<?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-5620562310564711975</id><updated>2011-07-30T19:53:35.158-04:00</updated><category term='wrestling'/><category term='hatchlings'/><category term='finals'/><category term='blackberry'/><category term='cold'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='CSI'/><category term='great'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='New Order'/><category term='adderall'/><title type='text'>callie oh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-8585352461799501770</id><published>2010-02-03T15:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:07:37.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eyeZ glaZed over</title><content type='html'>so you know i couldn't sleep the other night.. well, my eyes still feel like i'm sleep deprived. i hate it. i'm gonna go to sleep early tonight.. oh i'll probably take some sleeping aid pills. maybe that will help.. i tried going to sleep last night around midnight but these herd of guys kept yelling until 2am. fuck them. ugh. i keep wanting to close my eyes and just take a power nap while sitting at my desk. i know if i do that my back will hurt afterwards, so i'm not doing it hahaha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think i'm gonna lay down for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-8585352461799501770?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/8585352461799501770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=8585352461799501770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/8585352461799501770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/8585352461799501770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2010/02/eyez-glazed-over.html' title='eyeZ glaZed over'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-7605447031344788012</id><published>2010-02-01T20:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:55:28.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>way behind schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;even though i'm out of my adderall i found my back up add meds.. thank god i had 2 left.. only 1 now :/ eek. i need a new prescription asap! okay anyways, i wrote of list of things to talk about in math class last friday.. i never got around to posting it though, which i'm kinda bummed about but whatever, i am now haha. so here's my list&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;people don't smile in Brevard (refer to lady at ingles)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nicole's squeaky pencil in math class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this weekend's forecast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RIP J.D. Salinger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ga Ga day @ marion square (back in Charleston)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charlie Kendall ---&gt; #1 all state jazz guitarist in SC &amp;amp; opening for Marcy Playground&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay so i went to ingles i think it was like last thursday around 8ish.. so i'm walking around gettin shit i need before this ugly weather came in (which i will talk about later) and i go down the aisle where the soup is and this lady was reaching on her tippy toes trying to get a can of something down.. so being the kind and nice person i am, i helped her and got the thing for her.. i looked at her expecting her to say thank you or something kind.. but instead she just glares at me and crinkles her nose and pushes her cart on.. i mean sheesh! could she be anymore rude, i was trying to be nice.. oh and when i have to cross the intersection in front of ingles to get to my car, people will let me go and walk but they won't acknowledge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a wave or anything nice. i smile and wave to them.. where'd their southern hospitality go? up there butt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next line of business.. Nicole's squeaky pencil.. i won't talk about this long. but i sit literally right in front of her in math class.. and she always uses the same pencil. its a regular wooden pencil. no fancy mechanical bullshit.. but anyways, every time she writes it sounds like a puppy squeaking for its mom. its horrible! i just wanna break it in half and be like.. what now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this past weekend the weather turned against me.  mother nature knows i hate snow.. when i don't have any skis to ski on it.. when i have skis i'm a happy camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;er :).. but not this weekend.  i was not prepared.. i really wanted to wear my black comfy dress with my penn state sweatshirt over it, but when i heard it was gonna snow by 3pm i was like FUCK MY LIFE.. so i wore jeans and my slippers.. thank god i did, beca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;use right after 3d design got out, it started snowing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by around 8 or 9 pm that night it had snowed a good couple inches.. i didn't wanna go outside, but my friend Zach from back home wanted me to help him build his first snowman.. it was also his first time being in snow.. it was so funny seeing him enjoying it. but the snowman turned out really good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/S2eC1gLgutI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DmIUfXNo1Rw/s400/17368_433529455087_792340087_10903854_7927412_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433455331128687314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we used my fake burberry scarf hahaha. i think it looks cute.. shit i really need to get to studying for my history quiz tomorrow.. okay, i'll finish this post quickly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHEMGGGGGG .. J.D. Salinger passed away last thursday.. my sister Holly loves his books.. i feel bad for her cause she really really loved him. i think i'll get her something special for her graduation having to do with him.. oh and i'll get her an itunes gift card because she loves music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving on.. last friday back home at marion square was GaGa Day.. apparently it turned out really bad, which i was thinking it would be kind bad.. haha there was like mainly ashley hall people and random misfits.. sucks for them ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my god-brother Charlie Kendall is now the #1 All-State jazz guitarist in South Carolina.. like he is insanely good on the guitar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qnUOCb21NXk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qnUOCb21NXk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;he is the one playing the guitar.. in the red plaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, the second announcement about him.. he opened last friday night for the band Marcy Playground.. like holy shit.. that's fucking amazing! i wish i could have gone home to see his band play. damnnn. oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's time for me to wrap this up.. today was lame as always..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was hoping my math class was gonna be canceled but it wasn't.. same with drawing 2.. but i like drawing in that class.. its fun :).. my 3d design class was canceled though.. at like the very last minute. ok, i need to study.. oh and perfect timing.. it's almost 9.. i'll just study until i pass out  haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight room, goodnight moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-7605447031344788012?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/7605447031344788012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=7605447031344788012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/7605447031344788012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/7605447031344788012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2010/02/way-behind-schedule.html' title='way behind schedule'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/S2eC1gLgutI/AAAAAAAAAHA/DmIUfXNo1Rw/s72-c/17368_433529455087_792340087_10903854_7927412_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-951720154845699697</id><published>2010-01-28T17:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:10:29.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fun, fun, fun, on the run, run, run</title><content type='html'>i just cleaned the hell out of my bathroom and dorm room.. it looks and smells amazing! except i can still smell some of the bleach i used in my bathroom.. oh well, it'll go away by tomorrow hopefully. it looks really good though!  right now i'm printing off pictures to put on my walls.. so much of it is bare and i need to cover it with something. i just hope i don't use up a lot of my ink.  i'm really trying to make it look like a charleston girl kind of room. if that makes any sense.. well, if you're from charleston, sc then you would understand. but anyways.. Seth got the truck he wanted today! he's gonna send me a picture of it in a little bit.. i'll post it up later.. hmm. what else, what else. oh, the room is reorganized, i just have a few more things to do with the wardrobes and what not. i'll post some pictures of the room too. bleh, my stomach is so sore.. i did this intense ab workout yesterday for like 30 minutes.. i really need to get to studying. oh which reminds me that i have a math quiz tomorrow.. how exactly do you study for math?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-951720154845699697?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/951720154845699697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=951720154845699697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/951720154845699697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/951720154845699697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-fun-fun-on-run-run-run.html' title='fun, fun, fun, on the run, run, run'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-2574661220498373779</id><published>2010-01-27T17:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:08:42.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate my ADD</title><content type='html'>i cannot concentrate on anything! and i really need to get some stuff done.. like..&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;study for history and make notes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;study for english&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;workout for at least 30 minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean my bathroom and room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;effml, ugh. whatever, i need to get it done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-2574661220498373779?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/2574661220498373779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=2574661220498373779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2574661220498373779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2574661220498373779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-my-add.html' title='i hate my ADD'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-1792852385834292686</id><published>2010-01-26T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:12:24.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREW HOT GLUE GUNS</title><content type='html'>i'm so done with hot glue guns for the semester. even if i have another project for 3d design that requires it.. nope, so not doing it. i don't wanna hurt my poor little fingers anymore :( i'd rather just stick to regular glue or tape! but whatever. i'm currently stuck on my last idea for this cardboard project.. it has to be rectilinear and curvilinear shapes or planes.. can't think of anything, ughhh. i've been looking online at pictures of doodles to help me, but so far it's not going to well. and i have kind of bad heartburn from eating chinese for dinner.ohhh, i'm kind of hungry now that i think of it. but idk. lol. i really need to get back to working on this project and get it over with.. fo sho. uh and i have to take all this shit to the art building :( fml&lt;div&gt;okay i HAVE to do this project. laterr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-1792852385834292686?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/1792852385834292686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=1792852385834292686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1792852385834292686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1792852385834292686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2010/01/screw-hot-glue-guns.html' title='SCREW HOT GLUE GUNS'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-1875403035968237742</id><published>2010-01-25T17:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:50:26.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>raise your hand if you have no life.. (raises hand)</title><content type='html'>so i pretty much have no social life in college. i'm usually in my room cleaning or napping or studying. or doing art. which i need to work on my cardboard project that's due wednesday.. OH! and i got a 100% on my 3d design quiz today :D so happy hahaha&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/S14fifXgRNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ehUJhhgXz_g/s400/8418_163449598064_535313064_3479001_6534158_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430812878051493074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for my personal portfolio i'm doing this picture.. hopefully it will come out good! i just gotta find my canvas' and get my paint and shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosh, and i have so much homework for tomorrow, shoot me now. oh and one more thing to note.. i miss Seth.. i think i'm falling for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-1875403035968237742?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/1875403035968237742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=1875403035968237742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1875403035968237742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1875403035968237742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2010/01/raise-your-hand-if-you-have-no-life.html' title='raise your hand if you have no life.. (raises hand)'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/S14fifXgRNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ehUJhhgXz_g/s72-c/8418_163449598064_535313064_3479001_6534158_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-3245822277990168186</id><published>2010-01-22T16:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:24:04.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>even if it was better..</title><content type='html'>my room mate moved out yesterday.. hmm, i didn't even know she was moving out until like an hour before she moved her shit.  but oh well, it's whatever. i mean, i don't mind that she moved out.. maybe she could have informed me a little more in advance? whatever, it's in the past now.&lt;div&gt;but.. after recollecting my thoughts after she moved out, i suddenly realized that for a payment of $591.92 i could have my own room. so what did i do? come on. i totally paid for that shit.  who wouldn't like to have their own room?! i guess the shock of having my own room made me feel really fucking happy. like i don't think i've been that happy in a long ass time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, that's yesterday's news. now for todays..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MATH = HATE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't do math. it doesn't mix well with callie. i mix well with creative, artistic things like glitter and mod podge. i couldn't focus on anything in that class. i just remember staring at the worksheet for 5 minutes then looking at logan's sheet.. he was done. smart ass. i think i did like 5 or 6 problems then just bs'ed the rest .. works for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drawing 2 was a dud. i felt exhausted so i pushed together 3 benches and fell asleep for 15 minutes.. sheldon thought i was dying. HAH. no, i just wasn't in the mood to do.. which i could totally tell in my drawing today. we started our subjective self-portraits, mine looks hideous. ugh. i wish i could use my own picture. but whatever. i don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3d design wasn't productive either. i stared at my sheet of projects to do.. with no creative outlet i managed to draw squiggles and boxes and schwaticas .. is that how you spell it? whatever. i can't seem to focus today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now i'm wearing 2 different socks with my jeans rolled up. kind of ghetto for me, but its comfortable .. and the only socks i could find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my thoughts are so scrambled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-3245822277990168186?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-5114953979406746245</id><published>2010-01-18T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:49:17.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let's consider the facts..</title><content type='html'>I AM WAY IN OVER MY HEAD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate it when i have those small spliff-epiphanies. but this one was like a bajiliion million zillion times worse.  i realized that i have way too many "unwritten" goals, plans, dreams, etc. and for some reason, i keep thinking that it's all going to be done. but no, i don't think it will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mind cannot concentrate on one thing right now. it's scrambling all over the place, needing to be let out. blehhhhhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5620562310564711975-5114953979406746245?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/5114953979406746245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=5114953979406746245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5114953979406746245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5114953979406746245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-consider-facts.html' title='let&apos;s consider the facts..'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-1471263540384814781</id><published>2009-12-20T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:53:05.