<?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-18055134</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:15:27.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In my Head</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-114460698876178862</id><published>2006-04-09T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T14:33:55.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/blowup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/blowup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hello there, fellow readers. I realize that I have fallen off the face of the earth for the past oh...4 months. School and work have had me more than busy and now that i have a couple minutes that I usually don't have, I thought i'd get this thing going again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to think of a word or sentence or something that would sum up the past 4 months..but nothing comes to mind. This concerns me, and makes me feel like I'm riding through my last days in undergrad without stopping and looking around once in while.&lt;br /&gt;So a few cool things that have happened in the past couple months: I found out im going to Israel for a week on may 7; I have not been thinking about jerkface aaaas much, but still relatively much. I became a delivery driver at pita pit and am making mad money. I went home for spring break, hung out with kay-always good times, drove up to kansas state University to visit my high school crush and ran into a ton of people i haven't seen in 4 years. --also fun. I guess I forgot what Kansans are really like cause I was shocked to hear so many people say "Y'all"...wtf. Maybe I'm making the switch..after being here for four years, since several people told me I blurted out a couple words that screamed a northeastern accent (i.e. bax instead of box).&lt;br /&gt;So no guy prospects...a few here and there, but they all turn out to be assholes--its inevitable. I think it might just be the miami guy inevitable asshole syndrome. It runs rampant around here.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else. My computer has hit the fan... I guess it has reason to, since i've had it turned on almost 24/7 for the past four years. I don't know why I should expect more out of it, thats a lot to ask for. It only turns on if its in a certain position, and if i move it physically ...like a millimeter...it shuts off. Rooooaarr! So i'm trying to make it to the end of the year without the thing blowing up into shards on me. I have a lot of saved work...and music on here. I guess I should figure out how to backup my computer...i'll get on that.&lt;br /&gt;Summer06: ugh. the first session is going to kick me in the ass. T/thurs class from 10a-10p...fuck. that looks a lot worse written down. That's not even counting my mw classes. I still need to find a place to live...hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Alright well I need to get to my capstone weekly meeting --consuming my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-114460698876178862?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/114460698876178862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=114460698876178862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/114460698876178862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/114460698876178862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-in-saddle-again.html' title='Back in the Saddle again...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113281544158944528</id><published>2005-11-24T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T01:57:21.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/boarding_pass_LA_Lihue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/boarding_pass_LA_Lihue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been home now for a good 48 hours. Nothing too eventful since I'm carless. Hasn't been that bad though. I sleep til 1...watch tv...eat...hang out. its great!&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, back to ohio.... so I was busting my ass, as usual to get my stuff together and pick up that kid from the ride board. We were going up to Dayton. Interesting kid...to say the least... Anyways so i didn't have time to dry my clothes. I had a bag full of wet shirts and stuff in my car. After I dropped the kid off at the terminal I went to the long term parking and put my heat on full blast. Voila... a portable dryer. All my clothes were draped across the vents so i wouldn't have to schlep wet clothes 800 miles across the US. I had a lot of time before my plane so i was looking at books and found this sweet deal... buy the book, retun it within a month and get half your money back. Ok, so I thought it was a good deal. 2 hours later, I look down into my laptop case where all my stuff is...no book. : (. I was so pissed. No idea where it went, i guess it fell out. So as soon as i got home i ordered it on amazon. the one chapter that i DID read before i lost it was excellent!! So definitely worth chasing after. Oh and on the plane I was one row in front of my high school cross country coach. Aww. He was with his little protege, who had just became an all american in the national cross country meet in Indiana. Lucky girl. So that was random...I actually saw 2 people in the Dallas airport that i knew. weird.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to a WSU basketball game with the rents yesterday, that was fun. We killed these texas pan am'ers. 90-55 or something. I can't wait til miami plays WSU on dec. 20th. Still haven't decided who i'd root for. maybe i'll wear both colors. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Kay..javier...and ryan last night. Ate at old chicago. Ugh i ate so much last night! that was my 3rd dinner. Lots of laughs, good times, once again. Things are always changin everytime I come home, but the one thing that never changes is my kay kay! She's always here!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok well I'm gonna post this so I can go to bed and stuff...gotta pick the bro up at noon, so early!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later chinchilla's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yours truly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113281544158944528?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113281544158944528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113281544158944528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113281544158944528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113281544158944528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113255604307924752</id><published>2005-11-21T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T01:54:03.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're not in Kansas anymore.... or are we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/dorothy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/dorothy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like I'm headin' home tomorrow. Can't wait, so sick of this place. I'm takin' some random dude from the ride board with me to the airport so that should be interesting. Hope he's normal.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo what else..hmm..I worked today, as usual. They let me go about 2 hours early so that was cool since I was still a little tired. Oh and I was late again too, man i suck at life. So hmm..didn't do much last night after the mall, just went to bed...from about 8pm-1pm....then i was awake til 6. my brains messed up so my goal over thanksgiving break is to reset my internal clock for the last 2...3? weeks of school.&lt;br /&gt;Alright I have MUCH to do before I leave at about 1pm. So I need to sleeeeep. And I will leave you with this verse from the song 'in the shadow' by the rasmus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching, I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows for my time&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching, I've been living&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrows all my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my next posting from the True Midwest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113255604307924752?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113255604307924752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113255604307924752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113255604307924752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113255604307924752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/were-not-in-kansas-anymore-or-are-we.html' title='We&apos;re not in Kansas anymore.... or are we?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113245073334019796</id><published>2005-11-19T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T20:38:53.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Content</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/pearl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/pearl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just got b ack from the mall with sac and nikki. I had a hayday at Claires..cheap but sweeeet looking jewelry. I got earrings and a pearl necklace. Trust me, not all pearls are for 60 year old women...these look goood. The earrings though...the earrings...i got back home and realized that they're clip-ons?! Roarr!!! That is right up there with a clip on tie....yeeeeahh. And Sac bought a years worth of cologne ...nikki got an auntie em's pretzel. Yay! So we were all satisfied. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;Then we came back to Oxford and guess where we ate? Taco Bell..surprised? me neither. Ew i'm starting to get really sick of that place. I like refried beans, but I can only go so long eating them daily.&lt;br /&gt;So work last night was Okay. I was pretty tired, didn't nap during the day and I got about 5 hours of sleep the night before. The bitch worked again. I swear if i ever quit that job it will be because of her and/or because I won't be in Oxford for the rest of my life..lets hope.&lt;br /&gt;I like how I'm saying everything in reverse order...makes you think ; ). Before work I was out with saul. We went to Balcony so I could kick his ass at pool..errr, he kicked mine this time... and then we went to the hockey game which was..ehh..okay. I'm not as interested in hockey as I used to be. I think it's cause I didn't go out much sophomore year so the highlight of my night would be a hockey game. No so much anymore. I was sooo tired by that time so I took a 'shot' of caffeine and went to work.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else, oh..i'm sure you care, but im pissed cause my CD player in my car is once again giving me problems...it worked for a week after they replaced the whole thing, and now it's doing the same crap as before. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so heres the deal on winter break. No Seattle...no israel cause my mom will bitch about the plane ticket...thinkin about flying with sac to LA for a week, then back to cinci....then drive home for the last two weeks. Meh..i don't know. this winter break planning shiznit is giving me a headache, and my mom isn't making it any better by nudging me to make a decision. Maybe I should just save my free plane ticket for Spring Break? ...hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Well I went to bed at 6am yesterday after work, and woke up at 3...heh. Now its 8:30 and I could definitely go to sleep. No plans for tonight...I think I will pop in a DVD...The Terminal sounds good. