coaching gymnastics, and working at staples, had surgery on her knee and is applying to many art schools for fashion design, plus got her own sewing machine. We're all so busy we sometimes forget what we look like, but i have the closest family in otehr ways, we love and support each otehr and cherish the time we do spend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world... war still rages in the Middle East, terrorism is still a concern, having some extreme weather, the poor are still poor, the rich get richer, some of the worlds favourite stars have passed away, and the big blue ball is about to embark on anotehr trip around the world.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! To quickly sum up my new years eve, it was SSSOOOOOO fun!! I drug my little sister to the &lt;a href="http://theguysapartment.net"&gt;guy's&lt;/a&gt; apartment where we met a TONNE of our friends!! They were already full blown into a make shift (lack of rules or points) game of "Scene it". It was quite the experience to watch and realize that my friends have no lives and dedicate themselves to movies and actors from the 50's to present... but we love them anyways!! Then, it was twister; which I did NOT partake in due to I FEARED FOR MY LIFE!! and it was much more fun to watch. But I DID participate in teh next game which was Taboo. I should stop to point out by this time I've had a decent amount of alchohol. It was awesome fun, we did girls vs boys, which meant Zac was with teh girls, and later Jenny was with the boys, and No, surprisingly enough I was NOT with the boys. Mel and Daniel were awesome at teh game, but I'd like to think I pulled a close third to those two!! I was in fact the only one to get 6 in one shot. Maybe the key is alcohol, by the end of the game I was deffinetly liquored. The rest is just a blur of talking, hanging out, falling down, popping champagne and kissing every person in the apartment on the cheek at midnight in less then a minute!! By 2 a.m. we all decided Denny's was  a great idea... it really wasn't. I felt bad for how busy it was there, and seriously, that much grease on an alcohol filled stomach is jsut BAD!! But fun to see Shirley and Stan and the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in the year 2007 curled up in my bed with George on my lap resisting sleep posting on my blog and thinking of the year to come. I certainly have goals, like, getting my room clean, and car, staying organized, saving money, getting in shape, doing well in school, riding more, learning more about photography and being less bitter towards people. But, I won't go as far as to call the new years resolutions b/c i think resolutions are b/s and as Jeff said "They're only for the weak" but its always good to have goals in sight and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Unrelated blog post topic* I quit Sportchek. So all you people who share the sentiment that I work to much can feel better, I'm down to one job for school, AND only available 4 days a week. When I go broke and hungry you will all have yourselves to blame :P. But in all seriousness I feel like a great weight has been lifted. I'm guarunteed days off, and less stress. Going to be a great year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of the above said, I should post this and sleep. But I'd like to leave you with a poem I recieved in a forwarded e-mail once which I really appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.&lt;br /&gt;I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye." "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truley wish each and everyone one of you "enough", Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-2317400563365751167?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/2317400563365751167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=2317400563365751167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2317400563365751167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2317400563365751167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-is-upon-us.html' title='2007 is upon us...'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-2248678975008703211</id><published>2006-12-30T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:37:16.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news...</title><content type='html'>Tonight was tres fun!! After working a semi hellish shift at BP I picked up Jenny and met Jen and Susie at the Generator for a night of fun. With them came AJ, and before them arrived Cole. We didn't ACTUALLY go INTO the Generator as I was terrified and Jenny was leery. You see, whilst waiting for 2 very late girls to come, a man approached our locked car shouting some sort of obsenities kicked at the car shook his fist, proceeded to the door of the Genny, kicked it, yelled and shook his fist at us some more, and walked away. Not exactly my idea of a good time, so we headed to the Rum Jungle for dancing to terribly crappy music!! I could only stay a lil while (So i could sleep...?) because I work in the morning. Was fun tho, got some good Madonna in, I dislike a Justin Timberlake song that Jenny acutally likes so the world is comming to an end... I apologize. SO! On the way home I'm nearing the DQ and I think, "I'd love a blizzard" which is complete and utter b/s!! I mostly dislike blizzards, they make me feel ill, and they're so god damned expensive. Thankfully (or not) i remember this before reaching the DQ and purchasing one, so I veer to the right and head for the nearest McDick's for a carmel oreo McFlurry. Pull up to the drive through adn the guy asks me to wait he'll be "right with me"... couple mins go by... I put on a sweater, count half my float in my apron... couple more mins go by, I say "hello?" my replial, "I'll be right with you *heavy breathing*" wtf?!?! W/e, couple mins later, takes my order, I pull up... noone there... wait a while longer.... guy comes and takes money.... no McFlurry... no McFlurry, WAIT!! I see someones head... yes, coming to the window, window opens and boy says "You wanted Oreo Caramel right?" *DEz's eyes bug out of her head, but she forces a smile and nods her head" couple mins go by... couple more mins go by! YES! Guy appears with McFlurry... Dez wishes hima  goodnight and drives away, and actually stalls the car on the road when I realize instead of a McFlurry spoon I"ve been given a crappy plastic spoon... not only that, my McFlurry looks like its only been stirred by a crummy plastic spoon... w... t... f...?!?!? theres like A glob of caramel, thats it, plus its just icecream at the bottom of the cup... Now I tried to be reasonable and justify wtf went on, but nothing I think of can justify it!! At all!! I can think of all these reasons, then think of the reasons why that ISN"T a reason... *sigh* oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, me and George are getting along well... still trying to get used to each otehrs styles, tho its difficult. He has weird positioning for the left shift and enter key, and I really like to push his CAP LOCKS button; also, he lacks a Number pad, but I"m adjusting... can't have it all right?!?! He's getting better endurance as far as internet connections go to, which is tres happY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-2248678975008703211?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/2248678975008703211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=2248678975008703211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2248678975008703211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/2248678975008703211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-other-news.html' title='In other news...'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-4962002748956557456</id><published>2006-12-28T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T11:19:35.