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEARS RESOLUTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;lose 20 pounds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn sing language&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cut out fast food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;better study habits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn to play harmonica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start matching underwear and bra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keep a day timer/organizer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gain more confidence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a summer job/internship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;start saving up for own place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;look cute everyday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;master back hand spring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn more SAT words&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;update blog more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;compliment at least 3 people per day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;always smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-1471263540384814781?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/1471263540384814781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=1471263540384814781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1471263540384814781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Seth is coming in town for new years and gonna spend it with me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm soooo happy! i hope i get a new years kiss; i've always wanted one lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywayyyyssss.. i'm slightly bored and drunk. i wanna do somethingg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whoa, and i'm kinda tired at the same time. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(for now..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-5392523077481979125?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/5392523077481979125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=5392523077481979125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5392523077481979125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5392523077481979125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/12/abc-family.html' title='abc family'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-2145516572512061869</id><published>2009-12-18T11:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:15:57.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Renaissance</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can be the wall when you fall down&lt;br /&gt;Find me on the rocks when you break down&lt;br /&gt;I heard it in the song when you call out&lt;br /&gt;But I got to say now it's got to change"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Matt Kearney 'Renaissance'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm sitting here in my study, trying to figure out where to start today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Molly's supposed to come today to make shrimp dip and cheese balls, possibly toffee squares.. and i have to go through my art portfolio and figure out what to frame and what to put into my portfolio resume for this internship i'm trying to get. ugh, and i have to try to look for a job today too, since i'm going to be home until january 13th.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;New issue of 17 magazine for my horoscope says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;"You and your BFF have been snapping at each other lately, but when the moon is new on the 16th, you'll finally be ready to patch things up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Me and my bff have not been fighting what so ever. TOTAL BS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;i have to go get a shower and get this shit done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;au revoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-2145516572512061869?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/2145516572512061869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=2145516572512061869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2145516572512061869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2145516572512061869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/12/renaissance.html' title='Renaissance'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-7333973302949921513</id><published>2009-12-17T12:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:04:08.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stubby fingers</title><content type='html'>what i've done so far today&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;learned to rap to tupac&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;downloaded music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took maggie her calculator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to halfmoon outfitters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played with sparky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a nap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i'm about to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;work on molly's birthday card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wrap christmas presents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get more tampons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get maggie from school (?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;workout&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pick up holly from the airport&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lists are a lot more helpful than i thought :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i'm off to my mom's studio soon to work on this birthday card thats ginormous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eve though i kind of feel like another nap.. yup yup, well i need to get this stuff done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-7333973302949921513?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/7333973302949921513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=7333973302949921513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/7333973302949921513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/7333973302949921513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/12/stubby-fingers.html' title='stubby fingers'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-2599076851476955886</id><published>2009-12-16T21:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:56:39.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Minutes</title><content type='html'>this is the longest 11 minutes of my life.&lt;div&gt;I NEED THIS MOVIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-2599076851476955886?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/2599076851476955886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-2435732211280380684</id><published>2009-12-16T19:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:56:11.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NO</title><content type='html'>actually, i want to get my thoughts out, so i'm going to make a list. a very random list of anything and everything. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;guys are d-bags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my dog smells like ass and pine needles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm spoiled&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i care way too much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to crawl into a black hole and disappear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;where did all the classic movies go? just TCM?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want facebook to shut down and see how everyone will function&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;music needs to rule the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i can't stop believing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if only there was a joint resting in my hand right now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that chick is short&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm really self conscience&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to minor in ecology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the world needs more complex people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why can't i stop crying?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i feel like life is too short&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my family needs to grow up, and get some balls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my dog really fucking smells like ass and pine needles (EW)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want a guy to play guitar for me.. and make me feel special.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've never been kissed in the rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to learn how to play strip poker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maybe i should become a magician.. and make myself disappear (&lt;i&gt;then what would the use of a black hole be?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my car needs to be serviced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i think i'm bipolar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this list is helping.. i think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you should listen to Matt Kearney&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh no, i think i'm getting a headache&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and now my eyes are puffy and red&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mascara is smeared&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't think i'm gonna go out tonight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i just need to do something like workout&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maybe i should eat?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;christmas should take my mind off of all this shit right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;molly's birthday too? it should right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hope all of his promises will be kept&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to stop thinking of guys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;guys are douchebags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;guys are full of poop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've been in contact with my pen-pal for 6 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i was a vegetarian for 7 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vegan for 15 days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;karma is gonna bite me in the ass one day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to do something else.. but at least i got things off of my mind. I think i'll do more lists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-2435732211280380684?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/2435732211280380684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=2435732211280380684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2435732211280380684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2435732211280380684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/12/no.html' title='NO'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-1035396755799451980</id><published>2009-12-16T19:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:29:19.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>halloweenhead</title><content type='html'>so it's definitely been a while since i've posted anything on here.  i think i need to update this more, fo sho. mm, and my feet are chilled.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where to begin, where to begin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh okay, so i am now beginning to believe that all guys are douchebags and stupid.  y'all make me so frustrated when it comes to thinking about dating! make me want to pull my hair out! UGHK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please don't make me do that.. because i love my hair.. but seriously, why can't guys just take a little fucking hint when i like them?! it's ridiculous..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like my life is fucking up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i live in a multi-dysfunctional house full of cunts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. i said cunts. and i really don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to restart this tomorrow with a fresh mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-1035396755799451980?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/1035396755799451980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=1035396755799451980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1035396755799451980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1035396755799451980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/12/halloweenhead.html' title='halloweenhead'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-8964195407351744345</id><published>2009-09-25T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:12:16.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>almost out of 2d design</title><content type='html'>Why is it whenever I listen to Explosions In the Sky I feel like the only person alive on this planet. While I worked on my project I completely zoned into my into state of being and worked without any critiques from my teacher. Maybe he thought that since I was quiet I was doing what I was supposed to, which I did do, but I still have to screen print it later. First Breath After Coma is playing right now, and I feel like I'm once again in my own little world or bubble, excluding all negative activity in this room. I'm feeling joyful, happy, and serene. I wish I could feel this way all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-8964195407351744345?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/8964195407351744345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=8964195407351744345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/8964195407351744345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/8964195407351744345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/09/almost-out-of-2d-design.html' title='almost out of 2d design'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-3432630190813718807</id><published>2009-09-17T18:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:31:35.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>saddest birthday blog ever</title><content type='html'>today is my 20th birthday and i have no friends to celebrate it with.&lt;br /&gt;you'd think that at college you'd become best friends with your room mate or classmates, but for me, no. i guess people just see me as strange and weird. and i'm fine with that, but i mean, they shouldn't just judge me so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping that i won't be rejected by seth tonight. i really hope not.&lt;br /&gt;i really like seth a lot. and i told him this a while ago. he said he liked me too, but he didn't want to be in a relationship at the time.. so i'm hoping he's changed his mind about it. but the last time i talked to him through a text he said that he was going to go to hooters tonight with some guys on the football team. in my mind i'm thinking.. fucking sweet man, this douche is totally blowing me off on my birthday... so that kinda got me bummed out..&lt;br /&gt;i really need to be thinking positive thoughts and getting myself ready for the weekend. going home to charleston tomorrow afternoon.. at around 3ish. but yeah&lt;br /&gt;i can't think of anything else to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-3432630190813718807?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-4376118600531160097</id><published>2009-09-15T21:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:00:41.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so bored</title><content type='html'>so right now i'm sitting in the lounge in my dorm and i am very very extremely bored out of my fucking mind. like oh my god. you have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;i am so fucking bored. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the fire alarm went off in coltrane just a few minutes ago and now the fire trucks are here and freaking out and shit. its totally fucking gay. but yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly don't know what to type right now. besides the fact that i am texting seth right now :)))))))) yeahhhh i kinda like him a lot. which is kinda hard, bc of the whole deal/thing with marshall so yeah, idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since maddy left brevard, it feels so depressing for some reason. like seriously it was nice having a friend that i actually knew and was a best friend. i feel like all i have now is seth.. and the gaelan prodigy and kinda friends with maebre and stephenie. but yeah. my roomate Carolina is like never in our room and always in our suitemates room which is okay with me but whatever i dont really care. she can do what she wants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maebre asked me the other day if we wanted to be roomates and i was like thatd be chill as fuck bc my roomate is secluded from me, so it's be nice having a roomate that i can acually chill and hang out with and study with and crapola like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poopcicles.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go.&lt;br /&gt;find something to do.&lt;br /&gt;actually i think  i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;mainly thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;idk.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm bipolar.&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-4376118600531160097?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/4376118600531160097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=4376118600531160097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4376118600531160097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4376118600531160097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-bored.html' title='so bored'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-197736826645972813</id><published>2009-08-25T14:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:08:36.