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113245073334019796?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113245073334019796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113245073334019796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113245073334019796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113245073334019796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/content.html' title='Content'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113226332043815639</id><published>2005-11-17T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T05:01:48.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keep swimming, keep swimming, keep swimming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to stay afloat as the semester is coming to a close. I've kind of slacked off the past 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...OK SO I JUST HAD A HUGE ARGUMENT WITH MY MOM ON THE PHONE!! GOD DAMMIT!!She complains that the plane ticket it 1500 dollars, so I tell her not to buy it, and she does anyways. Now she's going to bitch when i'm there that the ticket was 1500. #$@@#   (ok so i'm coming back and editing this paragraph...apparently my mom had problems buying the ticket with her foreign credit card so now she's rethinking it and I don't think I'll be going. Looks like Seattle then!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I worked last night, and that was by far one of the most fun shifts I've ever worked. Funny how being harassed all night was amazingly funny and fun. I had a strip of chicken chucked at my face at over 30 mph... onions placed in my diet coke...sick... and lots of people I knew came to visit. I work tonight too so that should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Class in half an hour..then a glorious 3.5 hour nap. Hmm what else...that seems to be consuming my life...work..and work. Oh well, I make money while having fun, can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;Alright so theme of the next 4 weeks....KEEP SWIMMING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113226332043815639?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113226332043815639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113226332043815639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113226332043815639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113226332043815639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-keep-swimming-keep-swimming-keep.html' title='Just keep swimming, keep swimming, keep swimming...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113219652033210595</id><published>2005-11-16T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T22:02:00.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Taco Bell wasn't the best idea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/airplane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/airplane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...sac and I went to taco bell again today. I had ice cream from udf before that. I don't feel very well right now...i just feel queasy...that never happens to me. weird. I better lay off on all the crap food since I'm going home in less than a week. My dad might not recognize me when I get off the plane.&lt;br /&gt;I work tonight, so naturally, I slept several hours today so I won't be dead tired at my 8am class. I'm really starting to relate to the nocturnal species. It has become my a regular routine for me.&lt;br /&gt;So it's really effing cold outside. ...ridiculously cold. Weird cause it was 67 degrees yesterday and now it's snowing. I think i got frostburn during my brutal minute and a half walk from King to my car.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I, along with many others have noticed that my posts keep getting shorter and shorter. I blame my IMS classes. I spend almost every night at the computer lab trying to figure out these stupid flash animation assignments. Tonight I was there for almost an hour and a half and didn't really accomplish anything. I couldn't figure out to make the friggin' airplane make my initials and leave clouds of smoke behind them. Rooarr!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else...still not sure what I'm doing over winter break. I could go to Israel, home, Seattle to be with my brother and sister...i just dont know. Plane tickets are too expensive and I don't want to ask anyone for money, thus I should just go home, as much as the though of it disgusts me. Maybe I'll just stay in Oxford? meh..that would be lonely! I just know I will eat like a COW if i go to israel and that's the last thing I need. So...suggestions..anyone, anyone?...bueller?...&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think i'm gonna watch tv for the remainder of my night before work. Nuttin' else to do. Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-natalieb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113219652033210595?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113219652033210595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113219652033210595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113219652033210595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113219652033210595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/maybe-taco-bell-wasnt-best-idea.html' title='Maybe Taco Bell wasn&apos;t the best idea...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113215574795203564</id><published>2005-11-16T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:42:27.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"How's my blog"   --responses</title><content type='html'>Whiskeyjack79: any chance that you have less to bitch about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Thanks Dave : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113215574795203564?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113215574795203564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113215574795203564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113215574795203564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113215574795203564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/hows-my-blog-responses.html' title='&quot;How&apos;s my blog&quot;   --responses'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113212710803427192</id><published>2005-11-16T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:37:52.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That was fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/sleep.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/sleep.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/sleep.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/sleep.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll make this short, just thought i'd drop in and say hi. I just watched about 10 episodes of sex and the city with nikki and stacy. So fun! We went to wal mart before and bought a bunch of snacks n stuff. I was originally supposed to go to the football game, but a certain someone left me hangin'. haha- it's okay, i still love you ; ). So that's been the bulk of the past 24 hours... Fell asleep for wayyyy to long. I think it was my body's way of telling me that it can't handle these 3-5 hour naps ever 6 hours, instead of a full night of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Wow I need to stop being a putz and finish the rest of the semester..i've been slacking off times 10 and it's really not cool. So I guess i'll go now...class in 4 hours. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113212710803427192?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113212710803427192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113212710803427192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113212710803427192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113212710803427192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/that-was-fun.html' title='That was fun!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113192352906470266</id><published>2005-11-13T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T23:05:24.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/complab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/complab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there. It's been a couple days since I've posted. I think I've worked a total of 19 hours in the past 3 days. Not because they made me, but I volunteered--I worked 5p-5a. So no need to feel bad for me ; ), ha. Some very very generous (probably drunk) person left a $20 dollar bill in the tip jar on friday night. So that was pretty sweet, went home with $15 in tips. Then Saturday night some girl passed out in the bathroom of pita pit...we had to call the paramedics and they rolled in the stretcher and everything. Stupid girl, she won't even remember her 21st birthday, she'll wake up in the hospital and be like...what the hell happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just sitting here, waiting for this stupid web site to upload for my HTML class. Just my luck, the M drive is down so I have no idea wtf i'm gonna do. I'm lost as it is, so that doesn't help. Alright, I have to get out of this lab. #%#$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-frustrated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113192352906470266?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113192352906470266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113192352906470266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113192352906470266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113192352906470266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated.'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113167802992156091</id><published>2005-11-10T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:00:29.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/happybirthdaynikki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/happybirthdaynikki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...that is how fast the last 4 days have gone by. I think I've done more in the past few days than I have all semester..and the amount of sleep i've had in the last 3 days could equate to 1 full night of glorious sleep from any other day of the semester. All this work really came out of no where. 80% of it is done, now I need to finish my jrn202 project due tomorrow. ugh! I really want to go out for nikki's birthday so I better make this quick so I can finish the stupid thing. So..basically I've had very little sleep and it will all be over on saturday at about 5am...when I will sleep for a nice wholesome 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;...well that was interesting. i was just captured by jason and nikki for a kroger run... It's about 10 and I'm thinking I should write a little more for my project before i let myself go! I can't really think of much that's happened since I last wrote except over studyage and ...over studyage.