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack Doing Squirrel</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!! GUESS WHAT?!?!? I HAVE A DAY OFF!! All day.. and so far I've wasted most of it... I didnt' get home till tres late, which meant I slept in ,which means I"m still tired, and half the day has gone by... *sigh* oh well. Also, everyone else in my family is working, which means I"m home alone and able to do w/e I want w/o interruption or guilt... yes, that means very shortly Zelda is comming on, after I get some breaky tho, I'm hungry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featured Deviant this day... &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/45448660/?qo=1&amp;qh=special%3Apopular"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/45448660/?qo=1&amp;amp;qh=special%3Apopular&lt;/a&gt; its actually a flash art, you should click on the link under Artists comments to see it with the song, but watch it songless first!! whats funny is that this flash made it to teh front page... its not overly artiistic but it is well put together, coreographed, and just randomly funny. But yes, watch it, love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-4962002748956557456?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/4962002748956557456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=4962002748956557456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/4962002748956557456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/4962002748956557456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2006/12/crack-doing-squirrel.html' title='Crack Doing Squirrel'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-5115639384127220600</id><published>2006-12-27T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T10:25:29.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day after boxing day!!</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody, I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas, filled with love, relaxation, and family!! I dont mean to sound spoiled, but I have to share what I got for xmas this year... A LAPTOP!!! (from now on known as George) George is a Toshiba Sattelite, and seriously, the most expensive gift x3 I've EVER gotten for xmas. I was SO shocked. Its really nice having my own computer, tho in the morning I still go into the computer room to sit down and check my e-mail till I'm like... oh wait... George. We fight already, tho I think its getting better... his key positions are weird, and it causes alot of mistakes or entire page changes at times :S AND! No number key pad... I work on a number key pad ALL DAY LONG!! And now its gone... oh well, I figure its time I learn where they are on the typing portion of the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special mention to other amazing gifts, my sister got me a sweet hat (similar to the orange one) but in green so it better matches my red hair, and some nice clothes, b/c as we all know if someone doesn't buy me new clothes I'll probably just look like a redneck and/or treeplanter 24/7. Cole got me an awesome tee shirt that is light blue with a picture of Navi and says "HEY LISTEN!" so perfect!! Nic got me a photography book (the ONLY photography parafanilia I got... not even ONE roll of film from any of my family). My mom made me my FAVOURITE type of gloves in MY size which is amazing! OH! And I almost forgot, my grandmother got me a Magic Bullet blender thing.... it looks cool, I"m going to have to make my breakfast with it this morning!! Seriously, I was so spoiled this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to have a day off, but then it was to sport chek on Boxing day... omg, so busy. We had SOOOO much cash at the end of the night!! Was ridiculous!!! But I got put on the back corner till, which was SSOOO nice. It was quieter and less chaotic back there b/c there was only ONE person behind the till, and only ONE lineup on the otherside!! Tres happy!! and tonight its back to Boston Pizza... *sigh* no rest for the wicked... or as AJ says, the Wicked Awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and love to all, I hope you had the most festive season, and I hope to see you in or before the new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-5115639384127220600?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/5115639384127220600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=5115639384127220600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5115639384127220600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/5115639384127220600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-day-after-boxing-day.html' title='Happy day after boxing day!!'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15316252.post-7059519293556173438</id><published>2006-12-18T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T10:26:40.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daringly Devious Dreams</title><content type='html'>Blah, my dreams are comming more and more often and becomming stranger and stranger. TOnight was mostly one super long ass dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remmeber the exact begining, but the gist was for one night, we were redoing the Hobbit at the playhouse. No rehersals, just doing it. Nothing was organized, only half the cast was the original, I hadn't a chance to read my lines before showing up for the show. and no costumes were planned... it was weird. Curtain went up, adn most characters were going out in lab coats, then using a computer and teleporting or something, I brought all the dwarf costumes out (which btw were dark pink snow suits), and I was constantly following Sam around b/c she had a script and reread her lines and since our characters were brothers I was trying to get caught up. We managed to get through 2 scenes (I was in niether, and never really knew WHAT was going on), the second one was half naked people running in circles with cardboard leaves. During these scenes nearly everyone was visible on the side stages, poeple were yelling backstage, and got angry with me when I shushed them, causing them to yell more... it was bad. Then we took a "break" Which actually meant we pushed all the audience up on the sides of the wall, and killed 3 mice in the audience. And after that, intermission! Which actaully meant I was swept away by a few people, and we had to do some volunteering during intermission. We did all this driving, and the bathroom was so confusing, and then we ended up at my aunts house where we were supposed to clean the house, put groceries away, then get back to the play for "act II". Except... we were gone for more than an hour. Seriously, this dream was so fucked up!! And so realistic to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, what happened to the good ol' days when I didn't dream at all... personally, I'm blaming WoT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featured deviation : &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/27709041/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/27709041/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fun for all you Kingdom Hearts fans : &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/44915932/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/44915932/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15316252-7059519293556173438?l=dezdezdez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/feeds/7059519293556173438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15316252&amp;postID=7059519293556173438' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/7059519293556173438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15316252/posts/default/7059519293556173438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dezdezdez.blogspot.com/2006/12/daringly-devious-dreams.html' title='Daringly Devious Dreams'/><author><name>Dez Dez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11677523129863968937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEzi2bUWkh8/SszB4lb1ezI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q7I-2SPkzHs/S220/DSC_9683.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