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i moved into college last friday.  there's nothing really to say that describes everything going on right now.. it's like a multiple amount of words smashed together: quiet, eccentric, stressful, mellow, etc. . even sitting here wasting away my time at my dirty computer screen is boring, quiet, etc.. and i'm currently hungry as shit too. all i have in my food bin under my bed is cheese its, chewy bars, luna bars, chicken noodle soup, and other random ass snack food. which does not sound appetzing at all to me.  i think i could go for something from ingles, or some sort of fast food... even though i REALLY shouldn't eat fast food at all.. hm, i think i may just get something frozen from ingles and heat it up in my room :) yeah, that sounds like a good plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and completely HUGE news.. i'll start from the least exciting to the greatest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;madelyn is going to brevard now.. i helped her move in yesterday.. oh how i can't wait to be annoyed by her fake brazilian accent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i may have a broken toe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i professed my love to marshall the night before i left school... I KNOW! i'm stoopid to wait til the last minute .. but i just had to tell him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;there's this part of my soul that yearns for him everyday.  and it's eating me alive.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be next to him.&lt;br /&gt;i want to hold him.&lt;br /&gt;i want to kiss him.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now that will be impossible with me away at school in NC while he's back home.. God, i miss him so much. why do i miss him so much? it's not like we've had a huge crush on each other for 5 years... i'm pathetic. and i need to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-197736826645972813?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/197736826645972813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=197736826645972813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/197736826645972813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/197736826645972813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-i-moved-into-college-last-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-8880362783743237759</id><published>2009-07-10T11:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:34:29.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning on Sullivan's Island</title><content type='html'>Two women went out swimming in front of the Stella Marris Church/Ft. Moultrie area.  This area is clearly restricted to no swimming, nonetheless, these women took the risk of swimming at around dusk.  Both women were taken into the open harbor by the ripping tide and current.  One of the women was saved by a bystander walking along the rocks that separates the marsh and harbor.  Rescue boats from local cities such as Sullivan's Island and Charleston conducted a search that lasted until nightfall, which included a helicopter stationed in Savannah, GA.  Today the US Coast Guard sent a boat out at 7AM to continue the search for the other woman.  Inside sources say that the woman swept out to sea was possibly around the age of 30 - 40 years old.  The mother of the woman taken to sea awaits for information of her daughter's whereabouts.  Sadly, some officials are calling it a drowning.  We are still awaiting more information from the inside source.  We are hoping that everything will be okay for the family of the woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-8880362783743237759?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/8880362783743237759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=8880362783743237759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/8880362783743237759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/8880362783743237759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/07/drowning-on-sullivans-island.html' title='Drowning on Sullivan&apos;s Island'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-1840829003288084451</id><published>2009-07-06T23:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:22:45.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so there's this guy...</title><content type='html'>his name is scott, and i'm pretty much falling for him... even though i met him online.. he seems like the only real thing in my life that makes me happy. everyday i wake up and think of him.. and what it would be like if he was asleep next to me, and how he would look sleeping.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would he snore? does he drool? &lt;/span&gt;and throughout the day, i'd imagine him walking down the street.. and just smiling at me.. and make my heart melt.  God, i sound so cheesy right now.  but it's so true.  the one thing i look forward to everyday is talking to him at night after he gets off of work.  just the feeling of him online writing to me, brings this smile to my face.. and it's weird because, i've never met him in real life. but i feel like i've known him for so long.. almost like a soul mate.. God, what am i talking about?!?! haha, ahhhh.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-1840829003288084451?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/1840829003288084451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=1840829003288084451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1840829003288084451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1840829003288084451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-theres-this-guy.html' title='so there&apos;s this 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-6026323316418683945</id><published>2009-06-17T22:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:28:15.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is funnn</title><content type='html'>Okay, so i'm pretty bored. I don't have anything to do tonight, which sucks balls. actually the past few nights i haven't gone out at all. wait, now that i think about it, i haven't gone out at all since i've gotten back from costa rica. damn, i need to go out. oh, well i'm going to north carolina this weekend to see clara at kanuga, which i'm totally excited aboutttt!! and then on sunday i'm going to charlotte to go to my cousin's baby shower.&lt;br /&gt;mm, i'm getting a bit tired. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;today has gone by so freaking fast. it felt like just 4 hours ago i had lunch with my grandma. it's such a weird feeling. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;oh i finally got a twitter application on my blackberry earlier! i'm so glad!&lt;br /&gt;okay well, i guess i'm gonna call it a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-6026323316418683945?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/6026323316418683945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=6026323316418683945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/6026323316418683945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/6026323316418683945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-funnn.html' title='This is funnn'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-2493000315829624651</id><published>2009-06-14T16:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:48:34.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Forever</title><content type='html'>I just realized today that I haven't been keeping up with this thing like i used to.  A good thing though to mention is that i graduated! Again! Hahaha. It was probably the longest graduation ceremony I have attended. Not kidding.  But since then I've been back home in Charleston catching up on things.  Oh and I was in Costa Rica all last week. Once my friends put some pictures up on facebook i will post some on here.  it was such an amazing trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now i'm at home sick. I've been shitting my guts out and throwing up.. which i have no clue why, and it sucks. I truly hate being sick. It's not fun.  I also gave Sparky a bath today outside, and now he smells good and looks good too.  Ugh, well i'm going to go and lay down and watch TV, if there's anything on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buh byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-2493000315829624651?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/2493000315829624651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=2493000315829624651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2493000315829624651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2493000315829624651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-forever.html' title='It&apos;s Been Forever'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-1976225280370947238</id><published>2009-05-21T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:16:00.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Final</title><content type='html'>I have my Economics final at 12:45... I feel pretty good about it because Nikko helped me out yesterday.  If it weren't for her I'd probably fail that shit.  Sorry about not updating yesterday, I had a lot of stuff of my plate to get done.  Ahh, which reminds me of some other stuff I have to do today before my mom comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean (mainly sweep the floor) my room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pack an itty bitty bag for tonight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get my green dress from Dax&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;find Mrs. Tyler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I think the last one is kind of vague.  But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I need to lay out and get a tannnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-1976225280370947238?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/1976225280370947238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=1976225280370947238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1976225280370947238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1976225280370947238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-final.html' title='Last Final'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-5063417781090213076</id><published>2009-05-19T19:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:14:22.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrestling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hatchlings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adderall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSI'/><title type='text'>Groovyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>Today has been very chill.  I went to bed fairly early last night, I think at around 10:50ish.  And I didn't have to wake up until 7:30 today for my morning Creative Writing final.  Oh which by the way was SO freaking easy!  I wrote a 3 page story about a week long journey of a pirate.  Freaking easy as shit!! It only took me an hour and I proofread it 3 or 4 times.  Mrs. Simpkins L-O-V-E-D it.  But yeah.  After that I chilled at the dorm until lunchtime, then I came back, took a shower, blow dried my hair, straightened it, and then chilled out in the bullring with Stefan.  Hahahaha, and then Thomas, Brandon, Benton, and Garret came outside to wrestle. Well Thomas filmed most of it. But yeah, it was kind of brutal because it was just supposed to be a brawl and no kicking or punching, and somebody kicked Garret in the mouth and busted his lip and he started bleeding like crazy and then he flipped a shit on Thomas, so Thomas threw Nelly the camera and she continued to record.. But Garret and Thomas were like going at it for real, like scary fighting and the construction guys that work for the school year round came up and were like ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are they fighting?" - pugh&lt;br /&gt;"oh no it's just a little fun wrestling" -me&lt;br /&gt;"yeah they're not serious about it" -stefan&lt;br /&gt;"it doesn't look that way" - other con. guy&lt;br /&gt;"its just for fun don't worry, i mean if it were serious would we really be recording it?"-benton&lt;br /&gt;"hmm okay..." - pugh&lt;br /&gt;"yeah they're on the wrestling team, don't worry" - chotsie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha, chotsie, gotta love her, but yeah, that's how it went down.  after that happened things chilled back down and i went back to the dorm and had a major CSI marathon for like 4 or 5 hours. it was kind of awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm thinking of all the stuff that happened today.. there was a lot.. and i don't think i wanna tell it all. plus some of it is sketchy, but it's not important.&lt;br /&gt;plus i need to study for my spanish exam tomorrow, which i have a feeling i'm going to do well on.  but yeah, okay. LATER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-5063417781090213076?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/5063417781090213076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=5063417781090213076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5063417781090213076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5063417781090213076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/05/groovyyyyyy.html' title='Groovyyyyyy'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-5880547837329968897</id><published>2009-05-18T11:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:35:05.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Estudio</title><content type='html'>All last weekend I studied for Spanish and Economics.  I think I fried my brain out from it all..  Every time I even think about the sunjunctive in spanish.. I get a headache.  Shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, so far I have done zip.  I'm not kidding.. First period, Economics, Spives told us 17 out of 25 questions that are on the exam.  I think that's a fair deal.  Right now I have an 87 in his class.  I'm so excited I have at least a high B.  Okay, second period, art, I just chilled in the library doing nothing since I am exempting the exam.  TAB was boring as usual, tried to find Walter because he still has my yearbook.  T period, Creative Writing, Ms. Simpkins just told us what is going down tomorrow and where to go.. which took like 5 minutes, and i've been chilling in the computer lab since then. And now, I have study hall, which I have nothing to do again.  After lunch I have Spanish.  I know I'm going to do shit in that class because I need help on the study packet I have to turn in.  It's so confusing!!! Then after that, is Biology 2.. I don't have to go to that class because I'm exempting that one too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired. I hope there's a spot on the couch in the library for me to sleep some :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-5880547837329968897?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/5880547837329968897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=5880547837329968897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5880547837329968897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5880547837329968897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/05/yo-estudio.html' title='Yo Estudio'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-7275256593025890343</id><published>2009-05-15T10:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:28:17.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Beats The Weekend</title><content type='html'>Friday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm listening to Such Great Heights by The Postal Service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-7275256593025890343?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/7275256593025890343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=7275256593025890343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/7275256593025890343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/7275256593025890343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothing-beats-weekend.html' title='Nothing Beats The Weekend'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-2772735608804805625</id><published>2009-05-15T09:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:46:44.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EXEMPT</title><content type='html'>I'm exempted from my Biology 2 final.. Hell yes!! I'm so glad I don't have to take it!&lt;div&gt;Ah and I just took my Economics test... it was easy as pie, I studied my butt off last night for this test.. I better get a good grade on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be so weird in the dorm with almost all the seniors gone next week. Oh man, it's going to be quiet as shit too, score! Gives me relaxation time before the 3 exams I do have to take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-2772735608804805625?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/2772735608804805625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=2772735608804805625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2772735608804805625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2772735608804805625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/05/exempt.html' title='EXEMPT'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-8077501596428672910</id><published>2009-05-14T19:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:59:07.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake It To the Ground - Rye Rye</title><content type='html'>Man, I feel exhausted. I had so much going on today. Insane in the membrane!!&lt;div&gt;We had graduation practice after school.  That went no where but down.  It was horrible.  We didn't actually go outside and practice it, all we did was go to the chapel and they just told us what we are going to do. Kind of weird, but yeahh. I think I get the gist of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley didn't understand any of it haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to study for my Economics test. :( Not cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twitter is my new addiction! It's freaking amazinggggg, I'm in love! Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleh, I need to take a shower, I feel disgusting. Stefan splashed me by the pool, so not cool.  If he had pulled me in I would have punched him in the balls. I'm not kidding!! I really would have.  