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow after I turn in my jrn assignment I'm heading to fairfield to get my cd player fixed. ...missing class to do that, that's dedication ; ).. I just had a test in ecology anyways so i doubt i'll be the only one missing it. by the way that test was a bitch. I bet if I would have studied more it would have been a little less of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;So my 8am's have started, as i have said...not to mention that i've made it to every one of em on time or a lil early! i rock. I haven't really changed the time I go to bed so that means I've been sleeping in the afternoon/early evening for several hours on end. ahhh those are the best naps. But for serious I need to get ready to celebrate and then prepare for another crazy day of being tired! Hopefully I can get my nap in before my closing shift tomorrow at pita pit. As for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113167802992156091?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113167802992156091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113167802992156091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113167802992156091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113167802992156091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.html' title='Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113150457598515630</id><published>2005-11-08T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T01:54:59.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecology exam in T-minus 11 hours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1:53a.m ....Looks like it's gonna be a lonnnnng night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/tired.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/tired.1.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/tired.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113150457598515630?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113150457598515630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113150457598515630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113150457598515630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113150457598515630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/ecology-exam-in-t-minus-11-hours.html' title='Ecology exam in T-minus 11 hours...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113143118595093403</id><published>2005-11-08T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:39:43.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/procr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/procr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/sleep1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn me for not doing any work this evening! I got off work early and was excited cause I'd have more time to study for my ecology test on Wednesday. So I really haven't done anything productive since I've been home except watch the Patriots/Colts game. How sad, the patriots lost!! Normally I go for the underdogs but this year I'm all about the Patriots and a 3rd straight superbowl win. If not the patriots, i'd like to see the Steelers take it away this season!&lt;br /&gt;So lets see, I went to class this morning...bright and early at 8:30. This was the class that I forgot to go to last week on the first day...but luckily, the prof wasn't even there!! haha. Soo that was good or I wouldve been completely lost today. Pretty interesting. I'll be learning to make web pages, which is good cause I think I should know how to do that at this point in college.&lt;br /&gt;After that class I came back and had an urge to do work...and i did.. I got a lot done in 2 hours. Worked on stuff for both my journalism classes. I had originally planned to crash for a few hours after my 8am class but I guess adrenaline kicked in. Then I went to journalism and ecology. Kind of fell asleep in ecology. I put my head down cause i got very little sleep last night. We were let out of class about 15 minutes into it, so that was cool. I went home and slept for 2 hours then went to the pit. I have been noticing this funky smell lurking around me that I'm convinced is from the pita pit. It smells like...garlic and...produce. If you can imagine that ; ). I worked 5-8:30 instead of 5-11 cause they didn't need me. Yayy! If I only used my time productively that would have been cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...15 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I really can't get anything done tonight, not even my blog entry! I'm spacing out and getting distracted by Conan. I guess I'll try to go to bed early tonight since I was so tired today in class. I said that last night when I wrote my entry (12am) and I ended up going to bed at 4. Oops. Alright, time to pop a sleeping pill or 3 and call it a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and...Happy Birthday to my roommate Ashley...she's 22!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113143118595093403?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113143118595093403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113143118595093403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113143118595093403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113143118595093403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/damn-me.html' title='Damn Me!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113134729619873295</id><published>2005-11-07T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T02:34:41.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/just%20seth.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/just%20seth.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/white%20coat%20030.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/just%20seth.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man of my dreams....hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinchills&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113134729619873295?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113134729619873295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113134729619873295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113134729619873295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113134729619873295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/man-of-my-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113134245000618641</id><published>2005-11-07T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:53:01.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/cuttingcreditcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/cuttingcreditcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a cold-blooded case of homicide..i cut up my credit card! After a long conversation on the phone with my brother, he convinced me. We're so much alike it's almost creepy. We have the same handwriting, same legs, same issues with irresponsibility, etc. He told me that my financial situation is very similar to his when he was my age. Basically he motivated me to cut up my credit card and formulate some kind of plan to pay off my small, but potentially disastrous debt. And finally, I'm attempting to do it without the help of my dad. I'm not asking for a penny, and I'm proud of myself for that! I talked to my brother for almost 45 minutes!! Pretty much vented about my recent frustrations and was happy to hear his advice and opinion. My brother...is Awesome! If only I was a lil closer to my sister... we're just so different, polar opposites!!&lt;br /&gt;I also worked today. Ha, what's new!? I worked 6 hour days the last 4 days and will be doing the same tomorrow..5-11p. Work was kind of annoying today. There were way too many anal people scheduled and it drove me crazy. For one thing, falafel should NOT be smashed into tiny little pieces, it should remain in ball formation, dumbasses. I don't care how long you've worked there, you're wrong! So i made a good 5 bucks in tips today. That's about 25 total in tips for the weekend. Not bad, looks like I made up for spending 30 bucks at the charity meat market.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just sittin here, waiting for my laundry to get done. ...12:35am. I have an 8:30 class so I"ll probably try to sleep soon, even though I slept a good 2 hours earlier in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gone to the rec in several days, should probably get on that.. doesn't look promising though til Wednesday cause I have an ecology test that day, and will likely be studying for it on Monday and Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Alright I doubt I'll get any studying done tonight so I'll probably go to bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113134245000618641?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113134245000618641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113134245000618641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113134245000618641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113134245000618641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/homicide.html' title='Homicide'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113125207180052730</id><published>2005-11-05T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:47:10.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm running out of titles....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/parallel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/parallel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from work. such a long day! I made 10 bucks in tips though. Swwweeet! This other girl I work with finally told the big guy that one of the shift managers working is a first class bitch! haha. no joke, she orders people around...no please...nothing. She never smiles, she doesn't answer back if someone asks her a question...she actually makes people pay almost a dollar more for a little extra cheese. So finally someone said something, she really is a bitter woman!! Guess that's what happens when you have a kid! Saul came to visit me at work and his bro came along. Too busy to chat but it was nice of him to stop in. Either sac or saul come to visit on almost every shift I've worked the past several weeks. Awww. : )&lt;br /&gt;I went to the football game earlier. That was fun, though for some reason I was tired. I got almost 10 hours of sleep ...I think it may have been too much cause I was tired through the whole game! Rooar! Buffalo got their asses handed to them. Sac and I had a good time. This poor man...he was walking down the bleachers and fell. UGH..that's the worst, to see an old man fall or struggle. That really kills me...not really sure why. Oh and before the game I was looking for a parking spot...finally found one, tiny as hell... I made it in within 3 minutes and about 2 cars and a guy walking stopped to compliment me on my parallel parking skillz. Damn! ...i'm good : ). I think I had about a slice of turkey of space in front of and behind my car.