Haha, he's such a loser, but I love him lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not even focusing on studying for Econ. ah, I think I might take my adderall tomorrow so I can focus.  I need to take it next week too when I have exams.  That way I know I will get a good grade! Ugh, but that means this weekend I have to study my butt off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I may take a power nap then take a shower.  Then study a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-8077501596428672910?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/8077501596428672910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=8077501596428672910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/8077501596428672910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/8077501596428672910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/05/shake-it-to-ground-rye-rye.html' title='Shake It To the Ground - Rye Rye'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-6095675987631238199</id><published>2009-05-14T14:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:50:50.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger - Kanye West</title><content type='html'>I keep finding more people on Twitter, which is kind of cool because... well I don't know. Yeah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing new yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I have graduation practice @ 3:15 and then I have a reception at Mr. Price's house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm supposed to be in art class right now, buttttt since I have nothing to do, I'm in the library chillin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup. I'm bored, I should be working on my Economics test study guide. But I have all of study hall tonight to work on it.. even though I think I might fall asleep again like last night when I was supposed to study for my Biology test, which I did pretty good on... I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost one week until I come home. Whoop, Whoop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-6095675987631238199?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/6095675987631238199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=6095675987631238199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/6095675987631238199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/6095675987631238199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/05/stronger-kanye-west.html' title='Stronger - Kanye West'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-1266631400480994106</id><published>2009-05-14T10:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:15:49.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3,608 M&amp;M's</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Ralston compared life to a jar of M&amp;amp;M's today.  It was an interesting analogy and assumption, but yeah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my Biology 2 test this morning, and I think I passed.  If I get an 80 or higher on it, then I can exempt the exam.  Which is what I'm shooting for. But yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't think of anything else that's new with my life.  Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5620562310564711975-1266631400480994106?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/1266631400480994106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=1266631400480994106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1266631400480994106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1266631400480994106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/05/3608-m.html' title='3,608 M&amp;M&apos;s'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-7634691699780904434</id><published>2009-05-13T20:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:32:26.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthem for the Underdog - 12 Stones</title><content type='html'>I seriously don't want to study for this Biology test.. even though it will alter my grade majorly if I do poor then I won't exempt the final, but if I do well then I will exempt. So yeah&lt;div&gt;My hand really hurts from typing so I'm no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;t going to type much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/SgtmKB3DqkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UVnAFfgm1sI/s400/hmm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335470506034571842" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, I was bored :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, I'm really bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I might take a power nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-7634691699780904434?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/7634691699780904434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=7634691699780904434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/7634691699780904434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/7634691699780904434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/05/anthem-for-underdog-12-stones.html' title='Anthem for the Underdog - 12 Stones'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/SgtmKB3DqkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/UVnAFfgm1sI/s72-c/hmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-4556579430958062495</id><published>2009-05-13T11:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:13:06.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something in the Way She Moves (acoustic) - The Beatles</title><content type='html'>I finished my color wheel today!! I'm glad I have it over with, now all I have to work on is printing out my Creative Writing portfolio.  Then I have to figure out if I have to take my Biology Final or not.  If I do well on this test tomorrow, I'm sure I'll exempt it.  Ahh, I need to study for that test! But I don't have a book to get the information, poop. I'll photocopy it later or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeahhhh, I'm really bored right now because I have nothing to do!!  Damn, my left hand is hurting and same as my knee. I think I might go see the nurse about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-4556579430958062495?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/4556579430958062495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=4556579430958062495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4556579430958062495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4556579430958062495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-in-way-she-moves-acoustic.html' title='Something in the Way She Moves (acoustic) - The Beatles'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-3123597641936531128</id><published>2009-05-12T22:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:35:54.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Human - The Killers</title><content type='html'>Blogger's going to be out tomorrow.. Poop.&lt;br /&gt;So I can't post anything tomorrow.  If you feel the need to follow.. look at my twitter box. I'll be updating that as much as possible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm e-mailing Richard tonight. I just feel like, I don't know.. we're supposed to be together. I still like him.&lt;br /&gt;This is so hard.  I don't know how this is going to work out if we do date and I go to school in NC. Ahhh, I don't wanna think about it. Positive thoughts, positive thoughts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Sgow541NK3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/t6RJnUHMxkE/s1600-h/4285_84067592108_606072108_2167308_599439_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Sgow541NK3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/t6RJnUHMxkE/s400/4285_84067592108_606072108_2167308_599439_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335130479639997298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's a picture from LEAF at the drum circle.  I'm so pissed I missed the spring part. I'm definitely going to it in the fall since I will be in school in NC and reallly close to it. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/SgoxQLM_3fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LYYwNsVCKBM/s1600-h/4285_84067602108_606072108_2167309_5349119_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/SgoxQLM_3fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LYYwNsVCKBM/s400/4285_84067602108_606072108_2167309_5349119_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335130862528749042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People were even going in the lake when it's freezing cold. I think they're crazy, even though I totally would have done it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to go.  I actually feel a bit tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-3123597641936531128?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/3123597641936531128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=3123597641936531128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/3123597641936531128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/3123597641936531128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/05/human-killers.html' title='Human - The Killers'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Sgow541NK3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/t6RJnUHMxkE/s72-c/4285_84067592108_606072108_2167308_599439_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-8905528018032678927</id><published>2009-05-12T11:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:12:23.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Wheel</title><content type='html'>I have to paint a color wheel in my Art 2 class.  At first I didn't like it at all, but now I'm liking my design, even though it looks like tadpoles.  Lo thinks it looks like tadpoles.. Yes, well, nothing new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start studying for my exams next week.  The only ones I'm worried about are Economics and Spanish 3.  Creative Writing should be really easy because all we have to do is write stuff, which I'm pretty good at, but whateverrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my mom on the phone yesterday for about 20 minutes.  It was fun, she told me that Uncle Frank put up this birdhouse on the back porch.  Apparently we got it as a gift 7 years ago and never put it up til 3 days ago. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also talked to Richard on the phone yesterday.  He finally got a new cell phone.  I may go on a date with him when I get back home.  He really wants to see me the day I get back, but I think that's pushing it.  Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to focus on my Creative Writing Portfolio.  It's such a grueling process!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-8905528018032678927?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/8905528018032678927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=8905528018032678927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/8905528018032678927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/8905528018032678927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/05/color-wheel.html' title='Color Wheel'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-5923735272296185320</id><published>2009-05-07T20:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:52:08.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Connection</title><content type='html'>So the wireless in Wayland is down.. so me, Chotsie, and Sam came up to Old Main to use the internet.  I'm kind of helping Chot with her Pearl Harbor paper, which I really suck.&lt;br /&gt;But yes..&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored now. I need to study economics and biology 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-5923735272296185320?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/5923735272296185320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=5923735272296185320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5923735272296185320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5923735272296185320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/05/better-connection.html' title='Better Connection'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-1004829175171160929</id><published>2009-05-05T10:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:56:11.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck on The Hill</title><content type='html'>Since I finished my paper yesterday for Creative Writing, today I have a study hall.  Sweet? Not really because I have a study hall after T period.  It gets really boring after having 2 study halls in a row.  Holy shit, my wrist hurts like a mofo.  Ah, so much pain.  I'm just glad I'm not wining about it because usually I do. Ah, I can only type by punching at the letters with my right hand, and I keep on misspelling things so much.&lt;br /&gt;I need to take a break. Man I wish I had some ice for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-1004829175171160929?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/1004829175171160929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=1004829175171160929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1004829175171160929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1004829175171160929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/05/stuck-on-hill.html' title='Stuck on The Hill'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-5539854101928223930</id><published>2009-05-05T10:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:38:49.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tendenitis seals the deal</title><content type='html'>Rock climbing screwed up my wrist a whole lot.  It hurts so freaking bad! This morning I woke up and it didn't hurt that bad, but once I went to Biology 2 and had to write notes, it started hurting like a bitch.  I missed half of Economics because there were so many people at the nurses sick and stuff.  It was crazyyy. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to class.&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more in a few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-5539854101928223930?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/5539854101928223930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=5539854101928223930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5539854101928223930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5539854101928223930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/05/tendenitis-seals-deal.html' title='Tendenitis seals the deal'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-7420488838228319993</id><published>2009-05-04T13:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:55:04.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Networking Gone Astray</title><content type='html'>So, this may come off weird, but I have an account on Myyearbook. I just like to fiddle around on there and see if there are any decent guys still out there.. There's some, but not many.. back to my story.&lt;br /&gt;I was online the other day, when this kid Patrick Swallows posted a bulletin note on the website.  It's kind of a shocker to say the least.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Sf8rkYUK-7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vf2JJN-zr2M/s1600-h/insane+much%3F%3F%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Sf8rkYUK-7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vf2JJN-zr2M/s400/insane+much%3F%3F%3F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332028387832298418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid thinks he's going to be our "God" one day.. How insane is that?  I think I'll have to forward this one onto a friend. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-7420488838228319993?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/7420488838228319993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=7420488838228319993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/7420488838228319993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/7420488838228319993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/05/social-networking-gone-astray.html' title='Social Networking Gone Astray'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Sf8rkYUK-7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vf2JJN-zr2M/s72-c/insane+much%3F%3F%3F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-4435053102776310843</id><published>2009-04-30T11:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:31:34.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>I took my medicine this morning because I had a test first period and I knew I had to focus on it.  I feel like the adderal has something to do with why I'm not feeling well.  Last night I started my period, like in the middle of the night.  I'm glad I caught it before I messed up any of my clothes or sheets.  I didn't feel the cramps that much during study hall, but I thought I was getting sick. Wow, this isn't making any sense. Okay, so this morning, after I took my medicine, I went to breakfast to eat some fruit and toast, but I felt nauseous so I didn't anything anything but half a banana and a bite of toast and some apple juice.  I went to the nurse and she gave me pepto bismol and gas x.  I felt embarrassed to say this to her, but I feel like my stomach is hurting because I may be constipated? So she's going to give me some medicine tonight to soften stuff, I hope it works. &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to feel lightheaded.  I honestly don't know why I'm feeling like this. All I know is that I need to sit down for a while with like an icepack on my forehead or something.  Not lay down because my stomach hurts when I do.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;This day is so weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-4435053102776310843?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/4435053102776310843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=4435053102776310843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4435053102776310843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4435053102776310843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/04/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-1656306190588000189</id><published>2009-04-28T10:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:40:50.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adderal needed</title><content type='html'>I'm having a lot of trouble focusing on my creative writing assignment.  