&lt;br /&gt;So usually I have something to say about the night before...but last night...I just went to bed. I couldn't sleep but was sooooo exhausted. I think I layed there for at least 2 hours. .. just have a lot on my mind. Stressed..and it's not even school related. Just personal relationships and finances I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to go out tonight, I'm just so tiired. been standin' all day! Oh yeah and last night was salsa night at Hole in the wall. I've been wanting to introduce sac and saul to eachother for the longest time since I hang out with them 24/7. ..just haven't had the chance. So ironically they ran into eachother last night at hole...and I wasn't even there.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley's (roommate) parents were here tonight--too bad I wasn't here for the festivities.. it was fun playing catch phrase last time they were here. Such suspense!!! So maybe i'll have a peesa cake! Weee! Alright enough for now! catch ya on the flip ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MASTER of Parallel Parking!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113125207180052730?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113125207180052730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113125207180052730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113125207180052730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113125207180052730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-running-out-of-titles.html' title='I&apos;m running out of titles....'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113115788581052147</id><published>2005-11-04T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:50:41.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from the pit. He let me go 2 hours early. It was nice this time cause I'm kind of tired but any other time I hate when he does that cause i need money!!! I picked up a shift tomorrow and i work sunday too. yay big bucks. haha hardly, but it's somethin!! Glad I'm working a lot this weekend cause it's parents weekend and they definitely tend to tip more!&lt;br /&gt;So last night was pretty fun. Went to taco belll..AGAIN...with sac. I believe this was the 4th day in a row. ha! Then I went to the jewish 'meat' market. jews being auctioned off... I bought 2 of them cause i felt bad the bid wasn't going very high. Spent 30 bucks total. Oopsy!! but it's going for a good cause so...that makes me feel better. I also played pool before the auction. I played like a sharkie!!! Everyone was watchin'!! that was pretty fun. Sac and I had a good time. So then I met up with a guy friend of mine and had a good time with him...we went to starbucks and chatted : ).&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else is new. My last blog pretty much let out a can of worms. Oh well, even though it's better to confront people, I like to see my thoughts on paper. Plus I think expressing my feelings on here is a better way to work towards solving the problem than defacebooking/blocking them. ha. That's so badass.&lt;br /&gt;So tonight...tonight tonight tonight! I'm still kind of tired but I'm definitely going out. Hopefully a certain someone will call...that would be cool. Otherwise not much else in my neck of the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-natalieb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113115788581052147?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113115788581052147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113115788581052147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113115788581052147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113115788581052147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/tiired.html' title='Tiired!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113104439996060737</id><published>2005-11-03T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:57:07.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roooaarrrr!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/anger.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/anger.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how my last post is titled "just another manic tuesday"...good thing it was WEDNESDAY!! Hmm...So the last 15 hours or so have pushed me to the edge. I'd just like to say that i &lt;em&gt;can't stand &lt;/em&gt;nosy people!! I don't get in your business, so DON'T get in mine!!! When people ask you who pays for your car, how much it costs, asks who pays for your college, tells you where your money should go and says "wow you only make X amount per hour at the pita pit? that's nothing, I guess I'm just used to making way more this summer" ... how RUDE!&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, I don't even care if you read this, I hope you read it and realize how effing nosy you are and that it annoys the hell out of me. I'm on the brink of wanting to live somewhere else next semester and it's things like THIS that are making me want to move even more. I've been offered a place where I would have my own room and bathroom and it would be cheaper than where i am now, without the unecessary stress. That just might have to happen if this shit continues, I'm pretty angry.&lt;br /&gt;All that aside, I started my 8am class today. It wasn't bad at all. It's a web animation class where I make my own pictures/flash movies and stuff. Today I had to make this southpark replica with the flash tools. I was a little frustrated but i'm sure with practice i'll be fine. It was actually pretty relaxing--kind of like doodling on paint or something, just messing around with the different tools, drawing cool pictures. So that was fun. She basically said if you show up and turn something in--doesn't even have to be stellar, then you'd pass..and that's a relief.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm sittin' here. I have class in 4 hours or so..then I think i'll hit the rec. Thennn maybe out tonight? Friday's the day that I don't have 8am's so tonight will be a great opportunity to get my drink on!--meet new ppl, get out of the apt.&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 oclock and I have been awake for over 7 hours!? That hasn't happened in a lonnng time, I didn't mind it so much though. It's nice cause I can drive my car to King and just park right there where the meters are. I hate waiting for buses...I'd rather run home then sit there and wait for 15 minutes. Yes, I'm very impatient. That's right up there with walking behind slow people, especially when they're clogging the hallway/sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;Well I just had lunch at Jimmy John's with Saul -dropped him off at class and now it's time to make some phonecalls. To whom you ask? ...I guess you'll never know. and just fyi..i'm really curious as to who read this--i really have no idea, maybe no one? I only know of one creepy stalker but that's a long story. Feel free to comment cause i'd love to hear from you, but i really hate those spam comments..i.e. I loved your blog, I know of a great way to earn fast cash by filling out surveys...with a link.. Yeeahhh those are rather annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I got sidetracked...phonecalls! have a great day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-natalieb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113104439996060737?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113104439996060737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113104439996060737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113104439996060737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113104439996060737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/roooaarrrr.html' title='Roooaarrrr!!!!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113096606316883926</id><published>2005-11-02T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T16:57:07.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another manic tuesday</title><content type='html'>Hi friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to start off by saying that some of the posts have been 'timed' wrong. For example the last one says I wrote it at 9 am-hahahahah. I can't remember the last time I was up at 9am. Speaking of early mornings, I missed an 8am class I wanted to force add. It started this morning. Of course, my irresponsibility is the culprit. I emailed the prof and she seemed ecstatic that I wanted to join. super.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid lawnmower outside is blaring. Don't they understand that 3:40 in the afternoon is nap time?! Anyways-I went to class this morning, then class again. the usual. Then I dropped by work because the big guy needed a second form of I.D. for payroll purposes. While I was there I apologized for being late 2 times in a row. Pretty sure he didn't know anyways. But I thought it was cool of me to notify him..and let him know why I was late. Then my big mouth shot back with a smart ass comment... "you gonna fire me?!" ..ugh.. sometimes I just need to shut up. And that would have been one of those times. he answered back with an annoyed.."just...don't...do it again." ...and of course, that's what I expected. Regardless, I hope he knows that I won't take advantage of the easy let off.&lt;br /&gt;So I worked last night til 5am. Should have been 4 since we closed at 3 and it usually takes an hour to clean up. Some guy was sick though and we were one short. So we didn't really have any down time because there was so much to do. I got out at 5 and went to bed at 6...then woke up at 11. Hmm.. well i've always thought that i'm lazy cause I wake up at 11, but that makes me feel better, cause I only got 5 hours of sleep anyways. I guess I normally get the same amount of sleep as everyone else, my hours are just shifted 3-4 hours ahead. So I made 5 bucks in tips. not bad, not bad. One of my better tips. ha. And thankfully I didn't leave work drenched in pickle juice, like one of my coworkers. Sac came to visit me. yayyy i love him. he was pretty tipsy and stuffing his face with 3 pizzas from brunos. Gross haha.&lt;br /&gt;Just called VW. They were supposed to call me when my radio came in, and of course they didn't. So I chased them down and finally made an appt for ...2 weeks from now? Hard to imagine that they're that busy. Whatever, last time I made an appt over the phone they told me i wasn't scheduled when I got there. Haven't they ever heard of customer service? Serve me, bitches! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;So another certain someone that I talked to said once again that gradschool isn't the best route for me. Not only because I'm not passionate about anything in particular, but also because ...like i said before... I'm buying more time to be a kid. hehe...buying, pun intended. It's basically another 2 years to be dependent on my dad for financial matters. I was encouraged to get out, find a job, live by the skin of my teeth. ...err..teeth don't have skin. whatever... u get the point. Although I think that would be a good lesson for me..I'd kind of like to take the easy route. I mean, wouldn't you? Yeah it's easy to say that you're going to be the hero that takes 8 different paths before you find the right one, but I really think it's smart to go to grad school and automatically increase my chances of 1)getting a job 2)getting a job that pays better than it would if I didn't have my masters and 3)...being cool...with a masters. I guess the next step would be to talk to my dad and see what he thinks. After all, he's paying for it, so I might as well take his advice, as hard as that is to ask for. He's one of the most successful people I've ever known in his professional life, if he could only apply that to his personal life.&lt;br /&gt;Well I was talking to my brother yesterday and he informed me that the last time I saw him was almost 2 years ago?! That's awful, I can't believe I haven't seen him in so long. I just saw pictures of him from his trip to Israel to see my mom...so grown up! He's almost 30, crazy! Both my brother and sister always tell me to come see them. The ticket would likely be on my dad, but still I just HATE asking him for money. So I keep dodging the offers. I'm already thinking about going to israel for spring break, and once again..asking for money.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, Saul is probably going to come to Israel while I'm there and stay with us. I'm way excited...we would have sooo much fun!!! Although most plans I make inevitably fall through, I have a feeling this one won't.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to start studying for my ecology test on monday but he changed it to wednesday instead cause some kid raised his hand and asked for it to be changed. Ha...the profs such a pushover. People walk all over him and he doesn't even know it. So of course, since it's not until wednesday, I wont start studying for a few more days. I just work better under pressure. Proven fact.&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure what i'm going to do the rest of the day...probably hit the rec sometime tonight, return my movie that I keep forgetting annnd...crochet. And by crochet I mean a 2 hour nap since I had very little sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;And just for kicks, I will leave you with a picture of my mommy, whom everyone say I am carbon copy of. Let me know what you think!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/1972_edited.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/200/1972_edited.0.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-natalieb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113096606316883926?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113096606316883926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113096606316883926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113096606316883926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113096606316883926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-another-manic-tuesday.html' title='Just another manic tuesday'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113086646841873960</id><published>2005-11-01T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:00:15.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/Motivation%20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/Motivation%20poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's noon and I just woke up. Oopsy! I went to taco bell last night with sac at like 1 in the morning. Did my best not to eat anything since i'm trying real hard to workout and stuff. It looked sooo good. We were knocking on the door of Taco bell and realized that only the drivethru was open, so we walked around and tried to order 'by foot' and he yelled at us and told us to get in our car and come around...wtf. Not everyone has a car, jackass! so then I took him home and watched TV til 4:30 or so.&lt;br /&gt;So I've worked out twice since my last post. I did kickboxing last night and this core class 2 days ago. I'm doing well, i'm doing well! I'm in one of those 'spurts' of wanting to workout. It will fade. ha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little worried about my 8am's starting on Thursday. I work tuesday night until 4 so my internal clock will be slightly effed up. I want to ask my boss not to make me close during the week, but that would leave me with one possible shift, 5-11p, and those are usually taken, so that's kind of stressing me out. At least one of my roommates has 8oclocks too so if I have trouble getting up on thursday I'll have her wake me.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the semesters slowly coming to a close. I have several approaching deadlines on jrn projects and a ecology test on Monday. He gives us 5 tests and a final...weird. So its like theres a test every other week, sounds like a summer school schedule to me. The rest of the semester to me, is easy to compare to a spinning class: I'm more than halfway done, yes it's tedious, painful to get myself to do work, but with a little encouragement, I can do it. It's like a race...you only have 100 meters left, who wouldn't give more? I know I would. So If I could only think of this as a push to the end, I'm sure I could make a couple B's become B+'s or even A's. I just need to get myself to 1) do a little work everyday and 2) see my prof's, suck up a little, and ask them what I can do to increase my chances of getting an A. I know it's possible, I just have to make it happen!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thing are going well.. just tryin to hold myself together for the rest of the semester. Home will be a nice change. Only 3 weeks away! : ) Ooohh and I forgot, Happy November!! Time to do homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nattiD/princess/chinchilla : 0 /#6/muffin/nads/gumdrop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113086646841873960?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113086646841873960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113086646841873960' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113086646841873960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113086646841873960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/11/mornin.html' title='Mornin&apos;'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113071088475979596</id><published>2005-10-30T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:03:18.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/maid.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/maid.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the second shift in a row, I was nearly an hour late to work. : ( I got back last night and once again, it suddenly hit me that i worked the next morning at 11. So there I was, drunk, 5am... thank you jesus for daylight savings...so it was actually 4am, and I had to get up in 6 hours. I guess that's a quasi decent amount of sleep, but when you have to work 11-5..more than 6 hrs would have been nice. So I'm a little tired now, but not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night was pretty fun i'll have to say. I started out at sac's with a little pregaming action. Had about 5 shots of Peach Schnaps, and I was lookin hot in my Dr. Love costume. Cleavage city. Unfortunately since it was butt ass cold outside, I had to wear pants underneath my dress thingy, and jeans were to clunky so i wore these sweat pant things, it looked better than it sounds, I promise. So then I went uptown with Nikki, the fronnnnch medd (french maid, for those of you who don't understand my accent). Heraccent was phenomenal. I was laughing my ass off the whole time and joined in with the sweet accent for most of the night. Spent a lot of time at mac n joes and ??? wow umm...I eventually went to brick street and met up with erika, heather, katie, simone... Aww I miss Erika. We laugh our asses off. So we danced forever, drank s'more, a lil' grinding action for a good hour or so. Then we went back to their place..erika etc.. Hung out, good times. I eventually left and got home only to realize i had to work in the morning. My alarm clock didn't go off and as you know i was an hour late. : (. He'll definitely be giving me a warning talk, even though i know he'll never fire me cause i'm a very efficient worker, no joke ; ).&lt;br /&gt;So work was same ol'. Saul came in to visit, chatted with him a little bit then shift manager let me go half an hour early.&lt;br /&gt;I think I should workout in a bit, and for the first time in a long time, I want to go. My legs are a little achey from standing all night and all day so I think i'll rest for an hour or 2 then go do the cross trainer for 45 or something. Hopefully this time I won't forget my mp3. I usually don't take it because I always do spinning classes. Ooooo..that reminds me I have that one abs glutes and thighs class tonight that kicked my ass last week. I'm definitely going again. Weee! Other than that, nothing else is new...glad this bittersweet weekend is over, but atleast I had a good time, especially friday : ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bientot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113071088475979596?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113071088475979596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113071088475979596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113071088475979596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113071088475979596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/10/oops.html' title='Oops.'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113061333959044960</id><published>2005-10-29T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:57:48.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday was friggin' sweeeeet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/coaster.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/coaster.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/coaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you have read, friday was friggin' sweet!! Around 4pm my good friend Saul and I decided to take a random trip to hamilton/cinci to see a movie.. We didn't really know what we wanted to do, we just wanted to get the hell out of Oxford. ha. So we drove, and drove, and eventually decided we would go to King's Island (amusement park)?! I've been wanting to go for a long time and no one was really interested! So we stopped to get gas before going to the park and I looked over at the coolers and suddenly had a BRILLIANT idea. As you may have already guessed, we drank several bottles of Smirnoff Triple Black before going in...: D...wow was that fun!!! Actually parking was a bit of an ordeal in itself.. Firstly, I was going 40mph on this little road in the parking lot that I was supposed to be going 25... Saul and I are in the middle of some crazy conversation when his face turned into pure and utter fear. As he pointed in front of us I looked too and slammmmmmed on my brakes. Running into a chain linked fence thingy would have been ...not good. That was very very scary and it was at that point that he drove the rest of the way. Thennn we had to pay $9 dollars for parking?! wtf..that's so wrong. So the nice lady at the booth offered both of us coupons for 7 dollars off each our tickets! How nice is that? Then we went on about 4 coasters and one maze that was just awful. We stood in line forever, and I think they were missing about 75% of their staff because I was approached by a 'scary' man maybe 5 times in a maze that took us about 10 min to get through. So that really sucked, but the rest was sooo fun. It was cold as shiznit but we had fun nonetheless. Lets just say body heat kept me warm.. : ). Anywayyyys.. as we were about to leave I realized that I worked at 11!! I totally forgot and it was about 10pm at that time, and it takes about 45-1hr to get home. So I started flipping out but we got out of there as fast as we could. And of course, because it never fails, we got lost on the way home. Rooaarrr!! Both of us had committments..mine was work and his was parties he was supposed to be at.. so we were both getting a little testy at that point. We knew we were far from home when I saw one of those Yellow--diamond caution signs that had a tractor with a woman on it : (. So thank you jesus, we randomly ran into fairfield...the intersection of dixie highway and hamilton. That was random because I thought we were compleeetely lost. Atleast we didn't end up in Indiana though. Yeah, so that was a lot of fun. I love hanging out with that kid. It never fails...we always laugh til our stomach hurts, and those are the times that I will remember.