To be honest, I don't even know if I can write a science fiction story.  My mind keeps on jumping from thought to thought.  I feel like I have so much to do, when I have absolutely nothing! Is that weird? What am I saying... I am weird.  Oh and this morning when I was walking up to Old Main, I had this epiphany that I am going to fall in love with a nerd at college, or somewhere.  It's probably going to be true.  And that's fine with me.. I think.. &lt;br /&gt;On to more important things, all of my friends in college get out Friday and are going back to Charleston.  They are so lucky.  I still have 3 weeks until finals.  I'm so not looking forward to that.  I think I can exempt my Art, Creative Writing, and Biology 2 exams.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-1656306190588000189?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/1656306190588000189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=1656306190588000189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1656306190588000189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1656306190588000189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/04/adderal-needed.html' title='Adderal needed'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-9083665556864638765</id><published>2009-04-27T11:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:23:18.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew</title><content type='html'>I just presented my chapel talk. Oh boy, I was so nervous just watching the video.  But I think it went alright.  I have only gotten a few 'good-jobs'.. so I'm guessing it was kind of a dud.  I'm just glad that I have it over with.  Now I can focus on other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired too. Ughk, oh and Mrs. Simpkins isn't here for creative writing or study hall so that means I can sleep next period. Crap, no, I have to do economics homework... pooey&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-9083665556864638765?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/9083665556864638765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=9083665556864638765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/9083665556864638765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/9083665556864638765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/04/phew.html' title='Phew'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-200475161441134870</id><published>2009-04-23T11:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:55:21.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical Difficulty</title><content type='html'>So today pretty much sucks balls.  I was supposed to do my chapel talk this morning at assembly, but I had a technical difficulty with the video on youtube. Okay, so last night at around, let's say at almost midnight, the power went off at the dorm.  It pretty much scared me shitless and made me cry.  All the girls were freaking out saying, "OMG it's the ghost in the bathroom in the basement.." blah blah blah.  All that stupid stuff got in my head and completely freaked me out.  I swear I made myself believe that I could see that ghost and hear stuff.  I didn't end up falling asleep til like 3 or 4. Yeah, I'm kinda tired now. Back to the story though. So the electricity went out when I was updating my chapel talk on youtube.  Basically, it didn't process and all I have saved on youtube is my old rough draft version of it.   Yeah, and there were tons of people that were like, "WTF, why didn't you talk today?" Well bitches that's the story.. hope you like it. OH, and I can't find my laptop either! I really hope nobody stole it from my room. Or worse, watch me find it later today and be like, haha, I'M AN IDIOT. Wow, that would be bad.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my fingers are kinda cramping because I've been typing a lot the past 2 periods. Whoop, whoop, and lunch is next. I'm so hungry, ah, but I have a venturing crew meeting the first half of lunch. Hmm, at least I don't have to wait in line for crazy little kids to get their lunches. Yes, well okay. I'm going to take a nap, if possible... Ms. Simpkins always catches me sleeping. I hope I prevail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-200475161441134870?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/200475161441134870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=200475161441134870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/200475161441134870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/200475161441134870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/04/technical-difficulty.html' title='Technical Difficulty'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-4740667936421518267</id><published>2009-04-22T11:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:29:56.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bipolar Weather Attacks</title><content type='html'>It's 11:07 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours ago, it was 65 degrees out and sunny. Now it's raining and hailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw Virginia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-4740667936421518267?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/4740667936421518267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=4740667936421518267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4740667936421518267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4740667936421518267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/04/bipolar-weather-attacks.html' title='Bipolar Weather Attacks'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-5509538355832050541</id><published>2009-04-21T19:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:24:07.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I forget to mention...</title><content type='html'>That Richard's a douche nozzle.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Now he has a "new" girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-5509538355832050541?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/5509538355832050541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=5509538355832050541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5509538355832050541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5509538355832050541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/04/did-i-forget-to-mention.html' title='Did I forget to mention...'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-6011790932858154257</id><published>2009-04-21T19:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:20:53.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is finally here... and it's almost over.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I started to make my spring 2009 playlist. So far it's looking good. There's only eleven songs on it though.  If my school wasn't so strict with the internet then I wouldn't have a problem with getting onto Last.fm to look up my effing music. Oh well. I really don't understand why they block it, all I do on there is search new bands and keep track of my music history. Oh, which totally won't let my scrobbler scrobble my previous listened to songs. Kinda blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Sorry Baby, but You Can’t Stand In My Light Anymore – Bob Mould&lt;br /&gt;Reservoir Park - The Dutchess and the Duke&lt;br /&gt;I’ll Love – Pete and the Pirates&lt;br /&gt;Big Sound – The M’s&lt;br /&gt;We Are Not Who You Think You Are – Kunk&lt;br /&gt;Two Minutes – The Blows&lt;br /&gt;This Old Love – Lior&lt;br /&gt;Colors – Amos Lee&lt;br /&gt;In Love – The Beautiful Girls&lt;br /&gt;The Day We Caught The Train – Ocean Colour Scene&lt;br /&gt;Waterfall – The Stone Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a downer day.  It was dark and gloomy out for hours, until after the baseball game got cancelled, then the sun came out and made it all look pretty. Ughk, stupid bipolar Virginia weather.  They seriously need to fix it, even though it's not physically possible, but it would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;I passed out in macroeconomics today. I literally sat down in my lazy boy chair, pulled out my homework and passed out right when Spivey was checking the work. I didn't wake back up til after they finished checking it, then I was like, 'Okay, I guess I'll just go back to sleep..'. Uneventful. I was so tired, and I have no clue why. I think Becky walked in the class for a little, but I may have dreamt that.  I really need to step up my game in econ. Like not kidding. I have to at least get nothing lower than a B or else I'm screwed! So maybe this book report will be my ticket to a good grade. The book is actually good.  At first it was confusing, but now I'm following along. And it's so funny how Sam, in the book, is so much like Spivey, except for throwing around 20 dollar bills on his desk to attract us to pay attention. Now if he did that, I would definitely be more alert and better at economics.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also almost done with my art project.  Well, it's supposed to be finished by Friday, but yeah.  It looks wicked cool.  I need to figure out something else to put on there, to mod podge on.  I may look up stuff tonight and see what's out there. Even though Kennedy doesn't want us to use copywrited stuff, I still have to refer to it. I mean it's not like I'll get put to jail for using a design on my project in the middle of the effing woods. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;The senior class is starting to do their list of pranks.  I just love it how they don't involve me with anything just because I'm a post-grad.  Total bs. It makes me feel like a loner.&lt;br /&gt;Ughk, it's almost time for study hall. I so don't want to do homework even though, crap, I have econ and spanish homework. AH! and I have to record my video for my chapel talk, oh boy, I'm behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-6011790932858154257?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/6011790932858154257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=6011790932858154257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/6011790932858154257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/6011790932858154257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-is-finally-here-and-its-almost.html' title='Spring is finally here... and it&apos;s almost over.'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-335425683800288537</id><published>2009-03-15T19:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:36:53.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>So a week ago I started my Spring Break.  You know, I had a plan to go out the night I got back.  But unfortunately I got sick with the flu... I didn't even know that I had the flu until I went to the hospital 3 days later. Then I spent an entire week sick in bed, throwing up and having a fever of 103.  It sucked balls.  And I was supposed to get my wisdom teeth out last Thursday, but I couldn't go because I was sick, so now I have to get them taken out later this week. AHHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-335425683800288537?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/335425683800288537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=335425683800288537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/335425683800288537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/335425683800288537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-8050788826024110795</id><published>2009-03-03T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:21:24.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dark Star by Beck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;88 by The Cool Kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save Me Dear by Ghostface&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crazy by The Kooks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forever Lost by The Magic Numbers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nth Degree by Morningwood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Build A Bridge by The Redwalls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dirty Little Thing by Velvet Revolver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-8050788826024110795?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/8050788826024110795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=8050788826024110795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/8050788826024110795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/8050788826024110795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/03/playlist-1.html' title='Playlist # 1'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-6810679210238521599</id><published>2009-03-03T19:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:00:42.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING BREAK FEVER</title><content type='html'>Spirit week at my school is so lame.  There's NO school spirit running through my school to get people to dress up as twins, or in their pajamas (well maybe some people dressed up for this one only because we don't have to wake up til the first bell for class rings), or  looking "wacky-tacky", or cross dress (they have some sick ideas), or Miller Maverick Spirit Friday.  I mean seriously... who the fuck is going to dress up in school affiliated items representing our "superior" school (besides Jason of course).  I don't see a point in doing all of this.  I honestly don't think I am going to dress up at all.  It's a service day and it's Wednesday, so since I'm a "senior" I can wear jeans.. shit, all I have to do is pull on a tank top, then a sweatshirt and I'm dressed.  Easy as pie.&lt;br /&gt;Starting Friday afternoon I am on spring break for 2 weeks, but unfortunately I won't get home til Saturday at 4 in the afternoon.  But still, I'm excited!! Oh, and I'm also going to be a having a party! Whoop, whoop.  It's exclusive.. BYOB.. sort of thing.  And I  can't have to many people or my mom will freak.  At least I'm the cool angry drunk that cleans all the time. Yes, I admit that.&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen in love with this blog...&lt;br /&gt;http://www.iblogbetterthanyourmom.com/&lt;br /&gt;He is hilarious! I can't wait til he writes more! Okay, well I have to go study Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-6810679210238521599?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/6810679210238521599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=6810679210238521599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/6810679210238521599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/6810679210238521599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break-fever.html' title='SPRING BREAK FEVER'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-9096766952798849298</id><published>2009-02-27T09:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:23:44.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No investment in this one!</title><content type='html'>Oh, I forgot to mention that Richard broke up with me over Facebook for his crazy ex-girlfriend Laura, but now she told him she doesn't love him anymore.  Now he cam crawling back to me, but I'm not getting back with him.  What he did was hurtful.  Plus, I like someone else now :)&lt;br /&gt;I think I totally aced my Macroeconomics test.  The best part though is that I just studied this morning for 15 minutes!  I've been working on my photogenic memory skills with school work, and it's actually been going really well.  Hmm, I feel like today is going to be a good one.  Kind of laid back, chill, and fun.  There's supposed to be a ski trip going out tomorrow, but I don't want to go.  I'm not that good of a skier anyways.  I think I might catch up on my beauty rest and clean my room.  Yeah, oh and I have to call John tonight while he's shitfaced.  That reminds me, I have to learn how to pack a bowl for a hookah. Ouch, my back really hurts from standing last night for the longest time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-9096766952798849298?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/9096766952798849298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=9096766952798849298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/9096766952798849298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/9096766952798849298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-investment-in-this-one.html' title='No investment in this one!'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-2087385189532241288</id><published>2009-02-25T09:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:49:25.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So about last night's prose</title><content type='html'>I don't know where it came from. I just had this sudden urge to write that for some reason... the words were just coming from my head and I had to put it somewhere, luckily I had my iTouch next to me. Oh, and I figured out why it wouldn't let Facebook install into it. I had to update the whole freaking thing, but now it works!&lt;br /&gt;And, once again, I am doing nothing in creative writing, only because I am working off of my laptop and I left it in my room because I was running late to service for Ash Wednesday. Which BTW I went to church. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, I said and did it, I went to church. And now I have this gray ash smudge on my forehead that everyone keeps pointing at.&lt;br /&gt;I have to figure out my game plan for spring break because I have numerous things I have to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get my wisdom teeth removed - Which should be happening within the first few days I get back, meaning I can't do ANYTHING&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doctor appointment for an ultrasound to check my organs - This means I have to fast and not drink or do anything within 24 hours of me going to the doctor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be John's "slave" for a day - I hope this does not affect me shedding my clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Figure out if I'm going to Georgia for a few days or to the Bahamas - Paul is going to the Bahamas and wants me to go so we can surf and hang out.  If I do go to the Bahamas, then I need to bring a board.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There is more to list, but I can't think right now.  I have to study for a test for Spanish that I have to make up later today. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-2087385189532241288?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/2087385189532241288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=2087385189532241288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2087385189532241288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2087385189532241288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-about-last-nights-prose.html' title='So about last night&apos;s prose'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-6520167605745689228</id><published>2009-02-24T23:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:37:50.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with bears</title><content type='html'>Lying in bed&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of words unsaid&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in&lt;br /&gt;By the cold, stiff&lt;br /&gt;Air&lt;br /&gt;Trying to grasp thought into reality&lt;br /&gt;But getting nothing but humility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reckless shades of amber&lt;br /&gt;Come stir the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Within this empty head&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Clinging onto the railing&lt;br /&gt;I hope this conversation ends soon&lt;br /&gt;It hurts too much now&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Return to your mother&lt;br /&gt;For I cannot speak further&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-6520167605745689228?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/6520167605745689228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=6520167605745689228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/6520167605745689228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/6520167605745689228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/02/talking-with-bears.html' title='Talking with bears'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-6780958522291943781</id><published>2009-02-24T10:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:50:16.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For PostSecret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/SaQXKXWgvnI/AAAAAAAAACg/D8Wt8MX-GXQ/s1600-h/yesfosho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/SaQXKXWgvnI/AAAAAAAAACg/D8Wt8MX-GXQ/s400/yesfosho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306391727783853682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-6780958522291943781?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/6780958522291943781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=6780958522291943781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/6780958522291943781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/6780958522291943781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-postsecret.html' title='For PostSecret'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/SaQXKXWgvnI/AAAAAAAAACg/D8Wt8MX-GXQ/s72-c/yesfosho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-6027607434810564708</id><published>2009-02-23T09:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:47:48.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Rica House</title><content type='html'>Here's a picture of the Costa Rica house as of November 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/SaK2185Qg7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/H3hp0SHdzBA/s1600-h/downlo6ad.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/SaK2185Qg7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/H3hp0SHdzBA/s320/downlo6ad.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306004348991472562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-6027607434810564708?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/6027607434810564708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=6027607434810564708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/6027607434810564708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/6027607434810564708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/02/costa-rica-house.html' title='Costa Rica House'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/SaK2185Qg7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/H3hp0SHdzBA/s72-c/downlo6ad.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-1588564176581388092</id><published>2009-01-27T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:48:18.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day Part 2</title><content type='html'>Today was marvelous not having school.  4 day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH BITCHES.&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, and tomorrow we have a 2 hour delay in the morning, which means I get to sleep in until 8AM and not have class until like 9 or 9:45, I can't remember which time.&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I just hope I don't have B period tomorrow because if I do then I have to take a test.  I'm ready for it, kind of, I'm just iffy on the last half of the test.&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if the weather gets bad overnight, and the ice and snow is bad then they will close down the school.&lt;br /&gt;I found out tomorrow is a C day, so my schedule is:&lt;br /&gt;C - ART 2&lt;br /&gt;D - SPANISH 3&lt;br /&gt;T - CREATIVE WRITING&lt;br /&gt;G - STUDY HALL&lt;br /&gt;A - BIOLOGY 2&lt;br /&gt;B - ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;So I have Econ. last period, sweet, I get to study like all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss Richard. I want to talk to him so bad. I want to hear his voice.&lt;br /&gt;Richard if you're reading this, know this... when we were texting the other day, when I was watching that one TV show, ;) , you have no idea how I felt. MMMM!&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, :) and you always make me smile.  I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously this is getting me no where far from boredom.  I'm going to watch a movie or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo pup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-1588564176581388092?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/1588564176581388092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=1588564176581388092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1588564176581388092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1588564176581388092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day-part-2.html' title='Snow Day Part 2'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-4264652452358105811</id><published>2009-01-26T23:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:32:45.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay maybe I was thinking about the whole chill pill up the vagina part in my head while it was all going down.&lt;br /&gt;I over exaggerated on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I said it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-4264652452358105811?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/4264652452358105811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=4264652452358105811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4264652452358105811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4264652452358105811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-maybe-i-was-thinking-about-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-4253208285083111433</id><published>2009-01-26T22:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:30:26.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK FUCK FUCK</title><content type='html'>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK&lt;br /&gt;I JUST HAD MY PHONE TAKEN AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT MAN! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO NOT COOL.&lt;br /&gt;these bitches just came in my room and were like, wtf callie you got us all in trouble, now they're doing phone checks every night. i mean seriously. shove a chill pill up your vagina. and then mrs. tyler came in and was like what'd you say? then i got in trouble for saying that and then they were all like.. we were just kidding. god damnit.&lt;br /&gt;WORST NIGHT EVER OF THE NEW YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD IF YOU ARE READING THIS:&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how I'm feeling right now. I feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW MY ANKLES ARE HURTING FROM ICESKATING THE OTHER NIGHT. UGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST NEED TO SKYPE AND &lt;br /&gt;OH SHT&lt;br /&gt;OH SHITTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;MY ICHAT ISN'T WORKING.&lt;br /&gt;HOLY FUCK&lt;br /&gt;NEVERMIND IT WORKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have to study for my test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-4253208285083111433?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/4253208285083111433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=4253208285083111433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4253208285083111433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4253208285083111433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-fuck-fuck.html' title='FUCK FUCK FUCK'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-1487535363470212064</id><published>2009-01-26T14:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:14:02.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty exciting, eh?</title><content type='html'>So lately I have had very little inspiration for my CW paper that was due last month.  I have until the end of this week to finish it.  I only need 4 more pages.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no internet in the dorms.  It makes me so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to do. This place is so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I'm bored I write or draw, but I need a new scenery to do it.  I've been here for way too long.  I need to get out.  If only I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get the time, you should see the surf documentary called Shelter, and listen to the soundtrack, song # 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, what else. Nope nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks, 1 day since we've been dating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-1487535363470212064?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/1487535363470212064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=1487535363470212064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1487535363470212064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1487535363470212064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretty-exciting-eh.html' title='Pretty exciting, eh?'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-2701883729487911847</id><published>2009-01-26T10:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:41:57.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler Futrell</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxpeSt7nu64&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxpeSt7nu64&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Futrell is definitely someone I'm going to be following for a while.&lt;br /&gt;To me his voice sounds like a cross between J.R. Richards from Dishwalla and Bradley Nowell from Sublime.  Rare talent right there, or at least I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should definitely go look him up on youtube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-2701883729487911847?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/2701883729487911847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=2701883729487911847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2701883729487911847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2701883729487911847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/tyler-futrell.html' title='Tyler Futrell'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-7854211996358499669</id><published>2009-01-24T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:28:16.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating</title><content type='html'>So I'm out with my school ice skating right now. Well not literally, but yeah, I'm sitting inside with Michael Yoon. There are so many people out on this ice, its freaking ridiculous! At least every other second somebody falls from bumping into someone. Its horrible! Luckily, I haven't fallen yet :)&lt;br /&gt;Ah man, I have to pee. I'll hold it... The only reason why I stopped skating was because my left ankle started to hurt. Like I would go back out, but its too crowded for me. And I really wanted to go to Christians pizza, the dumpling store, and the sushi bar. Mother of pearl. Oh well... Michael left me so now I look like an idiot typing on a blackberry in the corner with a bunch of drinks and shoes. Oh well, I don't care. I hope we leave soon. I'm getting really tired. &lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for Richard to call me. Oh shit, I should probably call my dad real quick. Hold on a minute.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, talked with my dad and maggie for like almost 10 minutes. Now Joseph is done skating. He has these real bad blisters on his ankles and feet. Hahahaha, but I feel bad. Its so damn cold in this place! I wanna go back to my warm dorm room and sleep! I didn't go to sleep last night til like 6 or 7 this morning. I had way too much pepsi last night. Never again! Hahaha. Ugh, I need to call Richard and see how he is doing. I've barely talked to him today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-7854211996358499669?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/7854211996358499669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=7854211996358499669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/7854211996358499669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/7854211996358499669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-skating.html' title='Ice Skating'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-5972186936350270037</id><published>2009-01-21T12:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:01:11.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Notes to remember:&lt;br /&gt;Whateverlife.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to call my mom ASAP.  Dang, I just forgot the reason why I have to call.  Maybe I will remember later on today.  I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost time for service, bleh this is going to suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-5972186936350270037?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/5972186936350270037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=5972186936350270037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5972186936350270037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5972186936350270037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/notes-to-remember-whateverlife.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-4419716678143235678</id><published>2009-01-21T11:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:49:37.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So there are some entries I have saved on my computer that I need to put up here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-4419716678143235678?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/4419716678143235678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=4419716678143235678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4419716678143235678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4419716678143235678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-there-are-some-entries-i-have-saved.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-2014438011484198141</id><published>2009-01-21T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:48:11.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I talked to Mr. Price a little while ago about the things I told Mr. Wawner and Mr. Braxton.  Man, can Mr. Price talk!  At least I got to miss part of Biology 2, even though it’s a service day and the classes are shortened.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’m starting my hunger strike tomorrow.  I need to eat because I’m actually hungry…I’m not kidding, I need food.  If I don’t I think I might faint.&lt;br /&gt;I basically have all my homework done.  In Spanish we had to do this worksheet and I finished it in class.  Economics, we have no homework.  For Biology 2 I just finished a couple minutes ago at the beginning of econ.  Oh shit, I forgot I have to do a drawing for Art.  Fuck.  I don’t want to draw.  And I have to finish my CW paper.  Hmm, anything else I have to do?  Spanish, Art, Biology, CW, Econ… nope nothing else. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I need to submit my application to c of c soon.  Bleh, I have to talk to Mr. Mar about that shit.  I don’t want to.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing nothing in econ class because we were supposed to go to the computer lab, but KFC shut it down for the day, so we’re having a study hall.  I wonder what’s for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;So Casey P. says that I should leave.  Finally, someone that agrees with me!  I’m starting to think about it all though.  My decision to go back home isn’t me running away from my problems.  I just dealt with my problems this whole week!  I’ve met with Mr. Knepper, Mrs. Cason, Mr. Braxton, Mr. Wawner, Mrs. Casado, and Mr. Price.  It’s pretty ridiculous if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to have a job and get a money flow going into my own bank account.  Then I can prove to my dad that I can do what I put my mind to.  I usually do that anyways.  Okay, maybe sometimes I lose motivation, but that happens to everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;I’m so hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-2014438011484198141?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/2014438011484198141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=2014438011484198141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2014438011484198141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2014438011484198141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-talked-to-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-2859187565309954739</id><published>2009-01-21T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:47:12.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everybody keeps talking about me leaving this weekend.  I honestly don’t know, eh, never mind.  