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tonight is the big halloween night. I guess I will be wearing my costume from last year, Dr. Love from fredericks of hollywood. I know, hot. I went to kroger and wal mart in search of a stethoscope but not surpisingly neither one of them had it. S'ok, I have a facemask so that'll have to do. Well, I'll try to have as much fun as I can tonight, though my heart aches(read 1st post if confused). Hopefully I will spend tonight with Nikki...Jason...someone along those lines. I always seem to have fun with them ; ). So I guess I'll stop here, and maybe go tanning...even though I never do. But if I'm planning on bearing my legs tonight in this costume, theres no way in hell I'll show my white ass legs to all of campus. So special occasion tanning is A-okay in my book. See y'all later : ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113061333959044960?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113061333959044960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113061333959044960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113061333959044960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113061333959044960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/10/friday-was-friggin-sweeeeet.html' title='Friday was friggin&apos; sweeeeet!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113043666394185491</id><published>2005-10-27T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:10:19.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/broken.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/broken.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't written in a couple days, which will soon turn into months..haha. Just got back from VW in fairfield. Takes a good 35-40 to get there. So that was pretty much my whole morning. My brakes had been squealing and my CD player didn't work. Turns out the brakes just have build up that i need to spray with a hose. But apparently the whole radio has to be replaced to fix the CD player. hmm.. It's under warranty though, so all this is free. Along with that they had to replace two recalled parts. So I got a free car wash. that's always good, especially for my obsessive cleaning habits (only on my car).&lt;br /&gt;While I was waiting for my car I went over to the dollar store, had to cross a major highway and almost tripped with a semi coming. YIKES. So much for my mom drilling in my head not to run across streets. So I went to the dollar store, some sweet deals. Name brand shampoo for 1.50-2.00. How awesome is that?? So i shop around, and finally check out. She swipes my credit card and I guess it only takes debit not credit...so she needed my pin number and for some reason it wouldn't work on either card. : (. She totally thought i was a thief. It really was my card and I have no idea why the pin didn't work. I had used it several weeks ago as debit and it was fine. so i told her that VW was across the street and my checkbook was in the car, and that i'd be back in a bit to pay for it all...10 bucks total. I ended up not even going back so now she &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; thinks i was a juvenile. Whatever, I'll never see that bia again.&lt;br /&gt;On my way back as I was turning from Dixie Highway to Hamilton, this dumbass changed lanes without looking. I layed on my horn for a good 3 seconds. Stupid whore. hahaha. And then i sat there. All of a sudden 'faithfully' by Journey comes on and I just started crying. : /. Not because I almost got hit, but because that song reminds me of Kent. I KNOW i should have changed the station, and i usually do, but something inside me really just wanted to hear it. It was weird. just out of no where. I have become a very emotional person since him. I cry at the drop of a dime. Before him I was such a hardass, I never cried. What's happened to me? So I guess I just have days where thinking about him doesn't bother me to the point I cry, and days where I do cry. Lately though, there have been more days that I don't cry, thank god. About 6 months ago I was on the verge of tears daily. Plus it was a year ago today that he came up to see me. So it's kind of a bittersweet day. Time has really flown. I've been thinking about him SO much the last year that I feel like I wasted a whole YEAR of my life. ...what should be one of the best years...21.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been trying to stay out of the apartment as much as possible lately. I LOVE getting out of Oxford, and I think that's indicative of the future, that after this year I will have the time of my life in a bigger, better city. I have never really clicked with roommates and I don't think I ever will. So until I am married, I'm promising myself to live in a single apartment. It's just little idiosyncrasies that annoy me. I am also aware that I am not the easiest person to live with. And that is why I will save someone the trouble and just live on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a waste lately. I barely ever have class...(5pm on T/thurs) and 12-2 on MWF. I don't really do jack with the rest of my time except spend excessive amounts of money. Now i'm watching my big fat greek wedding..which I &lt;strong&gt;bought &lt;/strong&gt;yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I think I want a job where i'll have to drive 20-30 minutes to get there. Ah i love driving, such a release. Speaking of a job, I'm still pretty sure I want to do gradschool after this shiznit. I guess it's a good way to buy a little more time to be a kid. Weee!&lt;br /&gt;So my dad's birthday was yesterday and my mom's is tomorrow. I told my dad on the phone that he means the worrrrld to me. And it sounded like he was starting to choke up. So I think it really meant a lot to him. I feel like I don't have to tell my mom as much that she means the world to me, because she definitely already knows. It's not because I tell her all the time, she just knows. Mother's instict i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go home. I really really just want to get the hell out of Oxford. Don't get me wrong, I love going out and hangin with people at the bar or whatever. but i'm just so sick of this monotonous routine and this ugly green carpet I have to walk on everyday. I can't WAIT...i get to see my brother and sister...my dad...my best friend kay! I'll work and make 10 times more money in 4 days than I would make at pita pit in 4 weeks. I'll have a ginormous meal on thanksgiving and i'll have my own bed, my own bathroom....&lt;br /&gt;I definitely want this weekend to go by fast, since it was basically the best weekend of my life 1 year ago today. I will try to have fun...meet new people, try new things, have a drink or 4, enjoy being alive..as stupid as that sounds. I really don't know where I learned to disrespect myself like this, and let a douchebag guy get me down. It definitely wasn't my parents. I used to be so strong....like a cable cord. Now I feel like a twig in a tornado. Even though I feel like the brunt of the storm is over, the after effects are still there.&lt;br /&gt;So I think I'm going to work on my budget line for my story due at 5. I'm supposed to find a topic to write about for a beat story. (A beat is like the section in the newspaper that you see in every issue...like the health section or something. So I chose to do travel, and I think I'm gonna do it on cruises and/or flights..good deals and whatnot. So have a good day, and pray for kay's grandma, who is having a quad. bipass surgery today. Love you Kay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113043666394185491?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113043666394185491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113043666394185491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113043666394185491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113043666394185491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113021551902019917</id><published>2005-10-25T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:18:36.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I have to title each blog...Rooarr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't written in awhile (over 24 hrs). Debating whether to keep this blog because I've had a couple cases of creepy people consistently checking it. One was very creepy in particular. Last night I worked til 4am then got up at nine for a mandatory meeting with my journalism prof. She was very against gradschool because I'm not "passionate" about any subject in particular. She suggested that I join the army for a year or the peace corps. yikes. .... she also told me that I was doing better than most in the class, which made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I skipped ecology for the first time today. Reaaaalllly didn't feel like goin. speaking of, i need to check my score on the last test..one sec..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...i got an 84%...0.1 higher than the average. Not bad. So it looks like i'll be getting a B in ecology. I didn't a bunch of work on my dars today and figured out that I can finish all the journalism requirements next semester and that will leave me with 2 zoology courses for the summer. So i'm not as far behind as I thought, but I will be taking at least 4 journalism classes in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;I went to see former pres. Gorbachev tonight. What a strange situation... the translator and gorbachev were speaking at the same volume, at the same time... I could barely understand anything. They could have atleast turned down gorbachev's mic. Everyone looked frusterated because of that. So I left early. It was cool to see him though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering about the toothpaste I bought the other day. I think im losing my mind because i know I bought it but I can't find it anywhere. I think i might have left it in the store. I feel like I do that a lot...I buy something and after I pay I just walk out, without taking what I bought.&lt;br /&gt;And also my brakes on my car are squeaking more frequently and I"m guessing it's begging for attention. So I think i'll take it to VW tomorrow and have them checkout the cd player and brake pads. I tend to stop abruptly--and I've been told by more than one passenger that my brakes probably hate me.&lt;br /&gt;So my dad's 60th is on wednesday. It's a biggin'. I figured sending him a letter, considering the circumstances of the past year, would be 10 times more meaningful than a tie, bottle of cologne, or a mug. There's been a lot of drama at home in the past year so I figured that would be nice. I worry a lot about my dad. My biggest fear is him passing away.&lt;br /&gt;My mom's birthday is also this week. So I sent both of them cards, hopefully they get there on time.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier i went to movie gallery after an urge to watch some childhood movies, i.e. problem child II, uncle buck, ladybugs. I ended up renting problem child and flashdance, which I have never seen. I like dance movies. A part of me wishes I would've done dance along with/instead of gymnastics. Gymnastics gives you football player quads. Not cool. They haven't left me since. Plus I think it'd be cool to be a dancer now, on a cruise ship or something. I used to make up dances all the time in my basement when i was younger.. Mainly to Madonna and Whitney houston songs. haha. *i wanna dance with somebodyyy, i wanna feel the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with someboddyyy* hahaha good times. So i was really looking forward to problem child since i remember it being totally awesome when i was little. but it actually sucked a lot, probably cause im older. Regardless, the part when that biatch Lewanda gets the leaches stuck to her will always be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I don't have class til 5 since I dropped genetics. Dunno wtf I'm going to do all day. Oddly enough i'm looking forward to next week when my weeks will begin with 8am's. Finally something to get my ass out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and last night I went to a group class at the rec for the first time in a week or 2, i did abs glutes and thighs and it killed me. my hamstrings are inappropriately sore. Not being able to full straighten your leg while sitting is pretty bad. I need to start going to that class more often!&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is a really long post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'nite! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113021551902019917?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113021551902019917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113021551902019917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113021551902019917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113021551902019917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-do-i-have-to-title-each-blogrooarr.html' title='Why do I have to title each blog...Rooarr!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113014018822359284</id><published>2005-10-24T03:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T03:51:20.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for you kay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/n7712759_1692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/n7712759_1692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"With old friends, you can always pick up like nothing has changed."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113014018822359284?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113014018822359284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113014018822359284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113014018822359284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113014018822359284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-ones-for-you-kay.html' title='This one&apos;s for you kay...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113010542337768717</id><published>2005-10-23T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T01:59:16.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>: )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/fila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/fila.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi friends, just got back from the mall with sac...or jason as many of you know him. He spent mad money and so did I..oopsy! I had a 75-dollar gift card from express though so I used that on some cute stuff! so excited! I also looked for new tennis shoes too...(i just realized how weird tennis shoes looks when it's written down... because they reallllly aren't shoes for tennis). They had some good deals...2 for 89.99...then I looked closely and the ones that were included in the deal were either orthopedic or FILA's. ...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I came home for a 20 minute nap cause I was exhausted from 7 hours of work then I went to Balcony and it was okay... i paid 2 bucks for cover and left about 10 minutes later. once again...wasting money. I like sit down bars way better..and by sit down, I mean places that you can actually hear yourself without having to scream. Plus it's easier to meet people.&lt;br /&gt;So it's butt ass cold outside, had to bust out my &lt;em&gt;sweet&lt;/em&gt; Nike jacket. I really should have bought a warm jacket while i was at the mall, but instead I bought going-out clothes....which are in no way, shape or form fit to make it through a walk from bar to bar on a saturday night when it's 30 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;On another note, sac said he'd go to fearfest with me at king's island. yahoooo! i've wanted to go to kings island for the past 2 months and no one wants to go! Roar! So i'm realllly excited.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in case you're wondering, i'm listening to the nutcracker right now. so good! Speaking of, there is a trans-siberian orchestra showing at the aronoff theatre sometime next month if anyone wants to go..cause i reallllly want to.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I really have a huuuuuuge pile of clothes to pick up and/or wash. yeeeeah laundry is a great way to get clothes off my floor! Even if it's clean...WASH IT! Then I'm hoping to go spinning later cause I ate like a horse this weekend...and just had taco bell..mmmm.. nuttin' like SOUP tho! ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-le soup connoisseur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113010542337768717?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113010542337768717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113010542337768717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113010542337768717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113010542337768717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=': )'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-113001703272623839</id><published>2005-10-22T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T02:00:28.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/pita3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/pita3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi again. I can't believe its already 5 pm. I took that test this morning and worked from 11-5. The test was okay, I left my car in the shriver circle for an hour and didn't get a ticket. neat!! I figured if i had my blinkers on they would think i'd be right back, then again, that just draws more attention to the fact that my car has been sitting there for an hour. like "hey look at me, i'm illegally parked!" hehe. anyways.. the test was okay, It scored it right away afterwards and i got a 76%...i was really worried when i saw that, but then I talked to several people afterwards and they did the same or worse. So now I can rest assured that I didn't completely bomb. It was all grammar, my fav! haha. and i was surprised to see how many people were trying to get into the program,probably about 70. Good thing I'm already in the bag! : D. So then I went to work. This dude (no names) is such a f**ktard, i swear! He did everything in slow motion and is by far one of the dumbest people i've ever met, and he's a fratboy....yeeah. So then the shift manager sat on her ass and talked to her friend for an hour ..and when the big guy came in, of course she starts doing something. stupid girl. Ok enough venting about work. On a positive note, some nice man noticed my saavy pita rolling skills and was quick to call me a 'pita maestro' : )..how nice! So work was okay but my back hurts now--and as most of you know my back hurts pretty consistently because of my surgery last summer (herniated disk)..yes, only old, decrepit people get that.&lt;br /&gt;my room is a &lt;strong&gt;wreck&lt;/strong&gt; again. I feel like I clean it daily, but somehow it instantly turns into a floor covered with clothes. On one hand I like all my clothes on the floor cause I can see everything...I don't have to open drawers and dig, because it's all right in front of me! : ), but on the other hand i hate seeing this mess and having to leap over a heaping pile of shit.&lt;br /&gt;Well I better post this, my computers been pulling this automatic shutoff/physical memory dump lately without any notice, so that is no fun. Time to get ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pita maestro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-113001703272623839?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/113001703272623839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=113001703272623839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113001703272623839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/113001703272623839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/10/long-day.html' title='long day'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-112992574454438915</id><published>2005-10-21T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T19:59:59.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACE KK: how much weight u trying to lose?&lt;br /&gt;miamirnnr: well if u read my blog u'll see im having some problems with that hahah&lt;br /&gt;miamirnnr: but i want to be at like..138&lt;br /&gt;ACE KK: its ur eating habits&lt;br /&gt;miamirnnr: i think thats more realistic than 130&lt;br /&gt;ACE KK: u fucking eat all the time&lt;br /&gt;miamirnnr: i know.&lt;br /&gt;miamirnnr: shut up&lt;br /&gt;miamirnnr: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ACE KK: im bored so i think ill go to the gas station and get soup.. WHO THE FUCK GOES TO A GAS STATION FOR SOUP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and NO, those ugly feet are NOT mine. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-112992574454438915?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/112992574454438915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=112992574454438915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/112992574454438915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/112992574454438915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/10/ace-kk-how-much-weight-u-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-112992421178632229</id><published>2005-10-21T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:34:13.