People think I’m running away from all these different things.  I don’t think I am.  I’m confronting my issues right now to tons of teachers and they are doing their best to work on punishment for the other kids.  &lt;br /&gt;Shit, something just reminded me of getting a USB.  My USB is still at home on my keychain.  My mom said that she was going to send me them the first week, but she hasn’t.  I really need it too because it has a lot of my schoolwork on it.  &lt;br /&gt;I’m really hungry, but I don’t want to eat, maybe I should.  But I’m not going to eat dinner.  I need to work on my paper for creative writing that was due last semester.  I’m almost finished with it, I just need a few more pages most likely like 3, or 4, but I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is watching Superbad and keeps laughing like crazy every once in a while.  He needs to be quieter or he will get in trouble since we are in the library.&lt;br /&gt;Mother of pearl, I am so tired.  Crap, and I have to talk to my mom and dad later today.  Shit man, this week has been really crappy.  So not cool.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I cried a lot last night.  Mostly because my dad really got me upset.  He doesn’t understand me.  I bet he thinks I’m a failure at most things.  Which is horrible to think because I am a really good person.  I’m kind, considerate, and respectable.  I wish he took notice in my art.  I would love for him to take time and look at it.  &lt;br /&gt;My eyes feel like they are burning. Ow, it really hurts.  It hurts to blink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-2859187565309954739?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/2859187565309954739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=2859187565309954739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2859187565309954739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2859187565309954739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/everybody-keeps-talking-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-2175192374616739825</id><published>2009-01-20T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:38:18.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate tour buses with a passion. Period. End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-2175192374616739825?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/2175192374616739825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=2175192374616739825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2175192374616739825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2175192374616739825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-tour-buses-with-passion.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-1976888812318228271</id><published>2009-01-20T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:50:54.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;I just finished God Shaped Hole.  &lt;br /&gt;All these damn books I read are so freaking powerful.  I was expecting death at the end, but I didn’t think I would cry.  I did cry.  I mean, I cried.  I don’t mind crying, it’s just that if I cry, I would like it to be in private so people wouldn’t bug me asking what’s the matter.  &lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I need to make a plan.  A plan for what I’m doing and what I’m going to do.  One thing for sure, is that finding happiness has to be number one.  I know that will always be number one, and I will scratch it off my plan.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I may have to note that after happiness, there is no specific order for the plan.&lt;br /&gt;Callie’s Plan&lt;br /&gt;1. Find happiness&lt;br /&gt;2. Re-locate living arrangements&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a part time job (preferably retail or salon, mostly Barnes &amp; Nobles)&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to school and major in Art History, minor in English&lt;br /&gt;5. Teach art to kids in spare time&lt;br /&gt;6. Join a fitness club&lt;br /&gt;7. Create my own bank account&lt;br /&gt;8. Start taking up photography&lt;br /&gt;9. Drug-free life&lt;br /&gt;10. Start collecting books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more time.&lt;br /&gt;Things just got worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-1976888812318228271?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/1976888812318228271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=1976888812318228271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1976888812318228271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1976888812318228271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-20-2009-i-just-finished-god.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-2452819404354803452</id><published>2009-01-18T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:49:53.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>So last night was pretty much my last straw for this school.  So I'm leaving next weekend to go home for good.  All I have to do this week, is finish my exams and talk to teachers. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;Dixy wants her laptop back, but I will get online later and write more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-2452819404354803452?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/2452819404354803452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=2452819404354803452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2452819404354803452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/2452819404354803452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-5061344965253827355</id><published>2009-01-14T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:15:45.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of me</title><content type='html'>So i learned a lot about my name today on an online numerology thing that analyzes names by vowels and consonants in it.  This is basically what it said in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Callie in Greek means "the most beautiful"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It can also mean in Gaelic, "from the forest"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My main characteristics are: expansiveness, visionary, adventure, and the constructive use of freedom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am good at presenting ideas and knowing how to approach people to get what I want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My popularity may lead me toward some form of amusement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am clever, analytical and a very quick thinker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My restless and impatient attitude may keep me from staying with any project for too long&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I "scatter myself and my energies"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tend to react strongly if you sense that my freedom of speech or action is being impaired or restricted in any way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a tendency to make the same mistakes over and over again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My desire in life is personal expression and generally enjoying life to its fullest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want an active social life and enjoy a large circle of friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to express my artistic or intellectual talents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My energy is friendly, outgoing, and always very social&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rarely discouraged; a good mental and emotional balance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very high creative and inspirational tendencies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can become too easygoing and too optimistic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non-stop talker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn't appreciate having faults pointed out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being the true idealist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I secretly believe there is more to life then we can know or prove, and I would like to be provider of the 'word' from on high&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was conceived December 25, 1988&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a virgo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was born in the Chinese year of the snake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am 19 years old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am 232 months old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am 1,008 weeks old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am 7,059 days old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I share the same birthday as Ken Kesey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My lucky day is Wednesday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My lucky number is 5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My lucky dates are 5th, 14th, and 23rd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birthstone is Sapphire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My birth tree is the Lime Tree, the Doubt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The moon's phase on the day I was born was waning gibbous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Accepts what lifes dishes out in a composed way, hates fighting, stress and labour, tends to laziness, soft and relenting, makes sacrifices for friends, many talents but not tenacious enough to make them blossom, often wailing and complaining, very jealous, loyal."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That basically describes everything about me :) Crazy, I know!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and only a 10 more minutes until break, so I can wash my face and put on a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day, besides dissecting a cow's eye. YUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-5061344965253827355?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/5061344965253827355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=5061344965253827355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5061344965253827355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5061344965253827355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/meaning-of-me.html' title='The meaning of me'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-6183635199047097614</id><published>2009-01-10T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:48:18.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend At Miller</title><content type='html'>So the weekends at Miller are quite boring, or as quoted by Dixy, "Shit."  I agree.&lt;br /&gt;They are shit. But hell, we have nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were so bored that Leslie, Dixy, Duo, and Ruta wrote on my body.  Dixy drew graffiti shit with those crappy, washable Crayola markers.  Duo drew a model using my huge, black sharpie.  It looked really cool.  Then Leslie wrote on my back "Insert Here" and had an arrow pointing down to my crotch area.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Barracks Road today... shopped around, got lunch at Panera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God damn, it's hot in the computer lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the song "I'm So Sick" stuck in my head. Bleh, so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really miss Richard.  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other random thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of my eye on my phone and like edited it so it looks really cool now. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/SWkziQBBxvI/AAAAAAAAABY/aEoQIEa1oco/s1600-h/IMG00099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/SWkziQBBxvI/AAAAAAAAABY/aEoQIEa1oco/s320/IMG00099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289815900831205106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-6183635199047097614?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/6183635199047097614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=6183635199047097614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/6183635199047097614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/6183635199047097614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-at-miller.html' title='Weekend At Miller'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/SWkziQBBxvI/AAAAAAAAABY/aEoQIEa1oco/s72-c/IMG00099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-4302659165278586511</id><published>2009-01-06T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:53:37.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stuff to cover:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mastered “the face”&lt;br /&gt;2. The Artful Lodger&lt;br /&gt;3. The Holy Fonz – Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;So in the book I just read, one of the main characters, Paul, had this description of Eliza that made her seem like a goddess.  This is when she tilts her chin down, and with her eyes looks up “into the sky”.   From the way he said it in the book, it made me feel like that face was so powerful.  And so today I practiced the face, and during Philosophy, I learned that I mastered the look.  I could tell because I tested it on Jesse.  I made sure he was watching.  As I slowly looked up at him, we locked eyes, and it was intense… so intense that I looked back down at my papers.  About a minute later, I looked back up to Mr. Neumeister, still making the face, and turned to Jesse and he was still staring at me.  That goes to show you that even the simplest trick with your eyes can mesmerize a person.&lt;br /&gt;The Artful Lodger is the store we visited for my Interior Design class.  It was one of the coolest stores that I have ever been in.  They had the coolest couch ever! PERIOD. Now this couch can come in either the size of a cot, twin, full, queen, or king.  Oh gah, I just left out an important thing about the couch… which is that it folds out into a bed, thus making the sizes like that.  And the best part is that it doesn’t have that God awful metal bar in the middle of it when you lay down and hurts your back like hell.  Whoever invented this couch has to be a genius.&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Fonz is an episode of Family Guy that we watched in Philosophy today.  To be honest, I don’t understand how that show is funny.  But whatever, so we watched it and it was … great now I lost my train of thought on what I was going to explain.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I keep playing the song To Be Alone With You by Sufjan Stevens over and over again, and keep thinking of Richard.  God this is going to be hard making a long distance relationship work.  I hope it works out.  I hope for the best.  I really like Richard.  &lt;br /&gt;So far since I have been back in Virginia, I have gotten about 30 hair comments.  How do I know this, because yesterday Rebecca, the new girl, had counted since my arrival, and I had 23. I’ll be keeping updates on how many I get everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Number of Hair Comments Today: 7&lt;br /&gt;Only a few more minutes until we have another dorm meeting.  I am so tired I just want to sleep.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-4302659165278586511?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/4302659165278586511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=4302659165278586511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4302659165278586511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4302659165278586511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/stuff-to-cover-1.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-590738381634911767</id><published>2009-01-04T11:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:52:45.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Week of January 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely mesmerized by this book I am reading.  It is just incredible, How to Kill a Rock Star by Tiffanie Debartolo.  Yeah, it’s just so in depth with music it’s insane in the membrane.  Thought I should tell you that.  Okay list of topics for entry, that eventually I will get around to explaining. (most of them are confusing or very indescribable)&lt;br /&gt;1. New Year’s resolutions (still have not figured out, will progress later)&lt;br /&gt;2. My new appreciation for music&lt;br /&gt;3. Richard, my new boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;4. School&lt;br /&gt;5. My hair&lt;br /&gt;6. How badly I want to be back in Charleston&lt;br /&gt;7. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;First line of business, the Internet at my school sucks balls.  They say that “It’d be up and running by tonight”, but it isn’t WORKING!  Whoa, déjà vu.  Okay yeah, Mr. Baker, the IT dude, is like up to his waist in work to keep the Internet alive and working.  But so far he is failing to do so.  What a pity.&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m journeying back to the book that I’m reading, which has completely changed my new love for music.  To me now, music is one of the rare beauties that you see on the earth that still makes sense.  It’s the only thing left for us to pull emotion and make people orgasm for more of it’s royal sexiness.  I hope that makes sense.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh something to add to my New Year’s resolutions… trying to keep up with this diary.  I’m hoping it won’t be a dunzo in a week.  &lt;br /&gt;Quickly… back to the book. The character Paul Hudson to me sounds like a God.  And I think that the person that is exactly like Paul is J.R. Richards, lead singer for the former band Dishwalla.  J.R.’s voice is a mixture between Frank Sinatra’s and an early Elvis Costello.  Beautiful, just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Looks up the lyrics to Believe by The Bravery.&lt;br /&gt;The song that J.R. sings the most beautiful is Angels or Devils, acoustically.  But if you want a lyric genius, you should look up the lead singer to Bright Eyes.  Unfortunately, I cannot recall his name. Bummer.  Oh well, back to the point. The man’s words are so deep it can make any person fall to pieces.  &lt;br /&gt;Another song to point out is Hey, Hey by Dispatch.  &lt;br /&gt;Say what you want, say what you mean, &lt;br /&gt;Question yourself are you really what you seem, &lt;br /&gt;Say who you are, say what you mean, &lt;br /&gt;Question yourself are you really what you dream&lt;br /&gt;It’s inspiring.  Every time I listen to it I get chills down my spine, and then my vision sends me into an orbit of colors on the back of my eyelids.  This happens a lot when I listen to songs that have a mood changing affect on me.  The colors that coincide with this song is mainly a deep magenta-purple and a navy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-590738381634911767?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/590738381634911767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=590738381634911767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/590738381634911767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/590738381634911767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-of-january-4-2009-i-am-completely.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-5004674775641384105</id><published>2008-12-14T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:58:48.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak Much?</title><content type='html'>So far I have failed at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studying for Economics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decorating a Christmas tree&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Applying make-up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keeping my sweat pants up on my waist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making ornaments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating food properly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="query" class="query"&gt;Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And that is all today. Yeah, I know.  I'm a freak.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm waiting on Molly to come over so we can go to Madelyn's around 9:30ish.  I think we are decorating her tree.  Even though, I really don't want to.  I just need food.  Since I haven't eaten since freaking 10AM. You try eating an omellette with a spatula.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and my cold is getting worse.  My head is pounding and my nose is all runny and I cough like no other.  It sucks being sick, even though I'm doing stuff I shouldn't do while I'm sick.  Hm, maybe I should stop doing things and just rest until I'm better.  I think I might do that.  And hopefully Norni won't die in the same house as me while I'm asleep.  Just the thought of it makes me cringe.  AH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-5004674775641384105?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/5004674775641384105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=5004674775641384105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5004674775641384105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/5004674775641384105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2008/12/freak-much.html' title='Freak Much?'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-1371098401951611137</id><published>2008-12-14T19:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:44:45.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wr8y9BVP2e0&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wr8y9BVP2e0&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-1371098401951611137?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/1371098401951611137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=1371098401951611137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1371098401951611137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1371098401951611137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-1972507503486457198</id><published>2008-12-13T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:17:41.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting in the airport waiting on Holly's flight to come in. The flight was delayed for about an hour so Holly was kinda mad, but oh well. And my dad wants us to come by the Surf Bar to see Shannon and Caz and say hey. Oh! It's Caz's birthday by the way, which I found out this morning in a text from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a text from Holly and she just landed so she will be here any second!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-1972507503486457198?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/1972507503486457198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=1972507503486457198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1972507503486457198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1972507503486457198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-im-sitting-in-airport-waiting-on.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-9134826151597698266</id><published>2008-12-09T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:07:32.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in drama class and I have nothing to do. Thankfully I have my blackberry, to get on the internet and what not. &lt;br /&gt;I just gestured to the new guy Evan to come over, but Mike God kind of stole him.. If that makes sense. I really haven't had a full conversation with him, or even introduced myself formally. He seems like a decent, emo guy, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try again later.&lt;br /&gt;I leave tomorrow morning.. I can't wait!! Oh and I'm talking to you know who again on facebook. He makes me really happy for some reason :) see I told you!!&lt;br /&gt;Xxx for you Liam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-9134826151597698266?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/9134826151597698266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=9134826151597698266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/9134826151597698266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/9134826151597698266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-in-drama-class-and-i-have-nothing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-4625742194209416767</id><published>2008-12-09T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:55:54.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost my motivation today in Creative Writing and now I think my story is not going to turn out so well.  I'm thinking of starting over completely and writing something else "outside of my box".  Ah, and I'm starving, thank God lunch is next.  &lt;div&gt;Last night was kind of stressful having to deal with stuff on the phone with my mom only because I could feel her getting stressed out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, now I'm not feeling good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope Norni is hanging in there.  I want to see her so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting in the library is quite boring and tiresome.  Like last week, I slept through study hall the whole entire time and into lunchtime.  It was a nice long nap, but it would have been nice to eat something.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pain in my stomach went away, I guess I'm just really hungry and need something to eat and distracted myself by typing. Ohhh, the scent of my perfume is ah-mazing!  With Love by Hillary Duff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to "Elf Myself", but it's not working!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 more minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got everything squared away with tomorrow.  Except I have to worry about finding a ride to the airport at 5:30 in the morning.  Mrs. Cason didn't look so happy when I told her that, and neither did Mrs. Tyler.  Whoops, it was the only time that I could choose really.  There were no afternoon flights home. Now I kinda feel bad, not really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Elf thing worked.  SO funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/assets/production/03/25/17/48/77cfox.png" width="460" height="345" alt="thumbnail!" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 100%; line-height: 1; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; width: 278px; height: 207px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 2px; border-right-width: 2px; border-bottom-width: 2px; border-left-width: 2px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(203, 203, 203); border-right-color: rgb(203, 203, 203); border-bottom-color: rgb(203, 203, 203); border-left-color: rgb(203, 203, 203); " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;It isn't exactly the  video, but it's a funny clip I think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;5 more minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;And the battery on my laptop is dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Aloha brah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-4625742194209416767?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/4625742194209416767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=4625742194209416767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4625742194209416767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4625742194209416767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-lost-my-motivation-today-in-creative.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-9070078961362297211</id><published>2008-12-08T20:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:37:15.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leaving Wednesday morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-9070078961362297211?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/9070078961362297211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=9070078961362297211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/9070078961362297211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/9070078961362297211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2008/12/leaving-wednesday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-1919932444653455290</id><published>2008-12-08T20:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:35:58.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charcoal Self Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/ST3LJuys2SI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7cmMy2dPT3g/s1600-h/Photo+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/ST3LJuys2SI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7cmMy2dPT3g/s320/Photo+281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277597706388035874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to put this picture online somewhere so people can see it because it is honestly all I have been talking about.  I love it so much!  My art teacher, Ms. Kennedy, took a picture of me during class 2 or 3 months ago and I think it took me about, eh, a month and a half to finish.  Every time I worked on it my right arm would turn black from so much smudging.&lt;div&gt;(Yes one of my favorite songs is playing on my iTunes! You're Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a really bad picture of it because I took it with my MacBook so it's actually backwards, but at least I have something up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know what you think!  If anyone actually reads my stuff... I highly doubt it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-1919932444653455290?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/1919932444653455290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=1919932444653455290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1919932444653455290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1919932444653455290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2008/12/charcoal-self-portrait.html' title='Charcoal Self Portrait'/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/ST3LJuys2SI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7cmMy2dPT3g/s72-c/Photo+281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-1453705698156396489</id><published>2008-12-08T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:28:01.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A couple more notes to add:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm starting to love my name, Callie. Even though I want my middle name to be my name, Claire. I think it fits me better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Silvertide is a very good band and I wish I could find their EP Demo, because it has some marvelous songs on it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to pack for home, mainly I need to wash clothes, but I can do that when I get home.  Maybe I can bring back my Jimi Hendrix Poster?  There may be a possibility, but I highly doubt it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to be 20 next September. (HOLY SHIT!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can NOT dance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-1453705698156396489?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/1453705698156396489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=1453705698156396489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1453705698156396489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/1453705698156396489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2008/12/couple-more-notes-to-add-im-starting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-4419912381840871872</id><published>2008-12-08T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:17:00.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very slow afternoon.. I want to be home ASAP. Don't get me wrong, I love my school dearly, in the academic way, but I think it's time I go home for a good while and set things straight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see, my one highlight of the day that I enjoyed the most: Talking to Liam on Facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't talked to him in such a long time, and now we are talking again, and I love it. :)  See, he makes me use smileys a lot! It's addicting!  Most importantly, is sharing a bed!!  Such a good idea I think.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh an today I stumbled upon a really old photo of me before my very first prom! Just a warning, it is like 4 or even 5 years old so my hair is quite short, but wasn't as short as it is in the picture.  I honestly thought about cutting my hair short again, but decided not to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/ST3GqxZ3OkI/AAAAAAAAAAo/R1QkTUZlKOM/s320/copy+of+first+prom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277592776466709058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-4419912381840871872?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4419912381840871872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/4419912381840871872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2008/12/very-slow-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/ST3GqxZ3OkI/AAAAAAAAAAo/R1QkTUZlKOM/s72-c/copy+of+first+prom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-35108088349347326</id><published>2008-12-08T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:23:23.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I think I am going to leave by Wednesday at the latest and tonight at the earliest.  I have the option of taking my exams at home or when I get back from break.  I think I may take them at home toward the end of break.  Now all I have to do is get a hold of my mom sometime soon and book a plane ticket home.  Pray for Norni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-35108088349347326?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/35108088349347326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=35108088349347326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/35108088349347326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/35108088349347326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-think-i-am-going-to-leave-by.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-8693111349320575334</id><published>2008-12-07T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:04:28.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, and I didn't mention that I got my haircut Friday night! It looks quite marvelous!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-8693111349320575334?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/8693111349320575334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=8693111349320575334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/8693111349320575334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/8693111349320575334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-and-i-didnt-mention-that-i-got-my.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620562310564711975.post-8247761736133061090</id><published>2008-12-07T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:03:20.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was better, except my cold didn't ease up on me.  Now my nose is stopped up and I cannot breathe.  I was hoping to play Monopoly again with Dixy, Ray, and Zach, but I totally forgot that Nikko's birthday party was at 3.  Her dad made a lot of food for not so many people.  It was really good Korean food.  Of course, there was some sort of drama going on and that was between her and Chandrew.  We tried to get people to dance, of course I looked like a fool dancing but whatever, and get hyped up, but everyone was a dud. SO NOT COOL. I started to dance more and more.  Things died down so me and Dixy left at 5:30.  Dinner sucked. Now it's study hall and I have not studied for my Economics test for tomorrow.  I might fail since there are only four questions on the test, so cross your fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5620562310564711975-8247761736133061090?l=callieo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/feeds/8247761736133061090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5620562310564711975&amp;postID=8247761736133061090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/8247761736133061090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5620562310564711975/posts/default/8247761736133061090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callieo.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-better-except-my-cold-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>CALLIE OH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09122367647271653289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QxdGsJLA3gU/Syl6HaDiSeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZsKb2KVqKIk/S220/jjjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