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/booze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/booze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there,&lt;br /&gt;Today is looking promising so far. went to class, class again, and ran some errands including: officially dropping my pain the ass class, and turning in my application for journalism. The director basically told me I'm in, so i'm pretty happy. I guess quitting school isn't in my favor, after all.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a lot of fun. Went to mac n joes to visit nikki, and it always seems like I run into people I know when i'm there. ahh how nice it is to be a senior..i feel like i know everyone! : D. So i hung out with this dude scott from my summer class. He appears to be infatuated with me, though I never return his calls. He should check into "he's just not that into you." hmph. Nice guy though. Met some of his friends too and a random guy that seemed pretty cool. Too bad I didn't get digits. ; ). Also ran into kirsty *gordonks*--i see her everywhere these days, namely at the bars, go figure. haha. So I didn't even drink cause im cheap like that but I still had fun. good times. Also went to smokin' ox ..saw beth for a little..and ryan..and erika.&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow my friends are having this "sex toy" party. hehe. I guess some lady comes in from cincinnati, and sells her 'goods'. interesting. Looking forward to hanging out with old friends from freshman year.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't worked out in a week or so. Kind of disappointed in myself. I go on these random spurts...2 works working out then i stop ..cold turkey. I've noticed that when i'm angry about something or annoyed, I clean/workout/do dishes...etc. And when I'm happy I don't do jack. My room looks like hurricane katrina stopped by and i'm forced to put new holes in my belt..if that made any sense. If i could just find that happy medium, of not being too pissed or overly happy, I would be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;So i started listening to my spanish CD's last night before I went out. A little disappointed. Carlos was talking way too fast and then spat out 14 phrases that I was supposed to repeat back to him after listening to it once....wtf. He's like...how do you say..."Come to the park with me" ...(this is the first 10 minutes of the cd)...im like "shit i have no idea!" So that was frusterating. I need some kind of interactive thing where i can see it online and click stuff u know...i can't just listen and learn. guess i'm a visual learner. hmm, i never knew that about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it looks like I have the apartment to myself tonight... ; )...ha. just kidding but I can definitely use some peace and quiet, just me myself and I. I think I'll go to shabbat in a little bit, free food, fun jews. errr..yeah..then i'll see where the night takes me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later chinchillas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-112992421178632229?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/112992421178632229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=112992421178632229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/112992421178632229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/112992421178632229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/10/weee.html' title='Weee!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-112982924973996378</id><published>2005-10-20T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:24:57.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's only 1p.m. and today has sucked a lot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/jetta2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/jetta2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to genetics today for the first time in awhile only to get my test back and lets just say my grade was less than stellar. It's my own fault though, for waiting until the last minute. I'm such a procrastinator and it bites me in the ass everytime. When will i learn?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will drop the class and pick up a sprint or something. If i just drop i'll be less than full time. This is pathetic, I'm only taking 14 hours and I can't even keep it together.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from today sucking royally, I just made a delectable lunch...chicken breast with fresh veggies. I spent 30 bucks on food yesterday at wal mart, so i thought id put it to good use and slave over the stove. I was sad to see my bottled garlic in the back of the fridge had spores growing on it. $2.50 these days is like hitting a goldmine for me. and in the past few months..I feel like I'm wasting money like it's my job. I spend on random shit at the gas station like popsicles, canned soup, more popsicles, and car washes. I bet I spend over 40 dollars a week on random crap. hmm 40 x 4 weeks is...shit i hate math...150? ha. i dunno, but thats a lot. No idea where I get that money, cause i earn pennies at pita pit. speaking of...haven't worked in awhile...over a week. Sadly, I can't wait to work again. That place is such an escape for me. I hardly ever think about my problems when I'm grating feta cheese. I work saturday though, after my journalism pre-test...its basically an application to get into the journalism program. Although I'm pretty confident I'll get in, because I suck up to the program director daily.. I will definitely quit school if i don't.&lt;br /&gt;So salsa dancing is tonight with the latin american student association. I've gone several times and I always have so much fun. But a certain someone is making me hesitant to go tonight. I've driven down to cinci probably 5 times in the last 2 weeks. So hopefully there will be enough cars so I can drink. weeee!&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to listen to my new spanish tutorial CD's that my mom gave me for my birthday. My CD player in my car is being a pos and i originally thought it would be an interactive thing online. That's okay though, i'll have to get my cd player fixed. Amazing. For a quasi-new car, the cd player is already effed up..&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, I'm developing an increasing obsession for keeping my car clean. I wipe it down with "in between wash-dust spray" daily. And clean the inside atleast once a week, even though it's already spotless. I also have special spray for the tires?! Wow, seeing that written down makes me worry about myself. If only I could keep my room as clean as my car. That would be neat.&lt;br /&gt;So in summary, in case you skipped down to the bottom in the midst of boredom: I failed my test today, I will be working at pita pit for the rest of my life (with erika : ) ) ...I keep my car immaculately clean, and I'm getting wasted tonight at Tropicana (cinci)...come with. If you're reading this, you're invited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-112982924973996378?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/112982924973996378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=112982924973996378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/112982924973996378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/112982924973996378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-only-1pm-and-today-has-sucked-lot.html' title='it&apos;s only 1p.m. and today has sucked a lot.'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18055134.post-112975249781379706</id><published>2005-10-19T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:29:29.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First post....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/1600/Graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2730/1757/320/Graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is me. I found this site on someone elses aim profile and thought i'd give it a shot. I've kept a blog once before but it wasn't publicized, just for my own entertainment. The reason I didn't really care for these was because most of my thoughts aren't really something i'd like to share with others. It would probably piss someone off or embarass me. Now I've realized that being embarassed is so high school. So...here I am, opening up whats in this confused head of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll start by saying the past year has been pretty rough for me. I'd really like to keep thoughts of my ex out of this blog, although as some of you may know, they consume me. I'd like to say I'm trying hard to move on, yet I still listen to music that reminds me of him, I still have that 'one' picture of him that i saved..after ripping up the rest, and I still (well only recently) talk to him on messenger. Talking to him is doing nothing for me, except hurting me more each time I do it. So on this day..october 19, in the wake of being at the ripe age of 22, I'd like to make changes in an effort to forget about him. For one thing, U2 has some of the saddest songs i've ever heard and i shall not listen to them anymore. Nor will i listen to 'incomplete' by the backstreet boys. hahahah yes, i actually liked that song!&lt;br /&gt;On to the more important things in my life, I have officially been accepted to graduate school. This is like a ginormous weight off my shoulders. My gpa's been hit by a train a number of times since starting college, and is still in the recovery unit, so I was pretty worried that I wouldn't get in. As i was walking today from pearson to the benton bus stop, i realized that I'm really not as dumb as i had previously thought. hahaa. firstly, i've taken some pretty hard classes here, some of the hardest...including organic chemistry and bmz freshman year. I'm doing well in my journalism classes so that's boosted my academic confidence. I was thinking the other day..of the last time i was actually proud of myself. The only time I could think of was graduating from High school. Besides that I ran the columbus marathon during sophomore year of college, but academically, I haven't been too happy with myself the past 4 years. I hate to say it, but Oxford's made me jaded, and I can't wait to break free. Well I will stop here, my contacts are bugging me. Roooaaarrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natalieb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18055134-112975249781379706?l=natalieshpiels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/feeds/112975249781379706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18055134&amp;postID=112975249781379706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/112975249781379706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18055134/posts/default/112975249781379706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natalieshpiels.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-post.html' title='First post....'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01588265504729342869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
